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<<nobr>> <<widget "Doll">> <<set _layout = $args[0] or "body">> <<set _id = $args[1] or "sidebar">> <<set _outfit = $args[2] or undefined>> <<set _dollPath = "img/doll/">> <<set _hairClass = 'doll hair' + $Body.hair>> <<set _shirtSize = '_' + $Body.tits>> <<if ndef $doll>> <<set $doll = {}>> <</if>> <<if ndef _doll>> <<set _doll = {}>> <</if>> <<set _currDoll = _id === "sidebar" ? $doll : (_doll[_id] || $doll)>> <<if hasVisited("CC013 - FinalForm2")>> <div @id="'doll-' + _id" @class="'dollContainer ' + _layout"> /*hair back*/ <<if _currDoll.hairback>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="_dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + _currDoll.hairback + '.png'"> <</if>> /* Doll base, eyes, breasts */ <img data-slot="body" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'body/body_' + $Body.skin + '.png'"> <img data-slot="eyes" @class="'doll eye' + $Body.eyes" @src="_dollPath + 'body/eyes.png'"> <<if !_currDoll.bra and !_currDoll.upper>> <img data-slot="tits" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'body/topless_' + $Body.tits + '_' + $Body.skin + '.png'"> <<else>> <img data-slot="tits" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'body/boobs_' + $Body.tits + '_' + $Body.skin + '.png'"> <<if _currDoll.bra>> <img data-slot="bra" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.bra + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'"> <</if>> <</if>> /* Am I wearing panties? if not show pubes*/ <<if $Body.pubes neq "bald">> <img data-slot="panties" @class="_hairClass" @src="_dollPath + 'hair/pubes_' + $Body.pubes + '.png'"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.panties>> <img data-slot="panties" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/panties_' + _currDoll.panties + '.png'"> <</if>> /* Am I wearing socks or shoes? */ <<if _currDoll.socks>> <img data-slot="feet" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.socks + '.png'"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.feet>> <img data-slot="feet" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.feet + '.png'"> <</if>> /* Am I wearing a skirt or pants? */ <<if _currDoll.lower>> <img data-slot="lower" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.lower + '.png'"> <</if>> /* Am I wearing a shirt or dress? */ <<if _currDoll.upper>> /* TODO: Make a more elegant check for one_size_only_shirts. */ <<if _currDoll.upper === "shirt_africantribaltraditional" || _currDoll.upper === "shirt_africantribalmakeshift">> <<set _shirtSize = "">> <</if>> <img data-slot="upper" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.upper + _shirtSize + '.png'"> <</if>> /* Am I wearing accessory or jacket? */ <<if _currDoll.accessory>> <img data-slot="accessory" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.accessory + '.png'"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.glasses>> <img data-slot="glasses" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.glasses + '.png'"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.jacket>> <img data-slot="jacket" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.jacket + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'"> <</if>> /* Make-up */ <<if _currDoll.makeup>> <img data-slot="makeup" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'makeup/' + _currDoll.makeup + '.png'"> <</if>> /* Hair */ <<if _currDoll.hair>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="_dollPath + 'hair/' + _currDoll.hair + '.png'"> <<elseif $Body.style neq "">> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="_dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + $Body.style + '.png'"> <img data-slot="hair_rim" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + $Body.style + '_rim.png'"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.hat>> <img data-slot="hat" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.hat + '.png'"> <</if>> </div> <<if _outfit>> <<run Doll.delayedUpdate(_outfit, _layout, _id)>> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>> /*Main Dressme widget..*/ <<widget "dressme">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[1]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[1]>> <</if>> <<print "<<set $doll." + $args[0] + " to " + "'" + _clothingtemp + "'>>" >> <<run Doll.update()>> <</widget>> /*Socks subwidget*/ <<widget "socks">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<print "<<dressme 'socks' " + _clothingtemp + ">>" >> <<run Doll.update()>> <</widget>> /*Feet subwidget*/ <<widget "feet">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<print "<<dressme 'feet' " + _clothingtemp + ">>" >> <<run Doll.update()>> <</widget>> /*Hairback subwidget*/ <<widget "hairback">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<print "<<dressme 'hairback' " + _clothingtemp + ">>" >> <<run Doll.update()>> <</widget>> /*panties subwidget*/ <<widget "panties">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<print "<<dressme 'panties' " + _clothingtemp + ">>" >> <<run Doll.update()>> <</widget>> /*bra subwidget*/ <<widget "bra">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<print "<<dressme 'bra' " + _clothingtemp + ">>" >> <<run Doll.update()>> <</widget>> /*lower subwidget*/ <<widget "lower">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<print "<<dressme 'lower' " + _clothingtemp + ">>" >> <<run Doll.update()>> <</widget>> /*upper subwidget*/ <<widget "upper">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<print "<<dressme 'upper' " + _clothingtemp + ">>" >> <<run Doll.update()>> <</widget>> /*jacket subwidget*/ <<widget "jacket">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<print "<<dressme 'jacket' " + _clothingtemp + ">>" >> <<run Doll.update()>> <</widget>> /*accessory subwidget*/ <<widget "accessory">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<print "<<dressme 'accessory' " + _clothingtemp + ">>" >> <<run Doll.update()>> <</widget>> /*hat subwidget*/ <<widget "hair">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<print "<<dressme 'hair' " + _clothingtemp + ">>" >> <<run Doll.update()>> <</widget>> /*hat subwidget*/ <<widget "hat">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<print "<<dressme 'hat' " + _clothingtemp + ">>" >> <<run Doll.update()>> <</widget>> /*makeup subwidget*/ <<widget "makeup">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<print "<<dressme 'makeup' " + _clothingtemp + ">>" >> <<run Doll.update()>> <</widget>> /*undress subwidget*/ <<widget "undress">> <<run Doll.undress() >> <</widget>> /*reset clothes subwidget*/ <<widget "dollreset">> <<run Doll.reset() >> <</widget>> <<widget "outfit">> <<set _dollOutfit = $args.length > 1 || ($args[0] && $args[0].match(/\_|\$/)) ? Scripting.evalTwineScript($args.raw) : $args[0] || "default">> <<run Doll.update(_dollOutfit)>> <</widget>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* TODO: Add a few variations to each height option. For example, -2 might be 4' 10", 4' 11" or 5' */ <<set _heightOpts = { "2": "6' 2", "1": "5' 11", "0": "5' 5.5", "-1": "5' 2", "-2": "4' 10" }>> <<set _hometownOpts = { "LA": "Los Angeles, California", "NY": "New York, New York", "AL": "Birmingham, Alabama", "WA": "Seattle, Washington", "NO": $CC.hometownName, }>> <<set _baseHeightToWeight = { "2": 180, "1": 160, "0": 140, "-1": 120, "-2": 100 }>> <<set _weightVar = _baseHeightToWeight[`${$CC.height}`]>> <<if $Stats.Skills["Athletics"].value == 1>> <<set _weightVar -= 10>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills["Athletics"].value == 3>> <<set _weightVar += 5>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills["Athletics"].value gt 3>> <<set _weightVar += 10>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].value == 1>> <<set _weightVar -= 2>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].value == 2>> <<set _weightVar -= 5>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].value == 3>> <<set _weightVar -= 8>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].value gt 3>> <<set _weightVar -= 12>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth lt 3>> <<set _weightVar += 5>> <<elseif $CC.wealth gt 3>> <<set _weightVar -= 5>> <</if>> <<if $CC.age == 0>> <<set _weightVar -= 20>> <<elseif $CC.age == 1>> <<set _weightVar -= 15>> <<elseif $CC.age == 5>> <<set _weightVar += 5>> <<elseif $CC.age == -1>> <<set _weightVar -= 25>> <<elseif $CC.age == -2>> <<set _weightVar -= 30>> <<elseif $CC.age == 2>> <<set _weightVar -= 10>> <<elseif $CC.age == 3>> <<set _weightVar -= 5>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<set _weightVar -= 10>> <</if>> <<if _weightVar gt 200>> <<set _weightVar = 200>> <<elseif _weightVar lt 85>> <<set _weightVar = 80>> <</if>> <<set _basicRedacted = !$CC.name && !$CC.surname>> <br><br> <<Doll portrait dossierPersonal default>> //Name//: $CC.name $CC.surname <br> //Born//: <<redacted false>>$CC.month-$CC.day-$CC.year<</redacted>> <br> //Mother's Name//: <<redacted true>>CONFIDENTIAL<</redacted>> <br> //Father's Name//: <<redacted false>>$CC.DName <<if $CC.dad == 1>>$CC.surname<<else>>Sloane<</if>><</redacted>> <br> //Hometown//: <<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown, somewhere">><<=_hometownOpts[$CC.hometown]>><</redacted>> <br> <br> //Ethnicity//: <<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">>$CC.ethnicity<</redacted>> <br> //Height//: <<redacted _basicRedacted>><<=_heightOpts[`${$CC.height}`]>><</redacted>> <br> //Weight//: <<redacted _basicRedacted>>_weightVar<</redacted>> <br> Eye Color: <<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">>$Body.eyes<</redacted>> <br> Hair Color: <<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">>$Body.hair<</redacted>> <br> <br> Education: <<redacted true>>asopdoask aosk<</redacted>> <br> <br> <bs-redacted> Consectetur libero id faucibus nisl tincidunt eget nullam non nisi. 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Convallis convallis tellus id interdum velit laoreet id donec. <br> <br> Urna duis convallis convallis tellus id interdum velit laoreet. </bs-redacted> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <h2>My 🤩 skills <br>and talents!</h2> <br><br> <<sexSkillsSetup 0>> <<kinks>> My brain just happened to be wired in a way where I loved: <<skills>> And experience had taught me about myself that<<if $Stats.SexSkills.length eq 0>> I had<</if>>: <</sexSkillsSetup>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <h2>My 🍑 hall<br> of <s>shame</s> fame</h2> <br><br> <ol id="listOfBodies"> <<for _body range $bodies>> <li> <<if _body.caption>> <<set _who = _body.caption>> <<else>> <<set _who = _body>> <</if>> <<if $bodiesDetails.has(_who)>> <<print `${_who} ${$bodiesDetails.get(_who).fuckFlavor}`>> <<else>> <<if _body.gender && _body.gender == "F">> <<set _flavorText = setup.LezFlavor.random()>> <<else>> <<set _flavorText = setup.FuckFlavor.random()>> <</if>> <<run $bodiesDetails.set(_who, { fuckFlavor: _flavorText })>> <<print `${_who} ${$bodiesDetails.get(_who).fuckFlavor}`>> <</if>> </li> <</for>> </ol> <</nobr>><<nobr>> Current Location Handler Name Headshot Full Body shot (maybe as taken by a private eye, or taken straight from a modeling shoot, if that was the MC choice) <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set _isInit = previous() is "CC000 - Open">> <<set _exitLinkLabel = _isInit ? "Continue to Origin Story" : `Back to ${previous()}`>> <header> <h1>Help</h1> <h2>Secret Agent<br>Starter Kit™</h2> </header> Blue Swallow is the story of a young woman who had no intention of becoming a spy and so has to rely on the person she has become with the skills she already has at hand to overcome obstacles and succeed at her mission. <br><br> Primarily, the game utilized a number of statistics that will be raised and lowered through choices she makes during her character creation, and can be improved through use during the main gameplay. <br><br><br> <h2>🙋‍♀️ Her Traits:</h2> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand items-grid-help"> <div> ''Suggestible'' How susceptible she is to peer pressure and the situation around her? Is she motivated by an external or internal locus of control? </div> <div> ''Stable'' How grounded is she? Have her experiences and life made her expect and, maybe at a subconscious level, //want// upheaval? </div> <div> ''Sophisticated'' Does she like and expect the better things in life? This is both a good thing in high-class situations and a bad thing when she might have to rough it. </div> <div> ''Confident'' How much does she believe in herself? Will she vacillate or stay convicted? </div> <div> ''Easy'' How little does she value sexual interaction? This is not necessarily a bad thing, but defines both the level of her standards for who she sleeps with and how often she does it with someone brand new. </div> <div> ''Risky'' How little does she value her personal well-being? This could be a bad thing if there is threat to herself, but also allows her to eschew the worries of self-preservation to do the 'right' thing in the situation. </div> <div> ''Excitable'' How much does she value novelty and fun? Is she bored easily and chafe under the mundane? </div> <div> ''Attractiveness'' How good looking is she? This is both an objective quality and takes into consideration the intangible 'it' factor that some people have. </div> </div> <br><br> <h2> 🕵️‍♀️ Her Skills </h2> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand items-grid-help"> <div> ''Social'' How adept is she at social interactions? Does she have a bevvy of friends and contacts or is she more of a wallflower? </div> <div> ''Athletics'' How athletic is she? Can she exert herself and ask more from her body than other people? </div> <div> ''Learning'' How smart is she? Does she soak up knowledge easily and how much does she retain? </div> <div> ''Deception'' How good is she at misdirecting and fooling others? Do people see through her easily? </div> <div> ''Wiles'' Does she know how to affect her feminine charms to her benefit? Irrespective of her beauty, can she make people do things because, simply, she's a woman? </div> <div> ''Investigation'' Is she facile at deduction? Can she dig in and connect the dots between facts or understand subtext and physical tics? </div> <div> ''Coordination'' How deft is she? Will she stumble or remain upright? Can she do multiple things at once? </div> <div> ''Discipline'' How able is she to power through duress? How much can she overcome her own personality and innate qualities to do something that she might not 'want' to? </div> <div> ''Perception'' How keen is she at noticing things? This is both an active ability if she's trying to pay attention, and her intrinsic ability to pick up on subtleties around her. </div> <div> ''Performance'' Can she put on a show? This could be a distinct and actual performance or it could be a personality she's trying to affect. </div> </div> <br><br><br> As you can tell, certain situations may cause for two (or more) skills or traits to conflict -- or enhance -- each other, and so their interaction might lead to unexpected outcomes. (Example: Deception and Coordination both being tested for a slight-of-hand check to do a magic trick!) What kind of outcomes? Failure. Success. Inability to go down certain options and routes. There are many results in Blue Swallow and each playthrough will likely be unique. <br><br> Unlike other games, her stats will not be available to see, nor will you definitely know when they are changing. There //will// be opportunities in the game to uncover (UN-REDACT) portions of her Dossier (WIP) that might give clues to these statistics, but they will never be numerically defined. <br><br> <<if _isInit>> Now! Let's get to character creation! <</if>> <br><br> <div class="sticky bottom to-right"> <<button _exitLinkLabel>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<if _isInit>> <<run Engine.play("CC001 - Origin")>> <<else>> <<run Engine.play(previous())>> <</if>> <</button>> </div> <</nobr>><div id="doll"><<Doll body sidebar>></div>/* All Rights Reserved 2023 by CTJ */ <<set $bodies = []>> /* Unchanged for now */ <<set $bodiesDetails = new Map([[]])>> /* Unchanged for now */ /* $sexcount + $kinkNum + $num need to all be looked at with these */ /* $gender is checked when thats not a real variable lol. fix. */ <<set $Inventory = []>> <<set $Stats = { Traits : { 'Confident' : { value: 0, exp: 0 }, 'Easy' : { value: 0, exp: 0 }, 'Excitable' : { value: 0, exp: 0 }, 'Attractiveness' : { value: 0, exp: 0}, 'Risky' : { value: 0, exp: 0 }, 'Sophisticated' : { value: 0, exp: 0 }, 'Stable' : { value: 0, exp: 0 }, 'Suggestible' : { value: 0, exp: 0 }, }, Skills : { "Athletics" : { value: 0, exp: 0 }, "Coordination" : { value: 0, exp: 0 }, "Deception" : { value: 0, exp: 0 }, "Discipline" : { value: 0, exp: 0 }, "Investigation" : { value: 0, exp: 0 }, "Learning" : { value: 0, exp: 0 }, "Perception" : { value: 0, exp: 0 }, "Performance" : { value: 0, exp: 0 }, "Social" : { value: 0, exp: 0 }, "Wiles" : { value: 0, exp: 0 }, }, Kinks : [], BodyTraits : [], SexSkills : [], }>> <<set $Body = { braless : false, eyes : "", hair : "", piercings : [], piercingStyle : {}, pubes : "", tattoos : [], skin : "", style : "", tits: "", undies : [], /* array and string */ }>> <<set $People = { "HS" : {}, "GY" : { Alina: { name: 'Alina', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Lily: { name: 'Lily', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Masenna: { name: 'Masenna', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Sofia: { name: 'Sofia', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Bekkah: { name: 'Bekkah', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Rian: { name: 'Rian', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, "UN" : { Roommate : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, SoroSister : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Boyfriend : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, "UNBodies" : {}, }>> /* TODO: Break up CC even further. Looking at Clothes, and maybe Family? */ /* TODO: YEAH MIRA, MEMORIES SHOULD BE MOVED UP. I DIDN'T EXPECT IT TO BE USED SO HEAVILY. SOON. */ <<set $CC = { actPath : 0, adoptive : "", age : 0, activity : "", attempt : false, attemptBig : false, bank : 0, barnTime : 0, barnDrink : false, barnDrugs : false, barnLocation : false, barnMusic : false, barnPeople : false, barnSurprise : false, BC : "", bodies : [], /* ?? */ clique : "", chellaDirect : false, chellaDetect : false, chellaSneak : false, conception : 0, dad : 0, danceStyles : [], day : 0, DName : "", EDName : "", father : "", fertile : 0, firstDay : "", friend1 : "", freetime : "", Feyes : "", Fhair : "", FhairStyle : "", Fheight : 0, Flooks : 0, Fname : "", Ftrait : 0, Fskin : "", FFName : "", FFsex : "", FFpeople : 0, FFlocation : 0, FFmusic : 0, FFdrink : 0, FFdrugs : 0, FFsurprise : 0, grooming : 0, gymScore : 0, hometown : "", hometownName : "", height : 0, inherited : [], HSBC : 0, hsv : "", kinknum : 0, /* Didn't update */ labelReaction : 0, looks : 0, maleAttention : 0, maleReaction : 0, makeIt : 0, memories : [], /* TODO memories should be on "shared" level rather than CC */ MName : "", Mhair : "", Mheight : 0, Mlooks : 0, Mtrait : 0, Meyes : "", Mskin : "", mom : 0, month : 0, mother : "", name : "", num : 0, /* Didn't update */ oops : false, opening : "", parents : "", position : 0, schoolinterest : "", spoiled : false, sexuality : 2, surname : "", traits: [], virgin : true, vCard : "", wealth : 3, year : 0 }>> <<set $HS = { acceptance : 0, ava : 0, addictionLv : 0, bandWin : 0, bandName : "", bandCohesion : false, chair : "", college: 0, compHungover : false, compWin : 0, cosplay : false, costume : "", dropOut : false, firstOptions : {}, gapYear : 0, label : false, leftoverBodies : [], media : 0, modelHire : 0, musicOriginal : false, /* Never checked, delete? */ paddyHU : "", postGrad : "", promDate : "", promWin : 0, promDress : 0, sales : 0, SMfollowers : 0, soloist : false, soloSuccess : 0, testScore : 0, twitchWin : 0, twitchOpenLoss : false, twitchCosWin : 0, twitchFifth : "", vol : 0, }>> <<set $GY = { friend : "", hookup : "", joinedIn : false, knows : false, native : false, nativeStyle : "", repatriated : false, swissTrysts : 0, tiktok : false, wife : false, }>> <<set $PG = { boysSex : false, oops : false, }>> <<set $ACTI = { followed : false, goOut : "", knowledge : [], leftSolo : false, oops : false, search : 0, target : "", ticket : 0, }>> /* TODO: Put all the Soros and their scores into a map maybe lol. Like people. */ <<set $UN = { ADP : 0, CBC : 0, clothes : "", DDD : 0, DZ : 0, extracurricular : "", GDI : false, GPA : 0, greek : "", KKG : 0, KD : 0, major : "", newFirst : "", notFirst : false, present : "", professor : false, rush : false, rushed : [], sex : "", test : 0, XO : 0, bodiesNum : 0, }>> <<set $HomeBase = { visits : 1, days : 0, Mission1Cleared : false }>> /* Constant Variables */ <<set setup.rushOptions = ['XO', 'DDD', 'KKG', 'KD', 'DZ', 'ADP']>> <<set setup.LezFlavor = [ "was decent.", "was a great lay.", "was barely a blip.", "was mostly focused on me cumming.", "asked permission to cum.", "did amazing things with her fingers.", "was incredibly vocal.", "never made a sound until her came.", "was a mistake, but we had fun.", "loved to watch in the mirror.", "liked being tied up.", "loved pulling my hair.", "just kinda...happened?", "was incredible with her tongue.", "came so quick, made me feel like a god.", "preferred cuddling.", "used a strap-on.", "had a gorgeous pussy.", "had an incredible set of tits.", "had eyes I could swim in.", "had incredible hair.", "left me with pubes in my teeth.", "tasted awful.", "breath smelled like eggs.", "only liked to fuck drunk.", "got horny when she was high.", ]>> <<set setup.FuckFlavor = [ "was decent.", "was a great lay.", "was barely a blip.", "came quick.", "couldn't really get it up.", "breath smelled like eggs.", "only liked to fuck drunk.", "got horny when he was high.", "was mostly focused on me cumming.", "treated me like a fleshlight.", "went multiple rounds, multiple times.", "lasted til it hurt.", "preferred doggy.", "wanted me on top.", "asked permission to cum.", "enjoyed fucking my tits.", "had a giant dick.", "had a tiny dick.", "did amazing things with his fingers.", "was incredible with his tongue.", "was incredibly vocal.", "never made a sound until he came.", "was a mistake, but we had fun.", "loved to watch in the mirror.", "liked being tied up.", "loved pulling my hair.", "just kinda...happened?", "never cleaned his cock.", ]>> <<set setup.FuckFlavorOld = [ "Back at home on Spring Break, ", "Back at home...a Summer Fling, ", "On a surprise visit from back home, ", "During a random quick weekend visit home, ", ]>> <<script>> Template.add(['He', 'She'], () => { if (State.variables.CC.sexuality == 1) { return 'He'; } else { return 'She'; } }); Template.add(['he', 'she'], () => { if (State.variables.CC.sexuality == 1) { return 'he'; } else { return 'she'; } }); Template.add(['him', 'her'], () => { if (State.variables.CC.sexuality == 1) { return 'him'; } else { return 'her'; } }); Template.add(['His', 'Hers'], () => { if (State.variables.CC.sexuality == 1) { return 'His'; } else { return 'Hers'; } }); Template.add(['his', 'hers'], () => { if (State.variables.CC.sexuality == 1) { return 'his'; } else { return 'hers'; } }); Template.add(['His_', 'Her_'], () => { if (State.variables.CC.sexuality == 1) { return 'His'; } else { return 'Her'; } }); Template.add(['his_', 'her_'], () => { if (State.variables.CC.sexuality == 1) { return 'his'; } else { return 'her'; } }); <</script>><<set _location = passage()>> <<set _title = passage().replace(/.*\s\-\s/, '')>> <<run gtag('event', 'page_view', { page_title: _title, page_location: _location, })>><<nobr>> <<silently>> <<if ndef $Body.piercingStyle>><<set $Body.piercingStyle = {}>><</if>> <<if ndef $Body.piercings>><<set $Body.piercings = []>><</if>> <<set _ears = ["Left", "Right"]>> <</silently>> <div class="ear-piercings"> <u>Ear piercings</u> <br> <br> <div class="row"> <<for _index, _ear range _ears>> /*RIGHT EAR*/ <<set _lcEar = _ear.toLowerCase()>> <<capture _ear, _lcEar>> <div @class="'ear-piercing-' + _lcEar" style="display: inline-block; width:128px;"> <div style="position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/ear.png"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="'img/doll/closeup/earhair_' + $Body.style + '.png'"> <img @id="_lcEar + '-ear'" class="closeup" @src="'img/doll/closeup/earpiercing_' + $Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'ear'] + '.png'"> <img @id="_lcEar + '-cartilage'" class="closeup" @src="'img/doll/closeup/earpiercing_' + $Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'cartilage'] + '.png'"> </div> <label> _ear Ear <br> <<set _earPiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['" + _lcEar + "ear']">> <<listbox _earPiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "none" `$variable == "none" ? "selected" : ""`>> <<option "Single Hoop" "single" `$variable == "single" ? "selected" : ""`>> <<option "Double Rings" "double" `$variable == "double" ? "selected" : ""`>> <<option "Triple Studs" "triple" `$variable == "triple" ? "selected" : ""`>> <</listbox>> </label> <label> _ear Cartilage <br> <<set _cartilagePiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['" + _lcEar + "cartilage']">> <<listbox _cartilagePiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "none" `$variable == "none" ? "selected" : ""`>> <<option "Industrial" "industrial" `$variable == "industrial" ? "selected" : ""`>> <<option "Helix" "helix" `$variable == "helix" ? "selected" : ""`>> <<option "Tragus" "tragus" `$variable == "tragus" ? "selected" : ""`>> <<option "Orbital Conch" "orbital" `$variable == "orbital" ? "selected" : ""`>> <</listbox>> </label> </div> <<run function bindOnChangeEvents(earSide, ear) { $(document).one(":passagerender", function (event) { ["cartilage", "ear"].forEach(type => { $(event.content).find("#listbox-bodypiercingstyle" + earSide + type).on("change", function (event) { const imagePath = 'img/doll/closeup/earpiercing_' + State.variables.Body.piercingStyle[earSide + type] + '.png'; document.getElementById(earSide + "-" + type).src = imagePath; const select = event.target; if (select.value !== "0") { State.variables.Body.piercings.pushUnique(ear + " " + type.toLocaleUpperFirst()) } else { State.variables.Body.piercings.delete(ear + " " + type.toLocaleUpperFirst()); } }); }); }); }; bindOnChangeEvents(_lcEar, _ear); >> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pussy.png"> <<link "<img src='img/doll/closeup/pussy.png' style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "bald">> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pussy.png"> </div> <</replace>> <</link>> </div> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pussy.png"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pubes_strip.png"> <<link "<img src='img/doll/closeup/pussy.png' style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "landing strip">> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pussy.png"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pubes_strip.png"> </div> <</replace>> <</link>> </div> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pussy.png"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pubes_sparse.png"> <<link "<img src='img/doll/closeup/pussy.png' style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "bikini line">> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pussy.png"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pubes_sparse.png"> </div> <</replace>> <</link>> </div> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pussy.png"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pubes_trimmed.png"> <<link "<img src='img/doll/closeup/pussy.png' style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "trimmed bush">> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pussy.png"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pubes_trimmed.png"> </div> <</replace>> <</link>> </div> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pussy.png"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pubes_natural.png"> <<link "<img src='img/doll/closeup/pussy.png' style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "bush">> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pussy.png"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" src="img/doll/closeup/pubes_natural.png"> </div> <</replace>> <</link>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<widget linkexpand container>> <span class="macro-link-expand"> <<linkreplace _args[0] t8n>> <<if _args[1] !== "noScroll">> <<scrollIntoView>> <</if>> _contents <</linkreplace>> </span> <</widget>> <<widget video>> <video autoplay muted loop @src="_args[0]" @poster="_args[1]" /> <</widget>> <<widget call container>> <<set _name = _args[0] or $CC.name>> <<set _class = 'call ' + (!_args[0] ? 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$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value = 0>><</if>> <header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Act I<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>Spying for Dummies<</type>></h2> </header> <<timed 5s t8n>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 2>> Not a word was spoken about what I was up to. I think that <<print $CC.DName>> was glad to see so much activity out of me. He was extremely careful around me, as if he expected me to break at any moment. Very few, selective words and interactions -- I wondered how much of this was guidance by Nate. <br><br> <<image framed "act1.luggage.png">> My bags were packed. My room was clean. Everything was in order, and while the biggest decision had been made, I had left important ones until this moment. Nothing left to procrastinate with. <br><br> Where was I <<linkexpand "going?">> going? <div id="going"> <<crossroads #going>> <<path>> Take the cash I had on hand and drop by <<print $CC.DName>>'s travel agency and grab a ticket somewhere? They might even have ideas -- seemed like an easy option, but he could find out. He //would// find out, but maybe too late. <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.leftSolo = true>> <br><br> My bag rumbled behind me with all my worldly belongings. The back door was handy and I think I left home with him still blissfully unawares. <br><br> I wondered if that would make things easier on him or worse. Did I care? <br><br> It was a lot longer of a walk than I remembered, but I couldn't turn back now lest all my plans go for naught -- would I be able to keep my resolve? Would <<print $CC.DName>> convince me? <br><br> Wait... <div id="perception"> <<crossroads #perception>> <<path>> Was...that car moving especially slow? <<contents>> <br><br> That car was moving...very...slow. I felt like I was literally in some movie. The hairs raising on the back of my neck and my hand tightened on the handle of my bag. How long had it been behind me? Was that Nate? <br><br> What should I do? <div id="act"> <<crossroads #act>> <<path>> Duck down the next street <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Deception"].exp ++>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 3>> And...//now//. And...//now//. I could still get to my destination this way, but now I'd have more information. I slowed my steps and kept focused on the car. Their breaks squeaked just slightly, lurching after I made my move. <br><br> Yep. Wow. This shit really happened. And I was important enough for a tail. Well, now that I had that knowledge, that I had ''made'' my pursuer, I kept going. Guess I out-agented the agent, eh, Nate? <br><br><br> The bell jangled as I stepped in the door, wheels of my bag thumping over the [[entryway|ACTI001 - Travel Agency][$ACTI.followed = true]]. <<else>> And...//now//. I could still get to my destination this way, but now I'd have more information. I slowed my steps and kept focused on the car. It passed, same speed, as if nothing was wrong. Maybe just an old person. <br><br> That's just an overactive imagination. I'm on edge, my adrenaline's up and I needed to calm down. Everything had gone crazy, no need for __me__ to go crazy as well. <br><br><br> The bell jangled as I stepped in the door, wheels of my bag thumping over the [[entryway|ACTI001 - Travel Agency][$ACTI.followed = false]]. <</if>> <<path>> Keep going as if nothing was wrong? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Suggestible"].exp ++>> <br><br> No. That's just an overactive imagination. I'm on edge, my adrenaline's up and I needed to calm down. Everything had gone crazy, no need for __me__ to go crazy as well. <br><br><br> The bell jangled as I stepped in the door, wheels of my bag thumping over the [[entryway|ACTI001 - Travel Agency][$ACTI.followed = false]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> No. That's just an overactive imagination. <<contents>> <br><br> I'm on edge, my adrenaline's up and I needed to calm down. Everything had gone crazy, no need for __me__ to go crazy as well. <br><br><br> The bell jangled as I stepped in the door, wheels of my bag thumping over the [[entryway|ACTI001 - Travel Agency][$ACTI.followed = false]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Bite the bullet and tell him I was going? Make //him// decide: help or lose me forever. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Deception"].exp -->> <div id="dad"> <br><br> With my heart thudding in my chest, I headed to his room. A rap-rap-rap of my knuckles on the door. Like he would do, it was an announcement of entry. <br><br><br> "Yeah?" <br><br> "Hey--" I was caught short, he was trying to hide drying his eyes, "Uh. Sorry." <br><br> "No, no, no. What's up, <<print $CC.name>>?" <br><br> "I...uh--I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to go." <br><br> "You too?" <br><br> "It's different, Dad. Don't gimme that." <br><br> Right as I might have been, the moisture in his eyes still expressed the pain I had inflicted. "Okay." <br><br> "It's not like I'm going to //disappear//." <br><br> "I know." <br><br> "I just, can't do ''this'' anymore. So, I can either do this __with__ you or on my own." He nodded, not understanding, but not about to send me away. <br><br> "With me? How." <br><br> "Got anywhere that I could go?" He chuckled, looking down at his knees. He wiped his hands against them and stood. <br><br> "Sure. <<link "Come on">><<replace "#dad">> <br><br> The chair squeaked as he sat down, "I'm sure there's somewhere we haven't been able to sell." The computer booted and his messy desktop filled the screen. Practiced movements, he navigated the clutter with ease. A couple folders expanded, his email flipped up onto the monitor -- it was surprisingly organized. "Okay. How do you feel about: <<hover>>[[the Philippines|ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]<<tip>>Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element.<</hover>>, <<hover>>[[Bangkok|ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2]]<<tip>>Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers.<</hover>>, or <<hover>>[[Tallinn|ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3]]<<tip>>Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations.<</hover>>?" <br><br> He leaned back in the chair, watching me as I decided. "Not the best places, but that's what we've got. Just be safe and...have fun." He squeezed my hand with a pained smile. <br> <</replace>><</link>>." </div> <<path>> Dig through my Mom's shit and see if I could find some clues? Go after her myself? Was that crazy? Some //agency// had told me she had disappeared. <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.leftSolo = true>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Excitable"].exp ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Investigation"].exp ++>> <br><br> Into the office I went. My heart pounded in my chest, listening intently to ensure I didn't hear him coming. <br><br> Into the drawers. Travel agency bullshit. Itineraries. Medical records. Old finger paintings -- why did they keep these? They aren't even recognizable as...a turkey? <br><br> Nothing of hers. Nothing? No passport. No itinerary. Not even tax or medical records. And certainly not shitty childhood drawings. <br><br> I almost slammed the drawers shut in frustration. I dropped into the office chair with a squeak, spinning in it slowly as I looked around the room. I could tear the place apart, but probably when <<print $CC.DName>> wasn't here. And I didn't have //time//. <br><br> Then my eyes fell on his computer. She used it sometimes, even though it was mostly for his work. <br><br> The computer booted and his messy desktop filled the screen. Oof, the //clutter//. I pulled up his email - surprisingly organized. More travel bullshit. Searching some terms. <<print $CC.MName>>: nothing. Nate? Nothing. The date of Prom: nothing. <br><br> Closing out of that, I tried a search of the PC itself. <<linkexpand "Come on, Gen Z skills.">> Come on, Gen Z skills. <br><br><br> <<print $CC.MName>>: nothing. Guess she //is// a spy or something. Not a trace. Date of Prom. Nada. Nate...? Using his business card: full name; phone number. <<shake 3s>>''BINGO''<</shake>> Files with your usual 'computer string' of random letters and numbers, but the contents told tales. <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2; $ACTI.search = 2]]>> <<hover>> Reference to Bangkok<<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> Dated a few months ago.<<else>>.<</if>> <<tip>> Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3; $ACTI.search = 1]] $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gte 1>> <<hover>> Another to Tallinn<<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> Dated last month.<<else>>.<</if>> <<tip>> Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations. <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have high enough investigation. <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1; $ACTI.search = 3]] $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 2>> <<hover>> And finally, from the week before Prom: the Philippines. <<tip>> Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element. <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have high enough investigation. <</crossroads>> <br> And a quick cross-reference with his email. Yep, I could nab some tickets surreptitiously through his login and password. He //certainly// wasn't an agent. <br><br> I just needed to decide, and quick, before he caught on to me. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Another tap-tap-tap of knuckles on my door. The announcement of entry. I tried to shield my open suitcase with my body as the door swung open. "What." I put as much threat into my voice as I could. <br><br> <<image framed "act1.luggage.png">> "You...just going to...leave, too?" There was a tightness in <<print $CC.DName>>'s' voice, restraint of the emotions that he was feeling. Somehow the pain he was experiencing just offended me, rather than soften me. <br><br> "Looks like it, doesn't it." Flipping the case closed, I patted it with finality. Silent, he moved over and sat on my bed unbidden. <br><br> It had been so close: my room was clean, I had just finished packing and was resolving to head out. He wasn't stopping me, which was its own kind of infuriating, but...what was he doing? <br><br> "Hey. I feel like you've kept a fuck-ton from me. Like...how long has Nate been around? What has Mom been up to?" <br><br> He nodded at each one, "Fair. All fair." He sighed. "And...you're right. We were waiting to tell you until you had graduated. Adulthood and whatnot. But the real answers I don't really know. Nate would be the best one to ask." I let my dissatisfaction sit pregnant in the air. "Where are you going anyway?" <br><br> It was a fucking great question. I hadn't gotten that far. Your move, <<print $CC.name>>. <div id="caught"> <<crossroads #caught>> <<path>> Call the bluff and see what I can sus out from Nate? <<contents>> <br><br> Heading back to my room, I considered giving Nate a call. He did have all the answers. At least those that were to be had. I kicked the door shut and pulled out my cell, dialing. There was a tightness growing in my stomach as the tones rang in my ear. I didn't have a plan and I didn't have leverage. <<call Nate>>Hello, $CC.name<</call>> My throat clenched as I heard his voice. The flood of that moment after graduation returning to me. <<call>>H-hi.<</call>> <<call Nate>>How are you holding up?<</call>> No. I was not going to let him drive this conversation. <<call>>Look. Why did you give me your card? I'm not looking for a job, or a recommendation...or to //hire// you.<</call>> He chuckled. Okay, I had gotten him off-balance, or at least surprised him a little. <<call Nate>>That...is a good point. We don't really do work-for-hire.<</call>> <<call>>Right. So why.<</call>> Silence on the other end. <<call Nate>>You free now?<</call>> <<call>>You're the spy, don't you know?<</call>> <<call Nate>>Yes, we have a little satellite squarely on your position at all times.<</call>> I didn't like that he made jokes out of his superior position. <<call>>So, what do you think of what my hand is doing right now.<</call>> Silence. <br><br> A very different type this time. <<call Nate>>How about meet me outside in...<</call>> <br> I clicked the phone off. I got off the bed and headed outside, standing in the yard with my hands on my hips, looking back and forth down the street. <br><br><br><br> When he pulled up a few moments later I felt supremely uncomfortable. He had been parked just down the street the whole time. It skeeved me out. It made me supremely curious. What. The. Fuck? <br><br> I opened the door to his Volvo and dropped into the passenger-side, using the impact of my weight as a commentary for how I felt right now. He coughed. Mission accomplished. <br><br> "This really how the government spends its resources?" We sat, idling in front of my house. I wasn't looking at him. <br><br> "This is not...normal." <br><br> "No. It's //not//. You're behaving like I'm on suicide watch or something. Like I'm some vital US asset in danger, under witness protection or some bullshit--" I was using the fictions that I had seen as a way to put some sort of context to how I felt, even though I knew they were fictions. So I'd keep spouting them until I got the truth from him. Why were they treating me this way? Why did it seem like I was special? Or scary? Or weak? Because it felt like they were saying all of them at once. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. <<if $CC.mom == 0>>Emma<<else>><<print $CC.MName>><</if>> was working a critical case. Very dangerous people involved, and honestly, I'm hoping that her disappearing means she's close. Because of who it was, because of what's at stake there //is// the chance that you were in danger, though that would also mean her cover was blown and we're in worse straits than you can imagine." <br><br> "Witness protection. For real." I finally looked at him. Scowling. Incredulous. <br><br> He sighed and set his jaw, now switching roles to be the one looking out the windshield, "I told you I'm your Minder. But there's more to it than that. I've been waiting for the go-ahead for something else." <br><br> "And do you have it?" <br><br><br> More silence. I wondered if it was a spy tactic. Or maybe spies are just people and aren't some uncanny superhero like we make them out to be. Wordlessly, he dug into his jacket pocket and pulled a piece of heavy card stock out and slid it onto the console between us with the smallest of movements. <br><br> He didn't look at me. He reached over, keeping his hand below the dash and put it on mine. I fought the instinct to recoil. Gently, he pulled it onto the white paper and then let go of my hand. "No. I don't. That's all I can say." <br><br> I grasped the paper and tried to tuck it against my body as I jerked out of the car. Far from elegant or crafty, but I think I understood. He was sending me a message and it was in the thing I had folded in the palm of my hand. I might have an answer! <br><br> I slammed the door and rushed to my room, wary about where I looked at it. I peeked out the window and his Volvo was gone. I wondered if he just parked back on the street. I went and hid in my closet, knees and feet nudging the packed suitcase to make room for me. I didn't dare use my phone for light. With just the barest crack in the door, I unfolded the thick, slightly slick and weirdly-shaped paper. I frowned, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. <br><br><br> It was a airplane ticket to [[Manila|ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]. <<path>> Take the goodwill I had earned and ask <<print $CC.DName>> to help me go. Wherever. Just go. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].exp ++>> <br><br> "I...honestly don't know. I just feel like, I need to...go." He nodded. <br><br> "Running doesn't solve everything -- or anything, in my experience." <br><br> "Didn't stop $CC.MName, did it?" A wry smile. <br><br> "I understand." <br><br> "I made my decision." <br><br> "I understand." <br><br> "You aren't going to change my mind, $CC.DName." <br><br> "I understand, <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "Got anywhere that I could go?" He chuckled, looking down at his knees. He wiped his hands against them and stood. <br><br> "Sure. The chair squeaked as he sat down, "I'm sure there's somewhere we haven't been able to sell." The computer booted and his messy desktop filled the screen. Practiced movements, he navigated the clutter with ease. A couple folders expanded, his email flipped up onto the monitor -- it was surprisingly organized. "Okay. How do you feel about: <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]>> <<hover>> the Philippines <<tip>> Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2]]>> <<hover>> Bangkok <<tip>> Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3]]>> <<hover>> or Tallinn? <<tip>> Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations. <</hover>> <</crossroads>> <br> He leaned back in the chair, watching me as I decided. "Not the best places, but that's what we've got. Just be safe and...have fun." He squeezed my hand with a pained smile. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</timed>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> Inside was exactly as it always was, people hunched over monitors, on headsets and clacking away intently. <br><br> <<if $ACTI.followed == true>> Yet there was a part of me that felt an urgency. If someone was keeping eyes on me than I needed to get a move on. And who knew if any of them were also watching for me. <br><br><br> I slid into the seat across from Livvy, who manned the front desk, "Hey." <br><br> "Oh, hey, <<print $CC.name>>." Okay, she seemed less than interested with my arrival. <br><br> "So, uh, weird request. Stuck with anything that I might be able to use? Ya know, extras--" <br><br> "Uh, sure, probably. For two of you, yeah?" <br><br> "Two? Yeah." I figured it was best to just ditch the other ticket than try and lie my way into a single ticket. <br><br> "How'd'ya feel about... <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2]]>> <<hover>> Bangkok <<tip>> Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3]]>> <<hover>> Tallinn <<tip>> Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]>> <<hover>> the Philippines <<tip>> Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element. <</hover>> <</crossroads>> <br> Well. That was easy. Now. Which one. Grab and go. <<else>> No one seemed to blink at my arrival. I wasn't a usual visitor, especially without <<print $CC.DName>>. They didn't want to be bothered and I needed to raise as little attention as possible, so...new girl. <br><br><br> I slid into the seat across from Livvy, who manned the front desk, "Hey." <br><br> "Oh, hey, <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "So, uh, weird request. Stuck with anything that I might be able to use? Ya know, extras--" <br><br> "Uh, sure, probably. For two of you, yeah?" <br><br> "Two? Yeah." I figured it was best to just ditch the other ticket than try and lie my way into a single ticket. <br><br> "How'd'ya feel about... <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2]]>> <<hover>> Bangkok <<tip>> Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3]]>> <<hover>> Tallinn <<tip>> Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]>> <<hover>> the Philippines <<tip>> Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element. <</hover>> <</crossroads>> <br> Well. That was easy. Now. Which one. Grab and go. <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> I hadn't quite thought the moment through before I arrived. And as I had that revelation, I was standing in front of <<print $CC.friend1>> with my roller bag. "College isn't for months, <<print $CC.name>>." He laughed off the confusion with a joke. <br><br> Moving past him, I saw the other two lounging as if they were on easy street. They were. The stress of the past //thirteen// years was suddenly over. No one really knew what to expect next (except sex and alcohol). It must have been easy to relax. For them. <br><br> "Yeah, well. I'm not going." They all laughed. Andrew rolled his eyes, Ethan waved me off like a fly, <<print $CC.friend1>> chuckled along but started to put the pieces together. I flashed my ticket, waving it back at Ethan with a bit more mock than I had intended. <br><br> "Oh." He dropped his controller. <br><br> "Yeah, so." <br><br> "But...like. Why?" Andrew was incredulous. "College is going to be a blast." <br><br> I dropped down on the couch, the emotional weight and exhaustion of my decision suddenly hitting me like a brick. "Yeah, you should enjoy it. You ''will''' enjoy it. Look, this is going to sound absolutely //insane//--" and I filled them in. They were rapt. I was thankful that they knew me as well and as long as they had. They could fill in the blanks and understand the conclusion I had come to. <br><br> "So uh. Wow." "Crazy." "Fucking. //''sucks''//." We sat on the couch together in silence. Then, Ethan -- always the one lacking decorum, "So, where you going?" <br><br> <<if $ACTI.ticket == 1>> "Call it synchronicity or coincidence, but...Manila? There's this part of my brain that won't let go of this fight ''years'' ago where she was going there. And it was an option...so." <<elseif $ACTI.ticket == 2>> "Thailand sounded fun, to be honest. Kinda like...fringe. The opposite of all of this," I made a hand motion at the life we lived, "Plus, I hear they've got some...//unique// clubs. So, the party scene's crazy." <<else>> "I didn't want to make //too// big of a change, to be honest. And I haven't seen like the Baltic...so Tallinn? Don't know anything about it, really, but it was a place to go in Europe." <</if>> <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> didn't seem to care anything about the where, "Will...you be coming back?" <br><br> "Before August? Or like...ever?" I tried to make it into a joke, "I'm //not// my Mom." <br><br> "Kinda...feels like it, though?" That stung. "Oh. Not your Mom...the ever thing." <br><br> "And the Mom thing too." Ethan. Fucking Ethan. <br><br> "It's a one-way. For now. We'll see. Okay?" I leaned over and gave <<print $CC.friend1>> a peck on the cheek. <<if $HS.promDate == "Friend">> He turned and we were mouth to mouth. I kinda melted. My body was craving affection, touch, care. <div id ="makeout"> /* TODO: crossroads */ I could <<link "make out">><<replace "#makeout">> I started making out with him. <br><br> I wasn't paying attention to the room but I bet it was awkward as we were grabbing at each other with our tongues down each other's throats. I'm pretty sure he broke the kiss first, there were tears in his eyes. It was then that I read the room. Andrew was shocked. Ethan was rock hard and his eyes were devouring me. <br><br> "Uh, wow. I'll take one of those goodbyes." I could practically feel the heat coming off of him and the tension in his voice. <br><br> <div id="escalate"> <<set $PG.boysSex = true>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> Part of me said <<link "'sure'">><<replace "#escalate">> I don't know what came over me, but he saw some look in my eyes and we were making out next. His hand pulled mine to his rock hard cock through his shorts while his other started to slide up my stomach to go under my top. <br><br> //Fuck//. He was really pushing things. <div id="sexy"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> And it was <<link "turning me on">><<replace "#sexy">> <<set $Stats.Traits["Easy"].exp ++>> I scooted closer, his hand pushing up to my chest with the shifting of position. I grunted into his mouth as my hand squeezed on his cock and he grunted back. I was confused as I felt a third hand on my thigh, pulling them open but my brain was occupied so it took me a few moments to realize that <<print $CC.friend1>> was the one fingering me all of a sudden. <br><br> <<shake 2s>>Ohhh.<</shake>> That felt good. <div id = "sex"> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>> Release right now would be... <<link "great">><<replace "#sex">> <<set $Stats.Traits["Risky"].exp ++>> My free hand reached over to Andrew -- it was getting to be like a game of Twister on the beat up couch -- and I started working open his shorts. Ethan was pushing my hand away so he could open his own. My underwear was being pulled down my legs and I spread my thighs eagerly. <br><br> Ethan didn't so much as stop kissing me as break the kiss with a firm push down on my head. And then I was sucking his cock. I lost the game of Twister but Andrew seemed content to finish getting himself out as I moved down onto my knees on the floor, head held and making me continue sucking as I moved. <br><br> I looked up at him and saw the triumph and long-term desire in his eyes and thanks to <<print $CC.friend1>> diving in to my pussy, my brain went: "Yes." And my head pushed down deeper, rewarding Ethan for <<print $CC.friend1>>'s tongue. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> Ethan's head dropped back against the couch cushion as he grunted loudly. I wondered what Andrew was doing and a quick look over, he was sitting there, jacking himself slowly and watching. "Cu-cumming." Came Ethan. And then he did. A surprisingly copious amount of slimy jism pumped again and again into my mouth. I held still, giggling proudly at how fast I got him off, feeling his hand grabbing at my hair while his semen collected in my mouth. <br><br> "Fuck. You're //that// good?" Andrew chuckled. So did Ethan as he shuddered and nodded, finally done with the monster load that nearly was choking me. He pulled my head up firmly. <br><br> "Show me." He panted. I opened my mouth, feeling Andrew shifting over for his turn as Ethan grinned at the view and then patted my cheek with his free hand, "Swallow. Good girl." I was still gulping down the viscousness as he was putting my mouth on Andrew. <<else>> Ethan watched me intently, applying pressure and guiding my movements. I wondered what Andrew was doing and a quick look over, he was sitting there, jacking himself slowly as he watched. <br><br> "I got first." Announced Ethan and suddenly I wasn't being eaten out anymore. "Bullshit." "Throw you for it." "Fine." Ethan's hand keeping me out of the conversation easily. His chubby belly pushed up against my nose ridge and forehead as he leaned in to RPS above me. "Fine. Seconds." And he pulled my head up firmly and guided me to Andrew. <</if>> <br><br> <<include "ACTI001 - The Boys_Fertile">> <</replace>><</link>>. But not <<link "smart">><<replace "#sex">> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].exp ++>> I grabbed the hand and pulled it from between my thighs, sliding forward and off the couch. This had gotten out of control. I didn't know how to leave now, but I had to. So, I didn't make eye contact or say a word, just corrected my clothing as I grabbed my bag and [[left|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> Release right now would be...great. But not <<link "smart">><<replace "#sex">> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].exp ++>> I grabbed the hand and pulled it from between my thighs, sliding forward and off the couch. This had gotten out of control. I didn't know how to leave now, but I had to. So, I didn't make eye contact or say a word, just corrected my clothing as I grabbed my bag and [[left|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> </div> <</replace>><</link>>? <<link "Crazy">><<replace "#sexy">> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].exp ++>> "Whoah, whoah, whoah. Fuck. Heh, uh. Awkward. Okay. Going now." I could feel the disappointment and frustration bubbling inside him, so I moved off the couch quickly. <br><br> "Kay. Hug?" They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. "Enjoy college if I don't see you first." <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, "Be safe." <br><br><br> A last hug for him. "I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]." <</replace>><</link>>? <<else>> "Whoah, whoah, whoah. Fuck. Heh, uh. Awkward. Okay. Going now." I could feel the disappointment and frustration bubbling inside him, so I moved off the couch quickly. <br><br> "Kay. Hug?" They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. "Enjoy college if I don't see you first." <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, "Be safe." <br><br><br> A last hug for him. "I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]." <</if>> </div> <</replace>><</link>>, the rest was <<link "reasonable">><<replace "#escalate">> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].exp ++>> "Ha, ha. Funny." I rolled my eyes. Andrew did too. I leaned over and gave him light one on the cheek, which he //tried// to accidentally get on my mouth. Then I quickly leaned over and did the same for Andrew before getting up. <br><br> "Kay. Hug?" They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. "Enjoy college if I don't see you first." <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, "Be safe." <br><br><br> A last hug for him. "I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]." <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> <br><br> "Kay. Hug?" They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. "Enjoy college if I don't see you first." <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, "Be safe." <br><br><br> A last hug for him. "I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]." <</if>> </div> <</replace>><</link>> </div> <<else>> "I'll take one of those, too." Laughed Ethan. I rolled my eyes and gave him light kiss, which he //tried// to accidentally get on my mouth. Then I quickly leaned over and did the same for Andrew before getting up. <br><br> "Kay. Hug?" They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. "Enjoy college if I don't see you first." <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, "Be safe." <br><br><br> A last hug for him. "I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]." <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> "You got some fucking condoms, right?" I panted out while licking slowly at Andrew's engorged meat. <br><br> "Uh. No. You're not...?" I shook my head, Ethan sighed. "<<print $CC.friend1>>?" <br><br> "You want me to go //inside// right now? Just grab some condoms in front of my ''Mom''?" <br><br> "There's pullout game..." chuckled Ethan. <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>> <<if !visited("HS008 - PromNightSex")>> <<set _friend1Title = $CC.friend1 + ", garage goodbye.">> <<addBody $CC.friend1 M _friend1Title>> <</if>> <br><br> I didn't respond, starting to actually suck on Andrew's hot dick, hips rising as an offer to <<print $CC.friend1>>. He was inside me before I knew it. <br><br> It's hard to suck a cock when you're being fucked at the same time. Hadn't really thought about it until that moment, but between the sensation of being stuffed, balls smacking against your clit, the push-pull heat and hardness of a bare cock inside you and the momentum of a body crashing against you urgently. It's very hard to concentrate and keep a good rhythm. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> But not too hard for me. Using the force from behind me to push down over Andrew's cock, nose to his pubic hair, lips against the base of his cock. Back and again, about once every couple thrusts. He came in my mouth and throat, gasping out in surprise. And then, thankfully I was breathing, head on Andrew's thighs, looking back and watching <<print $CC.friend1>> holding at my scrunched skirt and pumping vigorously. <<else>> Eventually, I just gave up, holding Andrew's cock and slowly stroking the moist cock as I lay my head on his thighs, looking back and watching <<print $CC.friend1>> holding at my scrunched skirt and pumping vigorously. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> "Sh-shit. S-sorry." He shook his head as his hips moved erratically a last couple times and then he was cumming inside me. <br><br> I started thinking about if I could swing by a pharmacy or if the airport had Plan B while he was pulling free. I hadn't cum, either. Ugh. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I held a wad of some tissues Andrew handed me between my legs. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> I had a bit more time though, working at my sticky self as I finished off Andrew. We came together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me. <br><br> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I held a wad of some tissues Andrew handed me between my legs. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <<else>> <<addBody "Ethan" M "Ethan, as a garage goodbye">> I had a bit more time though, working at my sticky self as I sucked on Andrew -- and Ethan was sliding up into my vacant pussy. He wasn't gentle or focused on me, but having him inside me helped me get off. The three of us came together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me and I felt Ethan eagerly driving home rather than giving any thought to his pullout game. I smacked my lips after swallowing Andrew's swimmers, looking back in surprise as another blast of heat fired into me. That I could feel it spoke to the size and viscosity of what had to have been a half-dozen or so shots of spunk, "Jesus." I chuckled, my orgasm and this not being the first mistake made it easy to let him do his thing. Both of the other two Boys copied my impressed reaction too as his fingers dug at my hips and he was finally done. Edging him earlier plus what I knew was really good pussy probably just gave him the longest orgasm of his life and a monster load into me. <br><br> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I held a wad of some tissues Andrew handed me between my legs. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> I nodded and encouraged him, feeling the release that had started all of this building within me. And <<shake 3s>>there<</shake>> it was. When I came down, I felt the cooling stickiness on my ass and lower back. Good. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I wiped myself off with some tissues Andrew handed me. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <</if>> <<else>> The cock felt good, but I wasn't going to get there so I dropped my hand between my legs and began to strum...too late. He tugged out, spewing onto my ass and lower back -- good. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I wiped myself off with some tissues Andrew handed me. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> I had a bit more time though, working at myself as I finished off Andrew. We came together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me. <br><br> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I wiped myself off with some tissues Andrew handed me. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <<else>> <<addBody "Ethan" M "Ethan, as a garage goodbye">> I had a bit more time though, working at myself as I sucked on Andrew -- and Ethan was sliding up into my vacant pussy. He wasn't gentle or focused on me, but having him inside me helped me get off. The three of us came together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me and I felt Ethan's copious and viscous load spraying against my slit and mound -- close enough I hoped. <br><br> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I wiped myself off with some tissues Andrew handed me. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> "Ha. Right." I sat my ass down on the floor and reached back, nudging <<print $CC.friend1>>'s hand back between my legs as I blew <<link "Andrew">><<replace "#makeout">> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. Each of them had gotten me off -- Andrew was the best and easiest. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<image framed "gy.airport.png">> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> Not having to pay for my ticket freed a bit of money for the unexpected. That whole event had been unexpected and not the goodbye I had been seeking out. As distance and time from it grew, the less of a good idea it had seemed, especially as I was swallowing down the emergency contraceptive in the bathroom of the terminal. Well, what better way to avoid and ignore a problem besides put a few thousand miles between you and it? <br><br> <</if>> <<if $ACTI.followed == true>> Maybe Nate had other people working with him. Maybe it hadn't been Nate. But if it was -- and that's all I could bank on right now -- I hadn't seen anything of him on my way to <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>JFK<<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">>BHM<<elseif $CC.hometown == "LA">>LAX<<elseif $CC.hometown == "WA">>SEA<<elseif $CC.hometown == "NO">>Denver International -- it was a trip, but I had time now.<</if>> And through security, nothing. I couldn't shake the feeling that it just wasn't my skill set, that maybe I was out of my depth and I was being ridiculous thinking I could slip whatever agency my Mom had worked for. I hadn't even known about them. <br><br> <</if>> I settled into my seat at the gate, taking stock of everything and just taking a deep breath. It looked like it was going to be a packed flight, the odd assortment of business travelers, and the rest seemed to be buzzing with the anticipation of an upcoming vacation. I wondered where I fell. I certainly didn't have any business to conduct. I //was// getting away -- maybe I could consider this a vacation. A hiatus. A sabbatical. <br><br> Pulling up my texts, I saw the ream that had come through from <<print $CC.FName>> -- I'd been leaving her on read and that was not fair, especially now. <br><br> I snapped a cute pic. <<call>> <<Doll portrait>> Hey girl, sorry. Grad present from <<print $CC.DName>>. Vacay! <</call>> <<if $HS.dropOut == true>> I received a quick response: <<call $CC.FName>> <big>😠</big> <br><br> You didn't grad. <</call>> <<else>> <<call $CC.FName>>Wow. That's a shitty reason for MIA.<</call>> <</if>> I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't. <br><br> Swiping my messages away, there was a pang of regret that this was so abrupt -- it would be my first real big trip. And alone. Resolving to have some fun when I got there, I popped earbuds in and scrolled through my playlist, nudged my roller bag between my knees and rested my head on the handlebar. Waiting for boarding to be called gave me some time to learn about my destination. Better now than never. <br><br> Last step was board. That was it. Then I'd be in <<if $ACTI.ticket == 1>> [[Manila|ACTI003 - Manila Arrival]]. <<elseif $ACTI.ticket == 2>> [[Bangkok|ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude]]. <<elseif $ACTI.ticket == 3>> [[Tallinn|ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude]]. <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> The cramping on the plane was awful and I got well acquainted with the plane bathroom, but everything seemed to have settled by the time we landed in Estonia. <br><br> <</if>> I was fucking //exhausted//. It's incredible to me how simply sitting, watching some movies, listening to music, reading a magazine or a book -- all could just knock you flat on your ass. I slept what I could, and maybe that was my mistake. <br><br> My eyes were bleary as we fell into our approach. The immigration cards were passed out for easy entry and I began to fill mine out as we bounced onto the tarmac, finally arriving in Tallinn. <br><br> <<image framed "tallinn.airplane.png">> Yawning, I deplaned with the masses -- all scrabbling to get off the aluminum cigarette faster than anyone else. I was jostled and bumped, but I didn't care. I didn't really have anywhere to go besides where I was. I was...here. And...now what. <br><br><br> Pulling out my phone, I went to sign into the WiFi so I could plan my next steps...and saw a notification from my provider that there was no service. <<linkexpand "Fuck.">> Fuck. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value is 0>> And that must have been the straw. Suddenly, I found myself in the bathroom, bawling my eyes out into my palms, hunched in a stall. The insanity of all of this hit me like a ton of bricks and I was //freaking// ''out''. It was probably a good fifteen minutes of irrational thought -- grab a return ''now''; I was going to die; sex slavery; I'd never see home again -- and then, I think my emotional batteries were simply drained. No more tears came, so I was able to get myself together with some semblance of resolve and clean up. Nothing to do but soldier on, I guess. <br><br><br> <</if>> I hadn't thought of changing my cell plan before leaving -- it's incredible what you forget when you're rushing these giant life choices. <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> Luckily, I had an extra phone on-hand that was more ready to accept a new provider, cash for time, so my burner became my main cell. <<else>> Moving through the Terminal I couldn't find anything beyond a Duty Free. I'd have to figure something out sooner rather than later, but who was I trying to call anyway? <</if>> <br><br> It was the largest airport in Estonia. But, that was Estonia. Walking through the terminal, I felt like I was in a midwestern airport in the States rather than a capital, international hub. <br><br> I was thankful to see the symbols of Euro, knowing that it'd be relatively easy here from a money standpoint, so I tugged my single roller bag behind me and made my way to the ground transportation. <br><br> As I walked, I considered -- where am I going? <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>> I had picked this place because it had been away, 'same'-ish and probably fun, so I guess downtown? Find some fun? Estonia had to have //something// interesting to do. <<else>>She had been here, but where had she been? Did I come here with designs of hunting down a spy? Run into her randomly on the street? Pick up the trail like she was Carmen Sandiego? It was a small country, but even in Providence, Rhode Island, there were innumerable places to go, things to do...places to hide. Hm. <</if>>So before getting too far from the gate, I dropped into a chair to consult my phone while I had WiFi access. The seat struck me as something out of the 60s or 70s: vibrant color stripes with the hint of padding. Better than simple hard plastic, though. <br><br><br> Something central. Oh. The map practically drew your idea right towards Old Town. Seemed like everything was there. Hotels, night life, business -- Old Town seemed pretty 'now'. I wanted my money to stretch, so I settled on a hostel on the northern side of Old Town and shrugged to myself. Better than nothing. <br><br> After seeing the map, I knew that I wasn't that far from where I needed to go so I kept the cost low and grabbed a bus to the city center. <br><br> No eye contact, not a word of English. Climbing onboard the driver said something to me that sounded vaguely Hebrew? I smiled and nodded. <br><br> I grabbed a seat and looked around as we pulled out of the airport, it was quiet and relatively empty. The day workers coming back from shifts at the airport. Beleaguered travelers like myself. <br><br> There was a tension in the air and I couldn't quite place why. <br><br><br> And twenty minutes or so later, we arrived in [[Old Town|ACTI003 - OldTown]]. <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <div id ="old"> We passed within //walls// and deposited in what felt like another time and place. It was majestically maintained: parapets, brick and stonework buildings, cobblestone roads. My bag thumped along behind me as I navigated the narrow sidewalk, doing my best to remember which direction my hostel was in. The looks I got let me know that travelers were an unusual sight, both curious and critical. <br><br> I was pleasantly surprised to arrive at what looked less like a hostel and more like a church. Young people were milling about and smiling pleasantly to me as I came up the steps -- another welcome change from the walk over. The interior was clean and well-maintained, a common area with people working on laptops, and then the front desk, "Tere, kuidas ma saan sind aidata?" <br><br> With a broad smile and tight eyes, "Uh, hi?" <br><br> "Ah, American?" I nodded and chuckled it off, "Not many of you around nowadays." <br><br> "Oh?" <br><br> "Have you been to Pirita?" <br><br> "I just arrived." <br><br> "Well today it has a perfect view of Russian wargames." She said with an icy tone, sarcasm and displeasure as one. "Anyway. Name?" <br><br> "Oh, yeah. I just made a reservation, <<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>?" <br><br> She squared me away with a small room upstairs and I thanked her as I moved away from the desk, looking for where she had directed me. Wargames. That's fucking ominous. When I had decided on Tallinn, I figured that there being two to three //countries// between here and the war that there wouldn't be anything to worry about. <br><br> Suddenly, a bright and shining male face popped into view, "Welcome!" He didn't have the same accent that she did, but it was a hostel, people traveled. <br><br> "Uh, thanks." This was a lot. <br><br> "Pavel, and you are?" He extended his hand. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "So you just arrived, I heard. And American?" <br><br> "Accent gave me away?" <br><br> "Yes, and the stickers on your bag." There were airline tags, but given the text was small, I didn't even consider that they would be readable. <br><br> "Oh, well...yeah." I shrugged, "I should be getting to my room--" <br><br> "Oh, of course. I'll let you go, maybe I'll see you around?" It was a kind smile. <br><br> "Sure thing, Pavel. Nice to meet you." <br><br> He shook my hand and said something that sounded like Ciao, so I said Ciao back and headed up the stairs and to the hole in the wall that would be my room. I tore the labels off my bag and looked at them again. I guess that the American Airlines was an indicator, if you knew the logo, but the rest of it looked like gobbledygook. There was no way that any of the airline code said I was American. Whatever. I'm being too weird about it. They were just on high alert for people from the West. And for good reason. There were fucking boats in the water shooting at each other as a show of strength that the looming bear nearby could levy destruction and conquest their way if and when it decided to. <br><br> I needed a shower. Clean the travel off me, relax, and get a fresh start. I grabbed a towel and <<linkexpand "stripped down.">> <<outfit towel>> stripped down. I tied the towel around myself, feeling the cool air infiltrating the short length all up and down my thighs, pussy and ass as I stepped into the hall and <<linkexpand "headed to the communal showers.">> headed to the communal showers. <<outfit naked>> <br><br><br> The showers were pretty clean -- not the nightmare that you'd expect from a hostel. The water was warm and the water pressure decent. I cleaned off with a deep, body shuddering sigh, letting the water rush over me before drying off and heading back to my room. A little pep to my step and far less concerned with the length of the towel now that I felt refreshed. And seemed no one was on the floor at the moment. <br><br> Back in the room I threw on some <<linkexpand "clean clothes">> <<outfit default>> and headed back out, determined to make nice with <<link "Pavel">> <<replace "#old" t8n>> And there he was, a relatively non-descript, sinewy guy with brown hair, brown eyes and just a touch older than me, if I had to guess. "Hey, Pavel." I casually sat myself in a seat next to him -- he seemed alone and focused on his laptop. <br><br> "Oh, uh hey, <<print $CC.name>>. How's the room?" <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Perception"].exp ++>> He shut the lid of his laptop quickly as soon as he registered me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Investigation"].exp ++>> And it wasn't like he was watching porn. Seemed like he was in the midst of some Telegram-like chat. <</if>> <</if>> "Fine, this is all surprisingly...nice?" <br><br> "Absolutely. So. what are you doing here? What brings you to this corner of the world? I'm doing a bit of startup work and this is kind of a startup hostel. Lots of blockchain things happen in Estonia." <br><br> "Oh, <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Learning"].exp ++>>cool! <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Learning"].exp ++>>cool? <</if>> Uh, would it be weird if I said it was kind of a dartboard thing?" <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>>Because, essentially, that's what it was.<<else>>The lie was not quite a full lie, but would serve me for now.<</if>> <br><br> "Huh. Should have ended up in the water then, got lucky landing on water." <br><br> "Well, I was close to dropping into the Baltic, right?" I joked back. I noticed that he didn't seem gay, but despite being in a miniskirt, his eyes hadn't once dropped to try and peek, let alone look at my legs. Weird. <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>And kinda offensive.<<else>>But glad about it.<</if>> "So, what's there fun to do?" <br><br> "Wanna go out with us tonight? Me and some guys were planning on heading out if you wanted to meet up here a bit later...?" <br><br> Hm. Didn't know him from Adam... <<crossroads #old>> <<path>> But it would be good to have a host... <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Risky"].exp ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Suggestible"].exp ++>> /*TODO Fictionary: Not sure how to make this new variable/status*/ <<set $Tallinn = 1>> "Sure!" <br><br> "Great! See you down here in...a couple hours?" <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>I got up, giving him a quick peck on the cheek -- craving some kind of non friendzone attention from him. He smiled in surprise and didn't jerk back. Yes! Pleased, I headed back to my room.<<else>>Wow, I don't know the last time I felt so comfortable just hanging out with a strange guy. I got up and headed back to my room.<</if>> A little last look over my shoulder: he was already deeply involved with his laptop again. <br><br> Comfortable and cozy with plans made for me and not having to do this whole crazy thing alone, I grabbed a nap. I was out like a light, even with the lights on. <br><br> I was startled awake, absolutely freaking out in my new shoebox of a room as my phone alarm woke me up. My heart was pounding. Something was wrong. And then, I remembered how I got here and that it was time for me to get ready and have some fun. <br><br> Laughing at my ridiculousness, I donned my <<linkexpand "dress">> <<outfit naked>> <<waiting 1.5s>> <<timed 1.5s t8n>> <<outfit underwear>> <<waiting 1.5s>> <<next 1.5s>> <<outfit club>>dress, and headed downstairs to meet Pavel and his friends so that we could party out in the dimming medieval streets of [[Old Town|ACTI004 - TallinnNightOut]]. <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> ...or try things myself <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].exp ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Social"].exp -->> /* TODO Fictionary: Not sure how to make this new variable/status*/ <<set $Tallinn = 0>> "Oh uh--" I wasn't sure quite how to respond. He was literally a new person in a strange town and a guy. I didn't feel like throwing in with him and his 'guys'. <br><br> "Totally get it." His hands came up instantly, warding off the rejection and my worries together, "If you change your mind, feel free to meet me here in a couple hours." I nodded and got up, not sure how to continue the conversation now, "Oh, just a word of advice -- dangerous time here and being American? Keep it to yourself?" A knowing, slightly condescending tone. <br><br> "Not sure I can hide how I talk..." I tried to laugh it off, though it didn't make me feel safe. Maybe I //had// made the right choice? <br><br> "I know. Well, we'll be here." And he was back to his laptop, shifting his body to block the screen as he opened the device again. So I headed back to my room to get ready, mulling those things over and feeling even less confident about this crazy choice that I had made. <br><br> I spent too much time online, trying to google my way into finding information about being safe and good/bad areas of Tallinn and the current political climate, but it didn't make me feel more comfortable, even as I donned my <<outfit club>>, and headed onto the dimming medieval streets of [[Old Town|ACTI004 - TallinnNightOut]]. <</crossroads>> <</replace>> <</link>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit club>> <<if $Tallinn == 1>>Pavel and the guys were such a slavic stereotype, I couldn't help but laugh. Track suits, shirts unbuttoned deeply, gold chains, slick hair. But Pavel received the end of my laugh as an excited smile, "Wow! You look excited. Guys, this is <<print $CC.name>>." And there it was: these guys were eyeing me over. Eh, whatever, we were going out. I was wearing this dress. <br><br> "Yeah! So, show me Tallinn!" <br><br> We popped out of the hostel and on the way to our destination I was introduced to the other four guys. Oleg was a meaty, squat man with a brow that wouldn't quit. Artyom wouldn't quit hitting his vape pen. Gennady didn't make a sound as he walked, despite the crisp leather dress shoes on the cobblestone. Dima wouldn't stop walking behind me and staring at my ass, even when I called him out about it. "Dima! Come on, join us and stop looking at my ass." <br><br> "Elle?" The name stopped me squarely in the middle of the street. It was directed at me and the fact that it came from a feminine voice made me immediately think she was //her//. I spun, prepared to see my mother standing right there on the streets of the Baltic capital. <br><br> "Oh." She was a blonde, in her mid-40's or so with a deep, unmistakable and arresting beauty. She both seemed to immediately recognize her mistake and be even more confused as we met eyes: they were blue-green and held a sadness and withdrew from me as soon as we made contact. <br><br> Dima chuckled, finally alongside me now that I had stopped. Pavel had pivoted, calling back to me, "Come on, <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> I moved over towards her. There was a desperation in my movement that had her take a step back. Her eyes were considering the men I was with. <<if $Stats.Skills["Perception"].value gt 1>>I felt Dima continuing to follow me, his presence notable since he hadn't been this close at any point on our walk before.<</if>> <br><br> "Why...did you say that name?" It was like she had splashed chum in the water and I was a shark on the hunt. <br><br> "Mistaken identity, I'm sorry." Her accent was very similar to Pavel's. And all his friends. A little conclave of his nation on the streets of Tallinn? Accidentally? That's weird. <br><br> "Who's. Elle." I was right in front of her. The words barely escaped my tight throat. I felt Dima's hand on my upper arm: masculine and controlling. I pulled forward from his grasp without even thinking, barely noticing his grip tightening ''hard''. <br><br> She was leaning in to me and then a short, quick phrase: <<linkexpand "\"Duck.\"">> "Duck". <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills["Coordination"].value gt 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Coordination"].exp ++>> It was instinctive and I moved fluidly without really thinking. Then Dima was dropping. His hand unclenching my arm and he was yelping in surprise. <br><br> I could smell the tang of iron on the air, there was the immediate yells of Pavel and the guys, and the __pew__, slow and methodical. The first one had been right after she had told me to duck. <br><br> I felt her pass me as whatever was happening...happened. Louder reports of return fire echoed off the stones around me. Plaster crumbled under impacts, I felt air disturbed far too close to me -- I felt it: it was too close. It was a firefight and all I could think of was, "If I stay still, they can't see me." Crouched, hands tight over my head, nose pressed to the tops of my thighs, just a curled up ball in the middle of the street in a dress. It was ridiculous. But I didn't need encouragement. <br><br> There was groaning, the sound of dress shoes retreating down the street and the random pot-shots taken in retreat. I remained deathly still. I wondered if I had been shot. <<if $CC.memories.includes("Nearly Killed")>>I didn't really remember being shot before and the conflagration felt as sudden and as scary as before, so maybe I had been. Again.<<else>>I'd never been shot before and didn't know how it felt.<</if>> A few more of the suppressed spits and then it was quiet. <br><br> I jerked when I felt the gentle caress on my bare back, "Come with me. Now." It was gentle, yet impossible to argue with. I scrambled up and along with her, my heels clicking rapidly against the cobbles as I looked back at the devastation in her wake. <br><br> Dima was laying there, still as if asleep. So was Oleg and Artyom. They were not asleep. I registered the black, sleek object in her hand. She carried it with a cool confidence that scared me: when had it appeared, //where// had it come from, and why was I only just now realizing that this woman had a fucking gun in her hand. And had killed those guys. <br><br><br> "What--" <br><br> "The fuck, right?" She chuckled and shook her head as if we were sharing this moment as comrades. As if we had both just been tools of violence. "You look //so// much like her. You're her daughter, yes?" <br><br> I didn't know how to respond. Unnerved and about to just devolve into a flood of tears. In less than five seconds, the thought of my mother -- and her disappearance -- had been thrust into my consciousness, shattering what would have been a fun night and then carnage and death. And now we were running. Why was I going with her? Was she about to kill me? <br><br> We were in a car. She thrust the pistol between her thighs, sticking up like a dildo as she pulled off into the narrow streets. "They had no idea who you were, I don't think." <br><br> "And you //do//?" I coughed out, the wetness battling in my eyes was thick in my throat. <br><br><br> She reached over, kindly, brushing my cheek and tucking some hair behind one of my ears, "I knew Elle. We worked together. I owe her this. Now. Where to send you. It's not safe here." She laughed as if it were another joking matter, "[[Clearly|ACTI005 - LeavingTallinn]]". <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Coordination"].exp ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].exp -->> Duck? Duck w--? I froze, Dima was yanking me back and I moved like a stiff board, clumsily yanked back out into the street as he was grunting and falling back with me -- always behind me, always. His grip on my arm yanking me harder as he stumbled and I was thrown onto the cobbles roughly, splayed out on the street. <br><br> I could smell the tang of iron on the air. I saw this woman moving forward, ignoring my tumble and with a steely focus in her eyes. __Pew__. __Pew__. __Pew__. Slow, methodical. There was a sleek black gun kicking back in her hands. The first one had been right after she told me to duck. <br><br> Pavel and the guys were yelling. I saw them scattering down the street, Oleg was already laying still and the others had gotten out their own firearms, responding. I was glad to have been laying flat, as small of a target as possible as I watched her walking //towards// them like an insane person. Plaster crumbled as bullets made contact with the old facades of buildings. <br><br> And then, as sudden as it had all begun. It was over. They were retreating down the street and taking random pot-shots. She was stepping over to Artyom, who had also been dropped. Summarily pulled the trigger twice as she stood over him, then to Oleg, the same. Then back towards me. Was I about to die? Like a crab, I began to try and drag myself away, my heels not able to catch at the street stones. <br><br> Dima groaning, stopped after she finished him off. Then, making eye contact with me, she reached out a hand and I jerked back, turning my head and closing my eyes. Then I realized it was //not// the gun hand. "Come with me. Now." It was gentle, yet impossible to argue with. <br><br> I scrambled up and along with her, my heels clicking rapidly against the cobbles as I looked back at the devastation in her wake. <br><br> Then the pistol in her hand. She carried it with a cool confidence that scared me: when had it appeared, //where// had it come from, and why was I only just now realizing that this woman had a fucking gun in her hand. And had killed those guys. <br><br><br> "What--" <br><br> "The fuck, right?" She chuckled and shook her head as if we were sharing this moment as comrades. As if we had both just been tools of violence. "You look //so// much like her. You're her daughter, yes?" <br><br> I didn't know how to respond. Unnerved and about to just devolve into a flood of tears. In less than five seconds, the thought of my mother -- and her disappearance -- had been thrust into my consciousness, shattering what would have been a fun night and then carnage and death. And now we were running. Why was I going with her? Was she about to kill me? <br><br> We were in a car. She thrust the pistol between her thighs, sticking up like a dildo as she pulled off into the narrow streets. "They had no idea who you were, I don't think." <br><br> "And you //do//?" I coughed out, the wetness battling in my eyes was thick in my throat. <br><br><br> She reached over, kindly, brushing my cheek and tucking some hair behind one of my ears, "I knew Elle. We worked together. I owe her this. Now. Where to send you. It's not safe here." She laughed as if it were another joking matter, "[[Clearly|ACTI005 - LeavingTallinn]]". <</if>><</linkexpand>> <<else>> I found a side exit, trying to avoid the off-chance at seeing Pavel and his friends. <br><br> I think the wargames happening on the doorstep of the small Baltic state probably had something to do with how quiet the streets were. I had picked out a cute little spot called Depeche Mode Baar. Theming obvious. It didn't seem like some 'hot' and crazy spot, but it had great ratings and seemed like it could offer a sedate evening or a wild one, depending on me. <br><br> It was a short walk, which I was thankful for -- heels and cobblestones did //not// mix. And then I was stopped short: "Elle?" It was directed at me and the feminine tone made me immediately think it was //her//. I spun, prepared to see my mother standing right there on the streets of the Baltic capital. "Oh." She was a blonde, in her mid-40's or so with a deep, unmistakable and arresting beauty. She both seemed to immediately recognize her mistake and be even more confused as we met eyes: they were blue-green and held a sadness and withdrew from me as soon as we made contact. <br><br> I moved over towards her. There was a desperation in my movement that had her take a step back. "Why...did you say that name?" It was like she had splashed chum in the water and I was a shark on the hunt. <br><br> "Mistaken identity, I'm sorry." And I was diffused. I stopped again and watched her retreat, fumbling at a doorway and that made me feel like a pervert, invading her life. I turned and continued my way <<linkexpand "down the street.">> down the street. <br><br><br> All the questions and confusion flooded back into my head moments later, I shook my head confused as to why I stopped pursuing so easily. I looked back, but she was gone. And with no other options, I made my way to the Baar. <br><br> It would have served as any dive bar in the states. Small booths, kitschy decor (thumb-tacked photos of the band on a corkboard, albums and clippings on the walls) and a dark room illuminated with neon and video screens playing their music videos. <br><br> Mostly male, a good bit of what I associated with Russian flavor: tracksuits, shirts open too deeply, gold chains. Well, when in Rome! <br><br> I shouldered my way to the bar and avoided using words as much as possible, just pointing to what I wanted and paying for a 'Red Beer' rather than a 'Dark Beer', though both were 'flavored with Depeche Mode.' <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>!" Once again, I was pulled by my thoughts and...there was Pavel. "Crazy coincidence! You have good taste in bars." He was flanked with who I assumed were 'his guys,' four dudes that very much fit in with the vibe. Oleg was a meaty, squat man with a brow that wouldn't quit. Artyom wouldn't quit hitting his vape pen. Gennady seemed to fade away into the crowd of them, quiet and reserved. Dima wouldn't staring at my ass, even I moved to make it difficult. <br><br> "Yeah, crazy to see you here. Well, how do you cheers here?" <br><br> Dima leaned forward, his hand taking the opportunity to get a feel, "Vashe zdorov'ye." I repeated the words as best I could, lifting my beer with theirs and we <<linkexpand "began the night.">> began the night. <br><br><br> I wouldn't say that DM really had great dance music, but it let you do a two-step and bounce. Pavel paid for the rest of my rounds and I was getting a pretty serious buzz going. <<if $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value gt 2>>And it wasn't too long before I was letting the back of my dress flash Dima.<<else>>I had to catch myself and stop Dima as he kept getting adventurous with my rear end.<</if>> I let the inhibitions drop away and started to consider...were they all back at the hostel? Hostels were kind of all about sex...which of them might I be down to fuck? <<if $CC.sexuality == -1>>//If// I was into men. Fuck it, I could still enjoy the play even if I wouldn't follow through.<</if>> <div id="fake"> <<crossroads #fake>> <<path>> Pavel <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].exp ++>> <br><br> He was the one I was most comfortable with, seemed to be the least predatory. Maybe. We'll see. <br><br> I mis-stepped and fell into him, pulling his hips against mine by his ass. It had started as a trip while I was dancing along to "Personal Jesus," but my brain had taken the opportunity to try and make the moment magic. He just smiled at me as I pulled back, awkwardly, "Fuck hehe sorry guys, I think the travel has gotten to me...I should probably head back." <br><br> "Of course...we'll walk you back and head somewhere else after." Pavel nodded and with a chin motion, the guys rolled out, with me in tow. <br><br> As soon as we got outside, was disappointed that Pavel hadn't followed up my opener. I wondered if he saw the 'not interested?' in my eyes as I looked over at him in surprise. <<path>> Oleg <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Excitable"].exp ++>> <br><br> That beefiness made me wonder if he was a beast in bed. Could he manhandle me? Toss me around? Maybe. We'll see. <br><br> I mis-stepped and fell into him, my hands squeezing his thick arms. It had started as a trip while I was dancing along to "Personal Jesus," but my brain had taken the opportunity to try and make the moment magic. He just smiled at me as I pulled back, awkwardly, "Fuck hehe sorry guys, I think the travel has gotten to me...I should probably head back." <br><br> "Of course...we'll walk you back and head somewhere else after." Pavel nodded and with a chin motion, the guys rolled out, with me in tow. <br><br> As soon as we got outside, was disappointed that Oleg hadn't followed up my opener. I wondered if he saw the 'take me' in my eyes as I looked over at him in surprise. <<path>> Gennady <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Risky"].exp ++>> <br><br> I wondered if he was this quiet in bed. Did his fluidity speak to the way he moved and maneuvered with someone else? Maybe. We'll see. <br><br> I mis-stepped and fell into him, my fingers sliding over the front of his pants. It had started as a trip while I was dancing along to "Personal Jesus," but my brain had taken the opportunity to try and make the moment magic. He just smiled at me as I pulled back, awkwardly, "Fuck hehe sorry guys, I think the travel has gotten to me...I should probably head back." <br><br> "Of course...we'll walk you back and head somewhere else after." Pavel nodded and with a chin motion, the guys rolled out, with me in tow. <br><br> As soon as we got outside, was disappointed that Gennady hadn't followed up my opener. I wondered if he saw the 'don't disappear on me' in my eyes as I looked over at him in surprise. <<path>> Artyom <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Suggestible"].exp ++>> <br><br> His oral fixation made my pussy tingle. Would he pull at my clit the same way he did that pen? Maybe. We'll see. <br><br> I mis-stepped and fell into him, my lips meeting his cheek. It had started as a trip while I was dancing along to "Personal Jesus," but my brain had taken the opportunity to try and make the moment magic. He just smiled at me as I pulled back, awkwardly, "Fuck hehe sorry guys, I think the travel has gotten to me...I should probably head back." <br><br> "Of course...we'll walk you back and head somewhere else after." Pavel nodded and with a chin motion, the guys rolled out, with me in tow. <br><br> As soon as we got outside, was disappointed that Artyom hadn't followed up my opener. I wondered if he saw the 'come here' in my eyes as I looked over at him in surprise. <<path>> Dima <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Easy"].exp ++>> <br><br> I liked his hands and eyes constantly being on me. I wondered if he was into any position besides doggy. Maybe. We'll see. <br><br> I mis-stepped and stumbled into Dima, "Fuck hehe sorry guys, I think the travel has gotten to me...I should probably head back." A slight motion of my hips to get his hands off my rear, and then I just relented. <br><br> "Of course...we'll walk you back and head somewhere else after." Pavel nodded and with a chin motion, the guys rolled out, with me in tow. <br><br> As soon as we got outside, I felt Dima let go of my ass and I felt a bit of disappointment. I wondered if he saw the 'put the hand back' in my eyes as I looked over at him in surprise. <<contentsShared>> <br><br> <<include "ACTI005 - TallinnNightOut_Fight">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> "This way, <<print $CC.name>>. Don't get distracted now." Pavel chuckled and lightly guided me by the arm. <<if $Stats.Skills["Perception"].value gt 3>><<set $Stats.Skills["Perception"].exp ++>>Wait. This wasn't the right way. Well...maybe they knew the city better than I did. I //was// drunk.<</if>> <br><br> I thought I could taste the salt water on the air, feeling the moisture in the air and hearing the lap of water. But our hostel wasn't by the water side. <br><br> Pavel suddenly was grabbing my arm and yelling out in what sounded like...Russian? His grip was firm and I was being yanked backwards, out of the street. It sounded like someone was spitting. All the guys were yelling. And then there was the unmistakable sound of gunfire -- Pavel was shooting -- and the tang of iron on the air. <br><br> I flattened myself against the wall, freaking out and thankful for the bulletproof armor of the alcohol as I watched the night-lit street explode in chaos. Dima was on the ground, groaning. I felt the plaster of the building next to me crumble and raining on my head. <br><br> And then Pavel was coming back at me -- fast. Grabbing for my arm. An impact happened right beside my head, the plasterwork exploding and caused him to duck away and back towards the water, firing pot-shots that made me jerk every time. <br><br> She melted out of the darkness: the woman from the street. Ms. Mistaken Identity. She was stepping over to Artyom, who had also been dropped. Summarily pulled the trigger twice as she stood over him, then to Oleg, the same. Then back towards me. Was I about to die? Like a crab, I began to try and drag myself away, my heels not able to catch at the street stones. <br><br> Dima groaning, stopped after she finished him off. Then, making eye contact with me, she reached out a hand and I jerked back, turning my head and closing my eyes. Then I realized it was //not// the gun hand. "Come with me. Now." It was gentle, yet impossible to argue with. <br><br> I scrambled along with her, my heels clicking rapidly against the cobbles as I looked back at the devastation in her wake. <br><br> Then the pistol in her hand. She carried it with a cool confidence that scared me: when had it appeared, //where// had it come from, and why was I only just now realizing that this woman had a fucking gun in her hand. And had killed those guys. <br><br><br> "What--" <br><br> "The fuck, right?" She chuckled and shook her head as if we were sharing this moment as comrades. As if we had both just been tools of violence. "You look //so// much like her. You're her daughter, yes?" <br><br> I didn't know how to respond. Unnerved and about to just devolve into a flood of tears. In less than five seconds, the thought of my mother -- and her disappearance -- had been thrust into my consciousness, shattering what would have been a fun night and then carnage and death. And now we were running. Why was I going with her? Was she about to kill me? <br><br> We were in a car. She thrust the pistol between her thighs, sticking up like a dildo as she pulled off into the narrow streets. "They had no idea who you were, I don't think." <br><br> "And you //do//?" I coughed out, the wetness battling in my eyes was thick in my throat. <br><br><br> She reached over, kindly, brushing my cheek and tucking some hair behind one of my ears, "I knew Elle. We worked together. I owe her this. Now. Where to send you. It's not safe here." She laughed as if it were another joking matter, "[[Clearly|ACTI005 - LeavingTallinn]]." <</nobr>><<nobr>> We were heading to the airport. I hadn't even been here eight hours but Dominika wouldn't hear anything else, "I'll get your things and send them after you." <br><br> "How?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized how ridiculous they were. If she had just taken on those guys, she would be able to find a way into my room at a fucking hostel. <br><br> "You //cannot// stay here. What you just witnessed was a small proxy fight. Ukraine isn't just in Ukraine. And those weren't Estonians." <br><br> "You sound just like them." <br><br> She shrugged, "Many roads lead to Rome." <br><br> "Isn't it //all//?" <br><br> "Your road was about to be in a container ship on the way back to the Motherland. You might have even ended up at a Sparrow school like I did. Unwilling, but they'd break you, of course." <br><br> "How are you so--" <br><br> "Sounds better than a sex slave, right? That was the other possibility. Young American girl on her own here? Perfect target. I have no idea when they decided on you, but I'm glad I ran into you. And that I knew you." There was a wave of sadness that seeped through her calm demeanor. I wondered if it spoke to other situations where she hadn't stepped in. Or wished she had. <br><br><br> The car ride was quiet and then, "Sparrow school? Wait." She laughed. <br><br> "You'd think they'd do a bit more to protect me, don't you." She sighed and looked over at me, the airport coming into view, "Your mother was the American version of me, honestly. Or the Sparrows. We had a joke back at school. Before I..." <br><br> "Turned?" <br><br> She nodded, "When the Americans tried to copy our training we were belittling them. There's an American version of the same kind of bird: swallows. Which has its own humor to it." A flash of dirty joke flickered through her eyes. <br><br> "Red sparrows and--" <br><br> "Blue Swallows. Yeah." <br><br> "Fuck. You're serious." She nodded. "So, she..." <br><br> "Honey. Whether its business, life, love, we have something that men do not. And if we try and ignore that -- well, we better be fucking incredible at whatever it is we're doing, because we're only harming ourselves." <br><br> "Well, you seem fucking incredible." <br><br> "Thank you. I had the drop on them and they're preying on the weak." That hurt, but whether or not she had meant it, she was right. <br><br><br> We were in the parking garage and getting out of the car. I wondered if she was confident that no one was following us, that we were safe, or if those checks and considerations were so subconscious that they didn't even seem to be happening. She was on her phone as we walked towards the familiar terminal. We looked so different -- //were// so different -- me in my going-out dress and her in just normal everyday wear. She should be the one leaving on a flight, not me. <br><br> "Oh. //Oh//. Honey. Did come here...for her?" She looked up from her phone, her countenance far more human. Caring. Maternal? <br><br> <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>> "No. Why. Is she here?" <br><br> She gave my bare shoulder a squeeze, "Not for a long time. Just lucky, then. Very lucky. I hope you keep that luck going." <br><br> <<else>> I didn't respond, but she could __absolutely__ read me. She gave my bare shoulder a squeeze, "Hasn't been here a long time. Wow. You are her daughter. How'd you know to come here? Keep that up, okay?" <br><br> <</if>> "Why. America is just--" I cut myself off as I saw her at the kiosk. Manila. Philippines. A chill ran down my spine. Memories came to the forefront. I got real quiet and didn't say a thing, I think, until I got on the plane. <br><br> "I'm not sure what happens from here, but these are my instructions." She handed me the flimsy paper ticket. She leaned in and hugged me. The person that she had become, the intrusion into my personal space made me tense: she was a killer. A real spy. And then my eyes were wet. So was my mom. //This// was her. In a way. <br><br> As she broke the hug and squeezed my arms again, leaning in close for her last words, "Thank you for showing up. Now I know." And she kissed my forehead. My mom hadn't done that before, but it felt like it was her version of the same thing. <br><br><br> I made my way to my flight: across the world to some island nation. I wondered if she also had a daughter some place, if there was a carbon copy of me in her [[life|ACTI003 - Manila Arrival]]. <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> The cramping on the plane was awful and I got well acquainted with the plane bathroom, but everything seemed to have settled by the time we landed in Thailand. <br><br> <</if>> I was fucking //exhausted//. It's incredible to me how simply sitting, watching some movies, listening to music, reading a magazine or a book -- all could just knock you flat on your ass. I slept what I could, and maybe that was my mistake. <br><br> My eyes were bleary as we fell into our approach. The immigration cards were passed out for easy entry and I began to fill mine out as we bounced onto the tarmac, finally arriving in Bangkok. An unbidden thought popped into my head: something about this trip made me feel like it took six years to get to this place. Hyperbole, I know, but that's what it felt like...a destination far too long in the arrival. <br><br> <<image framed "bangkok.airplane.png">> Yawning, I deplaned with the masses -- all scrabbling to get off the aluminum cigarette faster than anyone else. I was jostled and bumped, but I didn't care. I didn't really have anywhere to go besides where I was. I was...here. And...now what. <br><br> Pulling out my phone, I went to sign into the WiFi so I could plan my next steps...and saw a notification from my provider that there was no service. <<linkexpand "Fuck.">> Fuck. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value is 0>> And that must have been the straw. Suddenly, I found myself in the bathroom, bawling my eyes out into my palms, hunched in a stall. The insanity of all of this hit me like a ton of bricks and I was //freaking// ''out''. It was probably a good fifteen minutes of irrational thought -- grab a return ''now''; I was going to die; sex slavery; I'd never see home again -- and then, I think my emotional batteries were simply drained. No more tears came, so I was able to get myself together with some semblance of resolve and clean up. Nothing to do but soldier on, I guess. <br><br><br> <</if>> I hadn't thought of changing my cell plan before leaving -- it's incredible what you forget when you're rushing these giant life choices. <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> Luckily, I had an extra phone on-hand that was more ready to accept a new provider, cash for time, so my burner became my main cell. <<else>> Moving through the Terminal I couldn't find anything beyond a Duty Free. I'd have to figure something out sooner rather than later, but who was I trying to call anyway? <</if>> <br><br> Finding my footing again, I headed towards immigration, following the dual English and Thai signs to the scary looking immigration line. Despite the paper card, pre-filled out and designed to expedite the process, this was going to take a while. Maybe I had a precog moment and //this// is what was going to take six years. All of these people wanting to arrive in Bangkok and held back by the claws of progress. There had to be a more efficient way. Maybe more staff? <br><br> Maybe I was just really tired. And angry. <br><br> As I finally approached the immigration officer with his hard stare, I wondered if spies did this. If my mom had followed these very steps, or if they had like a back door way into their 'ops'. <br><br> It did afford me time on the WiFi to source a cheap hostel across town. Six miles. Ugh. <br><br> He asked a few questions in broken English and accepted the reasoning of me being here as Tourism. I mean, it was, essentially. Why wouldn't he accept it. Why would an American be here anyway. Business maybe. <br><br> That annoying step done, I was glad to have just brought the roller bag so I skipped the wait at baggage claim and headed to ground transportation, where the cars and travelers all seemed to be watched over by statues of Hindu gods and monsters. <br><br> Dropping down a level to avoid the expensive rip-off 'private taxis,' I was slapped in the face by the heat and humidity. It was massively built up and bustling. It lined up with the concept I had of the place. Bangkok. <br><br> The transport options weren't very appealing, but it seemed the accepted, common way was the motorcycle taxi. And it was cheap. One nodded me over and he helped me latch my bag onto the 'luggage rack' and bungee'd it on. <br><br> Climbing on the back of a motorbike, I pulled knees round some guy's hips, and it brought sexual tension to mind instinctively. And it I had to pull myself tight up against him: there was no way to hide between my thighs, so better it to be close to him than on display for everyone on the street. <br><br> No helmet, no pads, barely a word of 'ready' and he pulled into the frantic traffic, hands tight on the bar. <br><br> It was an absolute //rush//. We weaved between vehicles tangled in traffic, and I was absolutely white-knuckle by the time he hopped the curb and onto the sidewalk, dodging foot-traffic to avoid the ''actual'' traffic. <br><br> And despite his skill and knowledge, most of the travel was being stuck behind vehicles pouring out exhaust and making the heady heat feel oppressive. I started trying to will the lights green as I felt the sweat trickle down the small of my back and my inner thighs starting to stick to the seat and my driver. <br><br> Thankfully it was over before I asphyxiated, though I was certain my lungs were worse for the wear. Exciting and insane -- and that was the normal transpo around here...Bangkok really was a thrilling place, even if it came at a physical and mental cost. <br><br><br> I sighed, checking in with my internal organs as I grabbed my bag and he sped off, turning to face my hostel. It looked more like a small home rather than a motel or what I expected out of communal living. <br><br> Climbing the steps, I saw a little woman peek out and -- unencumbering herself of something else -- waved at me half-dismissively and half in welcome. It was confusing, but I put on a smile and continued my approach. "No. No! Wait there. My son." Another confusing hand motion and she disappeared. I wondered what she was otherwise involved in, but I did stop right there, halfway up the approach. <br><br> A few moments later an adolescent came out, broadly smiling upon seeing me and speeding down the wooden staircase that felt dangerous. "Welcome!" He doesn't look any more capable of bringing the bag the rest of the way, but he was practically pulling my fingers from the handle, "American?" <br><br> I nodded, "Yeah, <<print $CC.name>>." I don't know why I felt compelled to tell him my name, but he seemed so keen and kind. "Thank you." <br><br> "This way -- lot of Westerners stay here." He looked in disbelief at the statement rather than disappointed or upset, "I hope to go some day." <br><br> "I'm sure you will." That short conversation later, we had arrived at my room. Well-maintained but definitely a hostel, complete with a shared bathroom and tiny room. "Thanks again." <br><br><br> "Of course! Enjoy your stay." Man, that smile never left his face. He disappeared and I began to [[unpack|ACTI003 - MeetKate]], one hand preoccupied with fanning air over my sweaty face. <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> I had taken a breather, hands on my hips and trying to stand as still as I could, hoping that would let me cool off, dry a bit when a British lilt came from behind me, "Crushing heat, innit?" <br><br> Must have been one of the Westerners that kid had been talking about. I turned, smiling and waving both hands in front of my face, feeling the moisture on my face unwilling to be evaporated, "That's one way to put it." <br><br> A 'can I come in?' look and I quickly nodded, waving her in. She was //gorgeous//. Chestnut and curly hair that fell to her shoulders, striking emerald eyes and dimensions that defied belief. Was modeling an industry here, because she ''had'' to be a model. "Kate." She smiled affably and extended her hand. <br><br> Shaking it and returning the introduction, I noticed that she looked __tired__. Though her appearance was youthful and energetic, tight and appealing, there was something in her eyes -- in her soul -- that felt worn and...milked? "You okay?" <br><br> She laughed, eyes flashing in surprise and scrambling for a response, "Late night. They're //all// late nights. So, you just got in?" <br><br> "Yeah. And seriously reconsidering the choice to come here. Does it get any better than this?" <br><br> "At night." With a smile and a shrug she motioned towards my bag and I was a bit shocked, but welcomed the help as we put away my things. She'd been here for a number a months, maybe a year -- she avoided specificity about much -- and despite the way she talked about where she worked, I could tell she was not happy about it. <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>>I avoided the real reason why I was here. She'd probably think the whole 'searching for my spy mom' was a bullshit story...and what would I gain from mentioning it?<<else>>I let her know that I just came here for some fun. To get away. Like throwing a dart at the dartboard.<</if>> <br><br> "So you're //not// a model?" I looked stunned. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> "I was about to ask you the same thing." She laughed, considering my appearance again. <<else>> "They would probably call us that, like at Abercrombie, but...no. Not a model" <</if>> We had moved out of the room and into the communal area, while in the sun, was easier to tolerate because of the air flow. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills["Perception"].value gt 1>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Perception"].exp ++>> I noticed the boy was watching us from one of the windows in the main house. <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Perception"].exp ++>> Kate pointed out the boy watching us from one of the windows in the main house. <</if>> "He's a perv. But he's harmless. You'll get used to it." And I tried to ignore him continually peeking at us as we discussed her backpacking from Cambodia and getting here and finding the job at a topless bar that sounded more like a brothel than anything else. She didn't seem happy about the situation at all, but also didn't seem concerned -- immediately dismissing future stops on her backpacking in South-east Asia as well as moving on from her 'employment'. It felt like there was more of a story there, some thing or person that was keeping her stuck. <br><br> "Speaking of...I need to get ready. And you're free to join, though I'm not going to recommend it. I'm //also// not going to recommend heading out on your own. You could meet up with me after work?" <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI004 - HardCockCafe]]>> Join him now. <<path [[ACTI004 - LateNightBangkok]]>> Meet up after work. <</crossroads>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Risky"].exp ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Excitable"].exp ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Investigation"].exp ++>> I was curious about this job she had -- I wasn't trying to work there -- and I was glad to have a friend. Might as well accompany her and I could protect her a little? The idea was silly in retrospect, but I could read between the lines. She had mentioned it was crawling with men (and why wouldn't it be, given it being a topless club), so I didn't want to be a target, so I just wore what I was wearing. I wasn't going //out//. <br><br> There was a lightness to her step on our way out from the hostel. She was really enjoying having me around. Something different from her typical day to day. She flipped off the garish, neon sign above the club and for good reason. It was a woman giving a 'guitar neck' a lick in a very, very suggestive way. Fuck, the //name// of the club was pornographic, I don't know why they bothered with the innuendo. <br><br> She gave me a quick peck on my cheek, "Be careful, kay?" And disappeared. <br><br><br> The place was crawling with men and women wearing practically nothing. It felt a little like one of those strip clubs in the States where they weren't legally allowed to go fully nude, but they were skirting the line as close as they could. There couldn't be rules like that here, why weren't all these women naked? The men were pawing at them, ogling them and in some cases stealing kisses from the girls that were serving them liquor. <br><br> Kate appeared back behind the bar, her bare and gorgeous tits on full display and highlighted with glitter. Within moments she was having a conversation -- a drink order probably -- and the guy was squeezing her tits as they talked. She acted as though it wasn't even happening. <br><br> I pushed my way through the testosterone and dropped into a stool at the bar, hoping that I'd be an oasis among the raging erections. <br><br> The drink order was taking //forever// and Kate made eye contact with me while the Thai man was working her nipple slowly. There was a shrug in her eyes and then they got big. Did that feel good? Hurt? My own nipples were hardening merely watching. <br><br><br> "Lookin' fer a job, missy?" came a thick Scottish brogue, almost as thick as the sticky heat of his breath in my ear. Oh, this is why she was reacting. <br><br> I turned, slowly, carefully, trying to decide between bitchy dismissiveness or kind and casual 'no'. "Excuse me?" I smiled pleasantly. It had to be her boss, or someone in some kind of position of power and I came here to make her life easier, not harder. <br><br><br> "Come with me." His thick hand grasped my wrist and he gave a little pull. <div id="cafe"> <<crossroads #cafe>> <<path>> Pull back. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Suggestible"].exp -->> <br><br> "Ex//cuse// me?" I pulled back, but he wasn't letting go. Then Kate was there, her hand around his. <br><br> "Hey, Connor. She's a friend of mine. Just got here." <br><br> "Perfect." His accent made the 'r' roll. His grin toothy and hungry. "What's yer name, dearie." There was a subtle battle happening around my wrist, fighting for my freedom. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. But she's right, not here for a job." And I tugged my hand free. His demeanor immediately changed and my hand removed, he found her wrist. He didn't respond, he looked through and past me like I wasn't there all of a sudden. And then he was dragging her: on either side of the bar it was like a child pulling along a doll carelessly, banging her against her side of the counter as he moved. And then they were gone into the crowd. <br><br> Fuck. I guess coming here was hurting more than helping. <br><br> "Yoo should be workin'." The man who had been ordering moments before, completely unaffected by what had just happened in front of him, was now hitting on me. His eyes devouring me with a bluntness I had rarely encountered. Yeah, maybe this hadn't been the smartest idea. <br><br> "Nope. And //yoo// should be walkin' away." I mocked his accent. He didn't take kindly to it, but not being an employee I could see him immediately avoiding conflict. He took his beer and left me alone. <br><br><br> My eyes watched the exits, trying to ignore the lewd display on the stage where two too-young women were using dildos on each other to the cheers of the drunken male masses. Even over the din of the music and conversation, I could hear their fake, porn-like cries of 'pleasure'. I felt my stomach turn. I hoped Kate was okay. <br><br> I think my curt and quick denial of the Thai man had provided me at least a temporary shield. <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">>I imagined the blue barrier around me and wondered how long the timer would last.<</if>> On one hand, I was thankfully unaccosted, on the other I had no distractions to my anxiety about Connor and Kate. <br><br> And then, she was back. Her mascara was running. She was moving quickly and without affect. Her tits bounced with her rapid movement but not in a seductive way. She had a cigarette between her fingers and as soon as we made eye contact there was a 'come on' move of her head and I practically leapt off the stool to follow her. <br><br> In the back, by where they deposited the trash, she was taking a smoke break. She hadn't been crying, but tears had caused her running makeup. The cigarette between her lips, dragging deeply, she looked down and shook her head, wiping a streak of cum from her inner thigh and trying to flick it off her fingers, "Fuck." <br><br> "You okay? I'm so, so sorry." <br><br> "I don't know if I can do this anymore." Now there //were// tears in her eyes. <br><br> "That's kind of what I was asking back at the hostel." <br><br> "I __know__." She found a kitchen rag on one of the trashcans to clean her hand. Kinda. "I don't have a choice, <<print $CC.name>>. I ''have'' to do this." She pulled out her phone, talking with the cigarette bouncing up and down between her lips that had been working on Connor just a few minutes before. She began texting, her bare chest shuddering as she fought the sobs. <br><br> Stepping over, I pulled her tight. Some people say crisis can make fast friends and I wondered if this is what they meant, feeling her naked body press against me, the glitter glue coming off on my skin, smelling the scent of semen somewhere on or in her. My eyes considered the furiously tapping fingers as she worked out some sort of...coded message?...on her Signal app. "Who's that." <br><br> She laughed, giving me another kiss on my cheek and offering me a drag of the cigarette. In solidarity, I took a pull and held onto the cig while I waited for her to say what I could tell she wanted to. A big sigh, she looked around, "This is going to sound //crazy//. I'm a fucking spy." <br><br> I think she expected a laugh. Disbelief. Probably the reverse of my thoughts earlier in the day. Instead, the cigarette dropped from my fingers and I pulled away from her. <br><br> Her eyes searched mine, confused and worried all at once, "I...didn't mean to offend you." <br><br> "You didn't." I looked down at the refuse piled around the garbage cans, then stamped out the cig, "Since we're...being honest..." She nodded quickly, sparkling breasts jiggling -- how was she so comfortable right now? -- to ensure me it was a safe space, out there by tomorrow's trash pickup. "So is my mom? And she like...disappeared. Maybe here. I dunno. That's the whole thing about spies, no one else knows, do they?" It was my turn to be battling the sobs. <br><br> It was her turn to be stunned, pulling me close. <<if $CC.sexuality == -1>>I had never been this close to a nearly naked woman and been less aroused, such a beautiful body, clutching and pulling me closer to her pert chest that I doubted would fit in my hands.<</if>> "Really?" <br><br> Nodding, I fought for control, "Yeah, Elle. But who the fuck knows if that was her name." <br><br> "Okay. I'm ditching tonight. We're going to figure this out. You and me. Let's say I know a guy." She started tapping into her Signal app again as my breathing came back to normal. She was placid now, as if I had sucked out her upset into myself and now I had let it out. <br><br><br> She brought me around out front, not willing to subject me to the profane club again and met me a few moments later, hot shorts and a T-shirt on. "Connor seems pleased enough tonight, he didn't seem to mind. [[Come on|ACTI005 - Clark]]." <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 4 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3>> Go with him. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't suggestible or easy enough. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Suggestible"].exp ++>> <br><br> Kate was there all of a sudden, her hand around his wrist. <br><br> "Hey, Connor. She's a friend of mine. Just got here." <br><br> "Perfect." His accent made the 'r' roll. His grin toothy and hungry. "What's yer name, dearie." There was a subtle battle happening around my wrist, fighting for my freedom. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. It's okay, Kate." I shrugged and let him guide me off the stool. I wasn't going to rock the boat at her place of employment, and who knows. Might need a job. <br><br> "Kate's good, but canna be a //bit// feisty. Are ye feisty?" Somehow his voice carried through the din as we moved through the crowd and towards the back of the building. We moved down a hallway, "Looks like not. And lucky you, Kate came in the normal way, not the VIP treatment you're gettin'." He punched in a code at the door and we were in a small back room, a black couch <<if visited("HS002 - CastingSeed")>>, that immediately sent shivers up my spine,<</if>> and a desk. He sat on the edge of it. <br><br> There was no menace or threat in his posture or attitude, but his size and role at the 'cafe' held all the power he needed. He looked me over as I sat on the couch, indicated by his orientation on the desk. His eyes dipped between my thighs. <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 2 >> Ha. Perv. Not a chance. I was ready and he caught nothing between my legs. <<else>> Fuck. He caught me unprepared and he got a full-on view between my thighs. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>He grinned ear to ear, "Well, well, well. What a pretty pussy you got." <<else>>He smiled and nod, "Cute."<</if>> <</if>> <br><br> "So. This...is an interview?" <br><br> "We'll see. Get yer kit off." I didn't understand the words, but I understood the meaning. <br><br> /* TODO crossroads + flow + separate div */ "<<link "No">><<replace "#cafe" t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Confident"].exp ++>> He looked shocked, but I soldiered on, not missing a beat, "That's your interview? Get naked?" <br><br> "Have you looked around, you little bitch? Every piece of ass here is naked. That's the __idea__." <br><br> "Can't get pussy any other way?" I had probably pushed this a bit too far. Suddenly he was on me, hand grabbing me by the hair and yanking me up from the couch. <br><br> I was shoved against the door with a rough <<shake 2s>>THUD<</shake>>. "Get the fuck outta my club." My head <<shake 2s>>hit<</shake>> the door again. I couldn't help but yelp and with that he relented with a deep, guttural chuckle. The door was open and he shoved me out into the hall, "You just made yer friend's life here much, much harder." His tongue trilled on the each 'r' with relish. <br><br> My brain a bit scrambled, I tentatively touched the sensitive places on my face to make sure he hadn't cause any bleeding. Maybe some bruising. I wobbled my way back out to the club, my head starting to throb in time with the music. <br><br> Kate saw me and practically leapt over the bar, motioning 'smoke' off to someone else I couldn't see and she was bringing back the way I came. But not to Connor's office. Instead, she deposited us behind the club. "You okay?" I saw the overflowing trash bins. <br><br> Stepping over, I pulled her tight. Some people say crisis can make fast friends and I wondered if this is what they meant, feeling her naked body press against me, the glitter glue coming off on my skin, smelling the scent of sweat and booze somewhere on her. <br><br> "I'm so, so sorry. //Fuck// Connor." It was weird to be in this place and having two Brits at odds with each other, over me. She pulled out a cigarette and lit up, "That shit he did? I //told// you not to come tonight. Sorry. Sorry. This isn't on you." She sighed, breathing out the smoke as I clutched at her. <br><br> "You were right." <br><br> "//I// don't know how much more of this shit I can take." She had pulled a phone out of...where had she even kept it. Cradling me in the nook of her arm, she began tapping at her screen with one hand while she pulled at the cigarette again. I felt the heat nearly burn at my skin as she breathed out and gave me a peck on the cheek, "Shouldn't have let you go back. God. There's gotta be another way." <br><br> My eyes considered the furiously tapping fingers as she worked out some sort of...coded message?...on her Signal app. "Who's that." <br><br> She laughed, giving me another kiss on my cheek and offering me a drag of the cigarette. In solidarity, I took a pull and held onto the cig while I waited for her to say what I could tell she wanted to. A big sigh, she looked around, "This is going to sound //crazy//. I'm a fucking spy." <br><br> I think she expected a laugh. Disbelief. Probably the reverse of my thoughts earlier in the day. Instead, the cigarette dropped from my fingers and I pulled away from her. <br><br> Her eyes searched mine, confused and worried all at once, "I...didn't mean to offend you." <br><br> "You didn't." I looked down at the refuse piled around the garbage cans, then stamped out the cig, "Since we're...being honest..." She nodded quickly, sparkling breasts jiggling -- how was she so comfortable right now? -- to ensure me it was a safe space, out there by tomorrow's trash pickup. "So is my mom? And she like...disappeared. Maybe here. I dunno. That's the whole thing about spies, no one else knows, do they?" It was my turn to be battling the sobs. <br><br> It was her turn to be stunned, pulling me close. <<if $CC.sexuality == -1>>I had never been this close to a nearly naked woman and been less aroused, such a beautiful body, clutching and pulling me closer to her pert chest that I doubted would fit in my hands.<</if>> "Really?" <br><br> Nodding, I fought for control, "Yeah, Elle. But who the fuck knows if that was her name." <br><br> "Okay. I'm ditching tonight. We're going to figure this out. You and me. Let's say I know a guy." She started tapping into her Signal app again as my breathing came back to normal. She was focused now, as if what I had said dramatically changed things. <br><br><br> She brought me around out front, not willing to subject me to the profane club again and met me a few moments later, hot shorts and a T-shirt on. "Connor seems pleased enough tonight, he didn't seem to mind. [[Come on|ACTI005 - Clark]]." <</replace>><</link>>." <br> "<<link "Kay">> <<replace "#cafe" t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Easy"].exp ++>> I stood up and started to take my clothes <<linkexpand "off.">> <<outfit naked>> off. They came off easily, practiced, piece by piece and collected onto the floor in front of the couch. I turned slowly, showing off my body to him and watching the way he checked my naked form out with as much practice as I had revealing it to him. <br><br><br> "You //certainly// aren't feisty. I //like// girls like you." He smiled, his hand dropping to unbuckle his pants and motioning me over. //Fuck//. Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. I felt the sensation of how closed the door was. I dropped to my knees, wondering how many other girls had been in this position with him before. Dozens. Hundreds? His member fell out unimpressively and limp, "Show me what you've got." <br><br><br> My lips met the softness of his cock and wrapped around it. He gripped one of his strong hands in my hair and pulled, urging my <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes up to greet his dispassionate face. I began to suck. Thankfully there wasn't too much length so I didn't have to fight the gag. He smelled a bit like semen, so I didn't have to wonder if this was his first encounter of the evening. Shit...how often did he get some here? <br><br> It took some effort, further speaking to his refractory period, but the rigidity and pulsing of his hardness soon filled my mouth. He gave mostly gentle tugs at my hair as he guided my rhythm and depth. I wondered how often Kate had been in this position and I felt bad for her. This is how these girls got their jobs and kept their jobs. And what option did they have? "Yer nae bad there, missy. But I think yer gunna need a little help. Nae your fault. And you don't work here, so you don't git the full Connor treatment." I think that was a good thing. <br><br> He gripped tightly in my hair and grabbed his cock in his fist, holding my head cocked back and he began jerking off with the head of his cock in my mouth. I held still and looked up at him, watching him grunt and lose the focus in his eyes. Had he seen so much naked female body that I wasn't doing it for him? Not enough of a trigger? I sucked down at the portion of cock in my mouth, encouraging him. And then it came. <br><br> An extra firm pull at my hair and I felt the pumping of his cock, the spread of thick bleachy cum spewing over my tongue and to the back of my mouth. The angle he was holding my head had me instinctively swallowing. He grunted deeply, a shuddering pull at my head a few more times as he pushed me over the length of his cock as he milked the last bits out and then pushed my head back, letting his cock lay across my face, "Good job. Nae...git out." <br><br><br> He didn't have to ask me twice. I wiped my eyes and the streak of semen from my face as I quickly put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on.">> <<outfit default>> on. I stumbled out of his office not sure if I had gotten a job or just done a good interview...or whatever had just happened. Maybe just an act of domination over Kate. <br><br> Kate saw me and practically leapt over the bar, motioning 'smoke' off to someone else I couldn't see and she was bringing back the way I came. But not to Connor's office. Instead, she deposited us behind the club. "You okay?" I saw the overflowing trash bins. <br><br> Stepping over, I pulled her tight. Some people say crisis can make fast friends and I wondered if this is what they meant, feeling her naked body press against me, the glitter glue coming off on my skin, smelling the scent of sweat and booze somewhere on her. <br><br> "I'm so, so sorry. //Fuck// Connor." It was weird to be in this place and having two Brits at odds with each other, over me. She pulled out a cigarette and lit up, "That shit he did? I //told// you not to come tonight. Sorry. Sorry. This isn't on you." She sighed, breathing out the smoke as I clutched at her. <br><br> "You were right." <br><br> "//I// don't know how much more of this shit I can take." She had pulled a phone out of...where had she even kept it. Cradling me in the nook of her arm, she began tapping at her screen with one hand while she pulled at the cigarette again. I felt the heat nearly burn at my skin as she breathed out and gave me a peck on the cheek, "Shouldn't have let you go back. God. There's gotta be another way." <br><br> My eyes considered the furiously tapping fingers as she worked out some sort of...coded message?...on her Signal app. "Who's that." <br><br> She laughed, giving me another kiss on my cheek and offering me a drag of the cigarette. In solidarity, I took a pull and held onto the cig while I waited for her to say what I could tell she wanted to. A big sigh, she looked around, "This is going to sound //crazy//. I'm a fucking spy." <br><br> I think she expected a laugh. Disbelief. Probably the reverse of my thoughts earlier in the day. Instead, the cigarette dropped from my fingers and I pulled away from her. <br><br> Her eyes searched mine, confused and worried all at once, "I...didn't mean to offend you." <br><br> "You didn't." I looked down at the refuse piled around the garbage cans, then stamped out the cig, "Since we're...being honest..." She nodded quickly, sparkling breasts jiggling -- how was she so comfortable right now? -- to ensure me it was a safe space, out there by tomorrow's trash pickup. "So is my mom? And she like...disappeared. Maybe here. I dunno. That's the whole thing about spies, no one else knows, do they?" It was my turn to be battling the sobs. <br><br> It was her turn to be stunned, pulling me close. <<if $CC.sexuality == -1>>I had never been this close to a nearly naked woman and been less aroused, such a beautiful body, clutching and pulling me closer to her pert chest that I doubted would fit in my hands.<</if>> "Really?" <br><br> Nodding, I fought for control, "Yeah, Elle. But who the fuck knows if that was her name." <br><br> "Okay. I'm ditching tonight. We're going to figure this out. You and me. Let's say I know a guy." She started tapping into her Signal app again as my breathing came back to normal. She was focused now, as if what I had said dramatically changed things. <br><br><br> She brought me around out front, not willing to subject me to the profane club again and met me a few moments later, hot shorts and a T-shirt on. "Connor seems pleased enough tonight, he didn't seem to mind. [[Come on|ACTI005 - Clark]]." <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>> <</link>>." <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].exp ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Sophisticated"].exp ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Social"].exp ++>> I took her warning at face value. It didn't sound like a safe place for women and if she worked there, I wasn't sure if it wouldn't be more dangerous for someone who didn't work there. We said our goodbyes as she headed out in her hot shorts and tight shirt, the boy watching from his vantage point. It felt great, but also confusing to get a 'my girl' hug from her. We had found an easy kinship so quickly, faster than I had with other women in my life. But I wasn't about to argue with it. Thrilling as it was, Bangkok clearly was a lonely place too. <br><br> I spent some time on the spotty WiFi, checking out the city and planning what my first steps would be tomorrow while I waited for Kate's shift to wrap up. I checked out the 'cafe' that she worked at and saw how the online version left a lot unsaid, very implied and the shots tastefully made sure that you //knew// the women were essentially naked, but you couldn't actually see their bodies. <br><br> "Friend with Kate?" The boy was back. He had a broom in hand and was cleaning the open-air courtyard that didn't really need it. <br><br> "Never met her before, actually." I shifted, making sure I wasn't flashing anything up my skirt. "But yeah, she's nice." <br><br> "She's...very popular." <br><br> "With you as well?" Immediately he blushed, turning to work on some 'spot' with his back to me. "I didn't mean any offense. She is very pretty." <br><br> "Yes. Very nice too. Too nice with these men, though." I wasn't sure exactly what to say to that. I understood the implication and could feel the jealousy and upset under the surface. <br><br> "All you can do is be there for her, okay? If she needs help, then try and do what you can. But until then, just be a friend." I felt a little pang inside as I realized I hadn't been in my choice of the afternoon, sitting here, safe and sound while she was beating off men. Okay, that's unacceptable. Might have been true, but wasn't my meaning. <br><br> His dark eyes met mine and he nodded, "Okay." And he found his sweeping took him out of the vicinity, leaving me to my devices. I decided to take my own advice and get over myself, heading out of the hostel and finding my way to the club a little early. <br><br><br> I couldn't miss the place. A garish, neon sign above the club making sure everyone around knew it was there and what happened inside. It was a woman giving a 'guitar neck' a lick in a very, very suggestive way. Fuck, the //name// of the club was pornographic, I don't know why they bothered with the innuendo. Finding a spot out of sight of the overt misogyny, I shot her a text. And then realized how silly that was -- where would she even have the phone until she was on her way out. <br><br><br> /* MIRA TODO : Phone Here */ But then I got a buzz, "On my way out. Ur early." And then a smiley face. She was wearing the same as she left in, but now shone with glitter and looked exhausted...and a bit drunk. In tow were two other girls, "Meet Zoe and Amanda." I smiled and nodded, waving to them as they eyed me over curiously. <br><br> "Hey, <<print $CC.name>>." Trying to ignore their inspection and lean into Kate's warmth, "So, where we headed?" <br><br> "A fave of ours, just around the corner." Amanda smiled and led the way, sauntering in front of us in a 'I'm hotter than you' kind of way. <br><br> It was a small little bar, and the girls got a cheer when they walked in. The patrons because they were mostly men, the bartenders because I'm sure they brought in more money simply by being here. The three girls in their hot shorts dropped into stools that were vacated for them and I found a niche between Kate and Zoe. "Shots?" Kate smirked over at me, then the other two. "And //you// need to catch up." <br><br> Well, she seemed pretty okay after the night's work. I guess I hadn't abandoned her. She could handle herself. The bartender poured out four shots of tequila, thinking the request had been for us all to do one. And then with a mischievous smile, Kate slid an arm around all four of them and pulled them my way. Oh fuck. Could I handle myself? I laughed, looking to someone to save me, but they mimicked her smile. "Start drinkin', bitch. I'm thirsty." <br><br> So I did the shots. I was coughing. I was holding back a retch or two, but I pounded them as quickly as I could to the cheers that grew from Kate to include even Amanda on number four. And, of course, five was on its way as now the other girls got to take their first one. And it was a round. <br><br> Fuck. I don't think I had gotten a buzz that fast in my life. This was dangerous. These girls partied hard and came by it honestly. Of course they'd drown all of the rest of this bullshit out with alcohol. <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == -1>> Fuck. Yeah, this //was// dangerous, because Kate was gorgeous and all I could think about was how much skin I could see and how I wanted to see more. <div id="lesbo"> <<crossroads #lesbo>> <<path>> But...did I risk the bond and friendship in this scary place and maybe ruin it? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Risky"].exp ++>> <<addBody Kate F "Kate in Bangkok">> <br><br> Yeah, I could use the excuse of the alcohol, if anything went wrong. I leaned into the joy of the high and the closeness with the women -- Amanda and Zoe opened up once they got a couple shots in them. <br><br> I was the most dressed out of them, so I wasn't the target of much of the attention from the guys in the bar, and I watched with amazement at how they were able to diffuse each situation as it cropped up. But overall, they were relatively pleasant and allowed us to do our thing. It felt comfortable and easy...and like I was back at home. Yeah, maybe being here in Bangkok could be fine with this crew. While I figured things out, while I decided what was next. Plus, she was to-die-for. <br><br> I staved off too many more drinks, feeling the rest enough for anyone. Zoe and Amanda headed off to the bathroom for a moment for some extra 'party' and I gave Kate a little pull, fingers intertwining with hers, "Come on." <br><br> She let me drag her along, but gave me a firm look, "Not down for lines tonight. You can do some if you want." <br><br> "Whatever. Girls go to the bathroom together, right?" And she relented fully. We watched the other two stumble into a shitty stall and giggle as they banged around in the small confines, trying to finagle their noses to some powder. <br><br> As soon as the door swung mostly closed, I grabbed Kate and pulled her again. This time firmly and with a very different purpose. Her hands came up wardingly, but softened a bit as our mouths met. I could taste the strawberry of her lip gloss. That was nice. <br><br> Her hand found my hair and started to stroke through it -- she was not adverse to my plan, it seemed -- and our tongues began to work against each other. Even the taste of tequila in her mouth was nice. I grabbed her close, pulling her against me in need. <br><br> I knew we didn't have long and I had been holding back, restraining myself to the point of nearly driving myself crazy, so I started to drop down. My mouth didn't want to leave hers, but still I was lowering myself onto the sticky bathroom tile. Our mouths stayed together until they couldn't anymore. My fingers found the edges of her hot shorts and pulled down, hooking under the thong she had been wearing for work and peeling it down with them. The smell of her crotch was pungent: the scent of someone who had been turned on and turned on and turned on, her pussy was crying out for the attention I was ready to give. The sweat and other scents from her work? I could ignore. <br><br> I dived in without a second thought, the bridge of my nose against her freshly manicured mound, taking a deep breath as I got a lung full of air, my tongue snaking out now to get between her other lips. The strawberry of her lip gloss met the tang of her glossed pussy. I heard her whimper happily and I looked up, watching her sea-green eyes flutter and head lift up from watching me as she leaned back against the sink. <br><br> "You alright out there?" Came a giggle from within the stall. I ignored them, grabbing at her firm and succulent asscheeks, pulling her crotch against my face. My tongue flickered, digging for her clit, finding it swollen and as needy as I was. Thankfully I wasn't getting a mouthful of semen in the process, only just now realizing that //could// have been happening. <br><br> She clutched at my head, biting down on her lower lip as she tried to keep still and quiet, but I felt her thighs quivering as I ate her out, feeling the heat of her arousal, the wetness of hours of her work, and the pulse of her erratic heartbeat. It wasn't going to take her long. "Fuck, is that all you brought?" Zoe was bitching and it looks like our time was at hand. <br><br> I wouldn't be getting mine, but I was determined to give her hers. She nodded, encouraging me and she lifted onto her tiptoes, tensing up as she neared climax, then started shuddering, fingertips grabbing at my scalp as her legs fought her ability to remain standing. I felt the pressure of her weight against my chin and nose as I had to help her remain upright. And then she was shoving me away quickly, panting hard as she reached down to pull her shorts up, barely making it in time before the flimsy door swung open again and the two girls rolled out with wide pupils. <br><br> "Ew. You're //sitting// in here? Gross. This is Bang. Kok. Wash that shit off, now." Amanda was gagging at the thought, seeing me half-squatting on the bathroom floor and thankfully not thinking anything else was happening. They weaved their way out of the bathroom as I took the advice and began to wash up. <br><br> Kate leaned over and squeezed me tight, "Fuck. Thank you. I've been dying all night." <br><br> "I could tell." I smiled, wiping my mouth and chin clean. I touched up my makeup as I watched the beautiful woman leaning onto my shoulder, getting back under control and holding me. "Gonna be weird living together?" <br><br> "No. Promise. Where did you come from...like why are you here?" She laughed, squeezing my shoulders as we got ready to make our way out to the bar. <br><br> "Honestly? This is going to sound fucking crazy..." She shrugged, so I continued, "My Mom's a spy, I freaked out and just...left." She froze. Well, maybe the alcohol had messed something up, just not the way I had intended. <br><br> "You...trying to find her?" <br><br> <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>> "Kind of. I guess." I didn't like the way the tequila was letting my emotions come to the surface easily, so I turned away. <<else>> "Not...really?" Somehow that had hit home a bit, like I should have been. I didn't like the way the tequila was letting my emotions come to the surface so easily, so I turned away. <</if>> <br><br> "Because...now //this// is going to sound even crazier." My turn to shrug, so she continued, "I kinda know a guy." When I just stared at her blankly, she pulled a phone out from under her shirt and began to tap furiously at the screen. I leaned in, watching her fingers work, "Who's that?" <br><br> "The guy. I got more to tell you, just...gimme a sec." We came back out of the bathroom, suddenly the passion and fun of the night had turned to focus and seriousness. <br><br> "Finally cleaned up?" Amanda laughed, making another dig at me. At least she was being kind and pleasant now, even with the attitude. <br><br> "Yeah, cleaned up and gonna head out. Sorry, but we're going to call it early. Okay?" Zoe rolled her eyes and Amanda grunted as she dropped back onto the stool. <br><br> "Whatever. Bye bitches." And Kate led me outside, into the streets of Bangkok. I hoped that the walk would help me sober up a bit. <br><br> We began to walk and she tucked the phone back under her shirt, "Kay, it's gonna be a //bit// of a walk." <br><br> "I think I need it...wait you said you had more to tell me?" <br><br> Without a second's thought, "I'm a spy, too," she smiled. <br><br> I stopped in the street, dead ass. "What." <br><br><br> She grinned bigger and waved me on, "Come on." Yeah, I definitely needed to [[sober up|ACTI005 - Clark]]. <<path>> Or just enjoy the closeness for the time being? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].exp ++>> <br><br> I just leaned into the joy of the high and the closeness with the women -- Amanda and Zoe opened up once they got a couple shots in them. <br><br> I was the most dressed out of them, so I wasn't the target of much of the attention from the guys in the bar, and I watched with amazement at how they were able to diffuse each situation as it cropped up. But overall, they were relatively pleasant and allowed us to do our thing. It felt comfortable and easy...and like I was back at home. Yeah, maybe being here in Bangkok could be fine with this crew. While I figured things out, while I decided what was next. Plus, she was to-die-for. <br><br> I staved off too many more drinks, feeling the rest enough for anyone. Zoe and Amanda headed off to the bathroom for a moment for some extra 'party' and I stuck back with Kate, dropping my head to her shoulder -- my head felt so heavy. She smelled of booze and sweat. I could feel some of the glitter sticking on my skin when I pulled away, "Wanna hear something //crazy//?" <br><br> "I was about to ask you the same thing." She ran her fingers through my hair. That felt nice. <br><br> "My mom. Is a spy. Like a fucking...//spy//." Her head jerked back and she pulled my chin slightly, making deep eye contact. Sober eye contact. She wasn't sober, no way. "What?" <br><br> "You're serious?" Fuck, was I too drunk? I was too drunk. <br><br> "Yeah...she like, disappeared. And this guy, my...Minder or something -- Nate -- says they don't know where she is, where she went. It's fucking scary." <br><br> "Yeah. It is." <br><br> "Like...is she alive? Is she like, undercover?" <br><br> Kate squeezed my arm, "She isn't. I can promise you that." <br><br> "How would you know?" <br><br> She laughed and gave me a peck on the cheek. I was a little shocked. That felt really nice. "I might be able to help. I know a guy." Her phone was out and she was furiously tapping on some chat app. <br><br> Zoe and Amanda came back, their laughter their vanguard. Kate smiled at them but was focused on her phone, "You guys. Missed out." Amanda squeezed Kate from behind. <br><br> "Well, we're gonna miss out on the rest. Sorry, but we're going to call it early. Okay?" Zoe rolled her eyes and Amanda grunted as she dropped back onto the stool. <br><br> "Whatever. Bye bitches." And Kate led me outside, into the streets of Bangkok. I hoped that the walk would help me sober up a bit. <br><br> "I'm a spy, too." She smiled. <br><br> I stopped in the street, dead ass. "What." <br><br><br> She grinned bigger and waved me on, "Come on." Yeah, I definitely needed to [[sober up|ACTI005 - Clark]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> I just leaned into the joy of the high and the closeness with the women -- Amanda and Zoe opened up once they got a couple shots in them. <br><br> I was the most dressed out of them, so I wasn't the target of much of the attention from the guys in the bar, and I watched with amazement at how they were able to diffuse each situation as it cropped up. But overall, they were relatively pleasant and allowed us to do our thing. It felt comfortable and easy...and like I was back at home. Yeah, maybe being here in Bangkok could be fine with this crew. While I figured things out, while I decided what was next. Plus, she was to-die-for. <br><br> I staved off too many more drinks, feeling the rest enough for anyone. Zoe and Amanda headed off to the bathroom for a moment for some extra 'party' and I stuck back with Kate, dropping my head to her shoulder -- my head felt so heavy. She smelled of booze and sweat. I could feel some of the glitter sticking on my skin when I pulled away, "Wanna hear something //crazy//?" <br><br> "I was about to ask you the same thing." She ran her fingers through my hair. That felt nice. <br><br> "My mom. Is a spy. Like a fucking...//spy//." Her head jerked back and she pulled my chin slightly, making deep eye contact. Sober eye contact. She wasn't sober, no way. "What?" <br><br> "You're serious?" Fuck, was I too drunk? I was too drunk. <br><br> "Yeah...she like, disappeared. And this guy, my...Minder or something -- Nate -- says they don't know where she is, where she went. It's fucking scary." <br><br> "Yeah. It is." <br><br> "Like...is she alive? Is she like, undercover?" <br><br> Kate squeezed my arm, "She isn't. I can promise you that." <br><br> "How would you know?" <br><br> She laughed and gave me a peck on the cheek. I was a little shocked. That felt really nice. "I might be able to help. I know a guy." Her phone was out and she was furiously tapping on some chat app. <br><br> Zoe and Amanda came back, their laughter their vanguard. Kate smiled at them but was focused on her phone, "You guys. Missed out." Amanda squeezed Kate from behind. <br><br> "Well, we're gonna miss out on the rest. Sorry, but we're going to call it early. Okay?" Zoe rolled her eyes and Amanda grunted as she dropped back onto the stool. <br><br> "Whatever. Bye bitches." And Kate led me outside, into the streets of Bangkok. I hoped that the walk would help me sober up a bit. <br><br> "I'm a spy, too." She smiled. <br><br> I stopped in the street, dead ass. "What." <br><br><br> She grinned bigger and waved me on, "Come on." Yeah, I definitely needed to [[sober up|ACTI005 - Clark]]. <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> "I'm //kinda// breaking protocol here. But that's kind of my thing, I think." Kate wasn't giving me much information on our way to...wherever we were going. It felt ridiculous, walking down the streets of Bangkok like two girls on a night out but instead of seeking out some password-protected bar in the underbelly of the city, we were going to make a clandestine meeting. She sparkled as she walked, getting cat-called about once a block with so much of her body on display but she shrugged it off as if it weren't even happening. <br><br> "So, uh. Who's this guy and why are we meeting him?" It came out as light and joking, but I was deadly serious. She looked back over her shoulder coyly and just smiled, "Hey, if you're already breaking protocol..." She just winked at me and went back to her phone and then suddenly taking a turn that didn't seem the way she had originally intended. We were weaving our way through the bustling downtown and surprisingly didn't stick out at all. Except that that we weren't Asian. That distinctly set us apart. The hazy air was filled with the smells of open food carts, the noise of scooters nearly hitting us, and tuk-tuks bell's dinging as warning before nearly taking people out. <br><br> And there he was. It had to be him. He was a thick and dark-haired white guy that couldn't catch a tan if his life depended on it. He stood in front of a cart, shoveling noodles into his mouth. "Alright," Kate started, coming up alongside him, "<<print $CC.name>>, this is--" <br><br> "Nuh-uh." A reprimand from a father figure and Kate was drawn up short. "I should not have to explain why that is not happening right now." He was American. "Normally you wouldn't even be seeing me. And this little lady would probably be on her first flight back, ending her backpacking trip." He was //not// happy. "But." A second bowl of noodles was ready and he offered it to Kate. She nodded and began to slurp it down. It seemed an easy and normal cadence for them: she disappointed him or came up short and he admonished her. And then they moved on, "I actually received an alert regarding __you__ today. Name Nate ring a bell?" He slurped a long noodle slowly, smiling as he watched the name register. <br><br> "What the fuck." <br><br> "No shit, really? You weren't kidding, were you. Sure ''you'' aren't the spy?" Kate laughed, far too flip about this. How had this followed me here? How had I run into an actual spy and //my// presence had been on their radar. And what the fuck was Kate doing 'undercover' at that 'cafe'? Nothing about this made sense and I could feel the emotion coming to the surface again. <br><br> "Hey, hey, hey. We're going to make this easy on you, okay? Answers will be forthcoming. I'm going to hand you something and you both will head back to your place, you'll pack and...well, that's all I know. A pleasure meeting you and best of luck." He leaned over and whispered something to Kate. <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Perception"].exp ++>> "More dangerous than DEVILFISH," was what I caught. And that didn't exactly settle my stomach. <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Perception"].exp ++>> Something about 'danger'. Which absolutely was not the part of the comments that I wanted to hear. <</if>> <br><br> A third bowl of noodles, it came with a napkin and in the napkin I felt something else. And then he paid the woman at the cart and turned, leaving. I was about to turn and head off myself when Kate touched my arm and smiled, downing some noodles. She could tell I didn't want to talk and I could tell we were supposed to stay here. <br><br> The noodles were spicy, thick and oily. But they tasted good and gave some weight to my stomach that slowed the somersaults. I didn't finish my bowl, but was given an opening to leave when Kate finished hers. She hooked her arm through mine and leaned her head on my shoulder, "Let's go home." <br><br><br> I looked at the napkin, which contained a ticket to Manila. Well, that had me immediately bent over in the gutter, about to spew the dinner. Kate was rubbing my back. It was like a really bad night going out. I just pictured Kate and I in a bathroom, her holding my hair back as I threw up everything that was setting me off. Instead of jello shots or jungle juice, it was my mother and moments from my childhood. <br><br> Shaking my head, I stood up and started to crumple the ticket, "No, no no...not going to do that." She laughed, prying it from me, "I'll take care of that for the time being, okay?" And we were moving through the crowded streets again, neon and headlights illuminating us, "So, who's this Nate guy?" She said it like he was a crush. I glared at her. <br><br> "My...//minder//?" Vitriol on both syllables. <br><br> "Oh. Wow, so you know more about this than I thought." <br><br> "Yeah. Recently picked all this up." <br><br> "He's mine." Meaning the dark-haired attractive American that had just sent me to the last place I wanted to be on Earth. Which is, of course, where she would be. <br><br> "But //I'm// not a fucking spy." <br><br> "Neither was I? Until very recently." <br><br> "Fine. Whatever. Well, since we've got so, so much in common. What was he telling you?" <br><br> "Eh, I might be a bit AWOL from time to time, but let's just say that I have a target I'm working on. So was your Mom. That's all I really know, except that it's important that you get here," She waved the wrinkled airline ticket. <br><br> We didn't say much more and just like a few hours before, she helped me in my room, packing this time. <br><br><br> And then I was alone. I didn't sleep much and left early. I didn't see the kid again, but I wasn't looking. I was focused on the next step: further east. To [[Manila|ACTI003 - Manila Arrival]]. <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $ACTI.knowledge = []>> <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>> I got so many weird looks boarding and on the plane. Men as curious as hell about this girl in a tiny dress on their plane. Could they hit on me. Pick me up since I was locked in for hours with them? Thank god for my exhaustion, though, they never had a chance. If I had thought I was exhausted before...I actually fell asleep on the plane. It wasn't comfortable and my neck hurt like fuck when I was jolted awake by the landing, but I needed the rest. I needed to turn my brain off. I felt like I was being tossed around the world in the wake of my mother. <br><br> Nudged by a flight attendant from my slumber, I unconsciously fixed the short hem of my dress as consciousness retook me, my eyes tacky and bleary as we fell into our approach. The immigration card sat in my lap, passed out for easy entry and I began to fill mine out as we bounced onto the tarmac, finally arriving in Manila. The city that had lived rent-free in my mind for most of my life. And now I would be meeting her. <br><br> <<image framed "manila.airplane.png">> <br><br> It was a weird sensation. Like a deep-seated need to know, but also a fear of what the knowledge would bring. <br><br> Deplaning, I was given a wider berth than I was used too -- probably because of my odd outfit. And it was easy to get off a plane when you didn't have anything with you. Welp. Once again: now what. <br><br> It was an impressive terminal. If it weren't for the symbols for Philippine Peso and the multiple languages -- thank god it was a former US protectorate -- I would have had no idea that I was outside of the US. It was clean, it was bright, it was spacious. And it was fucking busy. <br><br> Peso. Right, new money. Spying an exchange kiosk I popped in my plastic and withdrew a couple hundred worth of Peso just in case. I didn't really know what things cost or if I'd be able to use my card. I pocketed it and turned away, as good to go as I could be at this point. <br><br> Utilizing the WiFi, I found new accommodations -- wondered if I'd be at these longer than the last. Well, at least these were __eleven__ dollars US. That made up for whatever loss on the last leg. A little. It was downtown and central to the 'scene'. It was a bit away, so I headed to ground transportation, looking for a way to get there. <br><br> No Uber. That's going to be something to get used to. I headed to the taxi line and got in a yellow cab. <br><br> "Where going?" It was an approximation of English -- had heard worse //in// the US. <br><br> "Uh, RedDoorz?" <br><br> "Where dat, chica?" His eyes in the reflection of the rear view peeking between my thighs. I dropped my palm between them, practiced. He sounded...Spanish? Interesting. I leaned forward, showing him where on my phone -- the WiFi of the airport was barely making it out this far. "Oh." He shrugged and I didn't know what to make of that, but he <<linkexpand "sped off.">> sped off. <br><br><br> I grabbed the door handle, trying to maintain some semblance of control as he pressed through traffic with aggression. The drive took all of half an hour, but it gave me time to take in the city without distraction from my brick of a phone. <br><br> What was it about this place that had brought Mom here? It seemed like any other overpopulated eastern island nation. I definitely hadn't heard about it in the news besides some election stuff or a brief mention of the country in history class. <br><br> This //had// to have been where she disappeared. All the pieces were clicking into place. Did that mean it was dangerous? Did that mean I'd run into her like the other spies? Is that what they did, just like some BS James Bond 'accident'...but not at a craps table. <br><br> <br><br> Did I want to? <br><br> "Here you go." The cab stopped short and he motioned at a disheveled entry way underneath rickety scaffolding that indeed did say RedDoorz. <br><br><br> I passed him the Peso his meter indicated with some tip that he seemed surprised by, even got out of his vehicle to help me with the door -- and to see up my dress again, a second tip. "Have nice stay." And smiled at me as he got back in and sped off, leaving me in an alleyway where tarp flapped from its ties on the scaffolding piping. Well, no wonder it was [[eleven dollars|ACTI004 - NightOut]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> The cramping on the plane was awful and I got well-acquainted with the plane bathroom, but everything seemed to have settled by the time we landed in the Philippines. <br><br> <</if>> I was fucking //exhausted//. It's incredible to me how simply sitting, watching some movies, listening to music, reading a magazine or a book -- all could just knock you flat on your ass. I caught naps what I could, and maybe that was my mistake. <br><br> <<image framed "manila.airplane.png">> My eyes were bleary as we fell into our approach. The immigration cards were passed out for easy entry and I began to fill mine out as we bounced onto the tarmac, finally arriving in Manila. The city that had lived rent-free in my mind for most of my life. And now I would be meeting her. <br><br> It was a weird sensation. Like a deep-seated need to know, but also a fear of what the knowledge would bring. <br><br> Yawning, I deplaned with the masses -- all scrabbling to get off the aluminum cigarette faster than anyone else. I was jostled and bumped, but I didn't care. I didn't really have anywhere to go besides where I was. I was...here. And...now what. <br><br> Pulling out my phone, I went to sign into the WiFi so I could plan my next steps...and saw a notification from my provider that there was no service. <<linkexpand "Fuck.">> Fuck. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value is 0>> And that must have been the straw. Suddenly, I found myself in the bathroom, bawling my eyes out into my palms, hunched in a stall. The insanity of all of this hit me like a ton of bricks and I was //freaking// ''out''. It was probably a good fifteen minutes of irrational thought -- grab a return ''now''; I was going to die; sex slavery; I'd never see home again -- and then, I think my emotional batteries were simply drained. No more tears came, so I was able to get myself together with some semblance of resolve and clean up. Nothing to do but soldier on, I guess. <br><br><br> <</if>> I hadn't thought of changing my cell plan before leaving -- it's incredible what you forget when you're rushing these giant life choices. <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> Luckily, I had an extra phone on-hand that was more ready to accept a new provider, cash for time, so my burner became my main cell. <<else>> Moving through the Terminal I couldn't find anything beyond a Duty Free. I'd have to figure something out sooner rather than later, but who was I trying to call anyway? <</if>> <br><br> It was an impressive terminal. If it weren't for the symbols for Philippine Peso and the multiple languages -- thank god it was a former US protectorate -- I would have had no idea that I was outside of the US. It was clean, it was bright, it was spacious. And it was fucking busy. <br><br> Peso. Right, new money. Spying an exchange kiosk I popped in my plastic and withdrew a couple hundred worth of Peso just in case. I didn't really know what things cost or if I'd be able to use my card. I pocketed it and turned away, as good to go as I could be at this point. <br><br> Packed light, I pulled my roller behind me, letting the urgent people pass around me, taking in my surroundings as I made my way to ground transportation. <br><br> I booked myself a room at a place that was...ELEVEN dollars? Yes, the RedDoorz would help me stretch my cash for a lot longer than expected and was central to the downtown scene. <br><br> And no Uber. That's going to be something to get used to. I headed to the taxi line and got in a yellow cab. <br><br> "Where going?" It was an approximation of English -- had heard worse //in// the US. <br><br> "Uh, RedDoorz?" <br><br> "Where dat, chica?" Some Spanish? Interesting. I leaned forward, showing him where on my phone -- the WiFi of the airport was barely making it out this far. "Oh." He shrugged and I didn't know what to make of that, but he <<linkexpand "sped off.">> sped off. <br><br><br> I grabbed the door handle, trying to maintain some semblance of control as he pressed through traffic with aggression. The drive took all of half an hour, but it gave me time to take in the city without distraction from my brick of a phone. <br><br> What was it about this place that had brought Mom here? It seemed like any other overpopulated eastern island nation. I definitely hadn't heard about it in the news besides some election stuff or a brief mention of the country in history class. <br><br> <<if $ACTI.search === 3>> And was this where she disappeared? Did that mean it was dangerous? Did that mean I'd run into her? Did I want to? <br><br> <</if>> "Here you go." The cab stopped short and he motioned at a disheveled entry way underneath rickety scaffolding that indeed did say RedDoorz. <br><br><br> I passed him the Peso his meter indicated with some tip that he seemed surprised by, even got out of his vehicle to help me with my bag. "Have nice stay." And smiled at me as he got back in and sped off, leaving me in an alleyway where tarp flapped from its ties on the scaffolding piping. Well, no wonder it was [[eleven dollars|ACTI004 - NightOut]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: RedDoorz Entrance */ <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>> My heels clicked up the linoleum staircase past the sign "Apartment Room for Rent"; the entire bank of electricity gauges, plain as day; and an advertisement "Why Pay More, Stay at RedDoorz!" Well. That's clearly why I'm already here, sign. The door was open and a ceiling fan -- no, not a typical fixture: a desk fan that had been mounted to the ceiling -- was on high, pushing around the thick Summer air. <br><br> The artificial light was abrasive and made me blink as I approached the front desk. A clerk sat behind it, watching something on her mobile. She was middle-aged and her wispy hair was fluttering comically in the 'breeze'. Even with the aid of the airflow, her upper lip was dewy. And also wispy. <br><br> "Hey, my name's <<print $CC.surname>>?" Her eyes flicked up from her device, displeased at being interrupted. "I rented a room here?" Could I have put more question marks into a statement of fact? Dammit. I did it again. Freeing my phone, I was about to show her the receipt and check-in information when I realized I didn't have internet connection. Old habits of a first world girl die hard. <br><br> "Fill dis out." Another device came from behind the desk, a tablet encased in one of the strongest materials known to man and came with a steel-fiber cord that connected somewhere else down there. She was looking at her phone again. <br><br> I worked the screen with aplomb, the familiarity of screen interaction calming. It felt modern. I signed some waivers and it notified me that rooms were auto-book and auto-pay as of 9 AM each day. So, if I was going to leave, I needed to notify them. But otherwise, it would make staying here easy. <br><br> As I handed back the tablet, reaching awkwardly over the desk to not just drop it unceremoniously on her viewing setup, my mouth was open to announce...oh. The keycard was already on the desk. Efficient. Wordless. Inhospitable. <br><br> I turned, understanding where I wasn't wanted and tried to make sense of the number on the card and the signage in the stairwell which was -- of course -- literally right next to the front desk. No lobby here! And no elevators. <br><br> Heeling my way up again, I climbed the <<linkexpand "stairs.">> stairs. <br><br><br> The room left a lot to be desired. A. Lot. <br><br> Sure, it was small -- given -- but the sheets had a stain of unknown origin -- shouldn't have been surprised -- but there was some kind of maintenance closet abutting the room and the door was half off its hinges. And inside, besides a ladder, was a formerly wooden 'door' that looked like it had suffered an explosion and chunks of wood were scattered on the floor. But most concerning was the wall behind it. It would have been hidden if the 'door' weren't a wreck, but there was some sort of patching and painting of the drywall and it was not a good construction job. <br><br> <div id = "freakout"> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> Eleven dollars or not, I was //not// going to deal with <<link "this">><<replace "#freakout" t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].exp -->> ''this''. <br><br> I stormed downstairs and smacked my hand firmly on the lacquered desk. She didn't look up. I smacked again a few more times, "//Excuse// me." <br><br> "Yes, American bitch?" She raised an eyebrow, absolutely unaffected by my fury. <br><br> "<<shake 3s>>What?!<</shake>>" My nostrils had to be flaring. <br><br> "Be hab yer munny, hunny. Leab ip yoo wan." And waved me away like a gnat. Back to her phone-drama. <br><br> I don't think I'd ever had the rug pulled out from under me like that before. Emotionally frayed as I was, the tears that were coming were not going to be seen by this cunt. I turned and stormed upstairs and began adding more damage to that door in the closet. <br><br> My hands hurt. I felt better. And she was right. I could spend more money and who knows where I'd end up. I didn't know this city--//country//--''continent'' at all. I'd just...find somewhere better tomorrow. When I wasn't this goddamn confused and tired and overwhelmed. Were there other things? Yes. All. Of. The. Things. <br><br> But for now, I needed out of here. I needed distraction. I needed fun. <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <<outfit naked>> <br><br><br> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits, I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkexpand "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 1s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. "Uh. Hey. Can I..." making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. "'ello." Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <br><br> "Uh, hey. Thanks." I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <br><br> "Angelo," he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again," a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <br><br> "Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?" <br><br> "Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out." <br><br> "American. Like de Bilippines?" <br><br> "Sure! So far!" <br><br> "I know good places. Let me cho you." Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, "Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb." Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>>. No. No. I was not going to freak out. It was fine. It was... <<link "manageable">><<replace "#freakout" t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Confident"].exp -->> manageable. <br><br> Unsure if the trade off between cost and safety was worth it, I went ahead and put my things away. I kept glancing at the askew maintenance door as if someone or some thing would be peeking. It wasn't. Yet? <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkreplace "water.">> water. <br><br><br> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits I decided that I might as well get out of this shithole and experience the city and maybe have some fun, so I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkreplace "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 1s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. "Uh. Hey. Can I..." making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. "'ello." Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <br><br> "Uh, hey. Thanks." I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <br><br> "Angelo," he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again," a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <br><br> "Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?" <br><br> "Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out." <br><br> "American. Like de Bilippines?" <br><br> "Sure! So far!" <br><br> "I know good places. Let me cho you." Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, "Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb." Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> Unsure if the trade off between cost and safety was worth it, I went ahead and put my things away. I kept glancing at the askew maintenance door as if someone or some thing would be peeking. It wasn't. Yet? <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <br><br><br> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits I decided that I might as well get out of this shithole and experience the city and maybe have some fun, so I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkexpand "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 1s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. "Uh. Hey. Can I..." making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. "'ello." Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <br><br> "Uh, hey. Thanks." I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <br><br> "Angelo," he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again," a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <br><br> "Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?" <br><br> "Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out." <br><br> "American. Like de Bilippines?" <br><br> "Sure! So far!" <br><br> "I know good places. Let me cho you." Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, "Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb." Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> The heft of my bag was evident as it thumped up the linoleum staircase past the sign "Apartment Room for Rent"; the entire bank of electricity gauges, plain as day; and an advertisement "Why Pay More, Stay at RedDoorz!" Well. That's clearly why I'm already here, sign. The door was open and a ceiling fan -- no, not a typical fixture: a desk fan that had been mounted to the ceiling -- was on high, pushing around the thick Summer air. <br><br> The artificial light was abrasive and made me blink as I approached the front desk. A clerk sat behind it, watching something on her mobile. She was middle-aged and her wispy hair was fluttering comically in the 'breeze'. Even with the aid of the airflow, her upper lip was dewy. And also wispy. <br><br> "Hey, my name's <<print $CC.surname>>?" Her eyes flicked up from her device, displeased at being interrupted. "I rented a room here?" Could I have put more question marks into a statement of fact? Dammit. I did it again. Freeing my phone, I was about to show her the receipt and check-in information when I realized I didn't have internet connection. Old habits of a first world girl die hard. <br><br> "Fill dis out." Another device came from behind the desk, a tablet encased in one of the strongest materials known to man and came with a steel-fiber cord that connected somewhere else down there. She was looking at her phone again. <br><br> I worked the screen with aplomb, the familiarity of screen interaction calming. It felt modern. I signed some waivers and it notified me that rooms were auto-book and auto-pay as of 9 AM each day. So, if I was going to leave, I needed to notify them. But otherwise, it would make staying here easy. <br><br> As I handed back the tablet, reaching awkwardly over the desk to not just drop it unceremoniously on her viewing setup, my mouth was open to announce...oh. The keycard was already on the desk. Efficient. Wordless. Inhospitable. <br><br> I turned, understanding where I wasn't wanted and tried to make sense of the number on the card and the signage in the stairwell which was -- of course -- literally right next to the front desk. No lobby here! And no elevators. <br><br> Hefting again, I climbed the <<linkexpand "stairs.">> stairs. <br><br><br> The room left a lot to be desired. A. Lot. <br><br> Sure, it was small -- given -- but the sheets had a stain of unknown origin -- shouldn't have been surprised -- but there was some kind of maintenance closet abutting the room and the door was half off its hinges. And inside, besides a ladder, was a formerly wooden 'door' that looked like it had suffered an explosion and chunks of wood were scattered on the floor. But most concerning was the wall behind it. It would have been hidden if the 'door' weren't a wreck, but there was some sort of patching and painting of the drywall and it was not a good construction job. <br><br> <div id = "freakout"> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> Eleven dollars or not, I was //not// going to deal with <<link "this">><<replace "#freakout" t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].exp -->> ''this''. <br><br> I stormed downstairs and smacked my hand firmly on the lacquered desk. She didn't look up. I smacked again a few more times, "//Excuse// me." <br><br> "Yes, American bitch?" She raised an eyebrow, absolutely unaffected by my fury. <br><br> "<<shake 3s>>What?!<</shake>>" My nostrils had to be flaring. <br><br> "Be hab yer munny, hunny. Leab ip yoo wan." And waved me away like a gnat. Back to her phone-drama. <br><br> I don't think I'd ever had the rug pulled out from under me like that before. Emotionally frayed as I was, the tears that were coming were not going to be seen by this cunt. I turned and stormed upstairs and began adding more damage to that door in the closet. <br><br> My hands hurt. I felt better. And she was right. I could spend more money and who knows where I'd end up. I didn't know this city--//country//--''continent'' at all. I'd just...find somewhere better tomorrow. When I wasn't exhausted. <br><br> But for now, I needed out of here. I needed distraction. I needed fun. <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <br><br><br> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits, I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkexpand "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 1s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. "Uh. Hey. Can I..." making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. "'ello." Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <br><br> "Uh, hey. Thanks." I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <br><br> "Angelo," he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again," a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <br><br> "Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?" <br><br> "Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out." <br><br> "American. Like de Bilippines?" <br><br> "Sure! So far!" <br><br> "I know good places. Let me cho you." Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, "Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb." Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> No. No. I was not going to freak out. It was fine. It was... <<link "manageable">><<replace "#freakout" t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Confident"].exp -->> manageable. <br><br> Unsure if the trade off between cost and safety was worth it, I went ahead and put my things away. I kept glancing at the askew maintenance door as if someone or some thing would be peeking. It wasn't. Yet? <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <br><br><br> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits I decided that I might as well get out of this shithole and experience the city and maybe have some fun, so I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkexpand "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 1s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. "Uh. Hey. Can I..." making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. "'ello." Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <br><br> "Uh, hey. Thanks." I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <br><br> "Angelo," he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again," a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <br><br> "Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?" <br><br> "Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out." <br><br> "American. Like de Bilippines?" <br><br> "Sure! So far!" <br><br> "I know good places. Let me cho you." Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, "Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb." Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> Unsure if the trade off between cost and safety was worth it, I went ahead and put my things away. I kept glancing at the askew maintenance door as if someone or some thing would be peeking. It wasn't. Yet? <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <br><br><br> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits I decided that I might as well get out of this shithole and experience the city and maybe have some fun, so I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkexpand "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 1s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. "Uh. Hey. Can I..." making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. "'ello." Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <br><br> "Uh, hey. Thanks." I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <br><br> "Angelo," he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again," a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <br><br> "Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?" <br><br> "Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out." <br><br> "American. Like de Bilippines?" <br><br> "Sure! So far!" <br><br> "I know good places. Let me cho you." Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, "Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb." Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit club>> <<set $ACTI.goOut = "">> I tugged down at the bunching around my hips, flattening some of the travel wrinkles. Little black dress would have to do. Maybe I'd do some shopping tomorrow. Tomorrow. That was a crazy thought. Didn't even know where to go for shopping if I wanted to. <br><br> Twisting at the waist slightly and lifting up onto the balls of my feet I considered myself in the mirror, "New city. New life. New me." I guess. I'd go with that. <br><br> Now. Who to go with? <div id="goout"> <<crossroads #goout>> <<path>> Solo? <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.goOut = "solo">> <<set $Stats.Traits["Confident"].exp ++>> <br><br> As much as I appreciated the offer and Angelo //seemed// like a stand-up guy, I needed to figure this place out by myself and I really had no idea who he was at all. So, I didn't go knocking at twelve, but headed down the stairs and actually received attention from front desk cunt -- a disapproving shake of her head as American girl went out to party. I could only imagine the thoughts and commentary in her head. <br><br> It was still relatively early to go out, but that made the street in front of RedDoorz more palatable than the sketchy alleyscape that it probably would appear to be when I returned later tonight. <br><br> The air was heavy and there was a warm breeze coming off of the nearby water, but I knew this to be the 'dry season'. And it still felt wet. Yay. My heels clicked wetly on the rough concrete underfoot as I made my way onto the next street -- Mabini -- where I had seen a cluster of 'clubs' from a quick Google search. I clocked a Mall only a block away, too. <br><br> Despite the seedy feeling of the little corner of RedDoorz, it certainly would be convenient for the two things I knew that I'd be doing. The throb of music and the rumble of bass told me I was headed in the right direction and I eagerly picked up the pace, even if that made my jiggle a bit too wanton and the hem flip up a bit too much. It was like a siren's call. And I was answering. <br><br> I passed by a few that looked too small or too empty and even though it meant my feet were beginning to hurt, I was a good Goldilocks and waited for what was ''just'' right. <<linkexpand "Club ZZYZX.">> Club ZZYZX. <br><br><br> The bouncer seemed to appreciate that I didn't have anything for him to check and a single look at me was all the ID he needed. I walked right in to the pulsing EDM. The light show from up ahead at the end of the hallway illuminated the haze of cigarette smoke and fog machines. I could feel my excitement brimming, like a release just around the corner. <br><br> The DJ was good: I was already bopping my head and jumping a little as I came 'round into the big dance hall. I was certainly a minority both in gender and ethnicity. And I hated myself a little bit because I couldn't honestly tell the origin of most of the people around me. Locals? Foreign Asians? I pushed off my self-judgment and pushed through the attention and crowd to get to the bar. <br><br> Oh. There were a good number of women here...Oh. They were definitely prostitutes. And I was immediately approached. <br><br> "You new here." It was not the accent I had been hearing since arriving, but English was not their first language. <br><br> "Uh, yeah." I yelled back, my senses overwhelmed, the tiredness and travel making my first reaction respond rather than run. <br><br> "We go back to my place." <br><br> "No--" <br><br> "No? I pay." <br><br> "I'm not a..." <br><br> "Riiiight." Okay, picking up Chinese vibes to the pronunciation. "Look, first time customer. Very generous." <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == 0>> Having zero desire to either be a prostitute or finding men, let alone //him// attractive, I turned away without another word, looking for a bartender. Then, he ''grabbed'' my arm. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> And a quick yank and I dipped into the crowed, not interested in the insistence that I was some whore. I didn't get my drink, but in the swell of the crowd there was anonymity. It was a herd tactic and it worked. I lost myself in the music, becoming sweaty and loosing all my frustrations into the night. I screamed and no one could hear me. I laughed and no one cared. I cried and no one could see. <br><br> Sadly, the only attraction I felt were going to require a transaction. And I wasn't about to ply the sex trade. <br><br> So, I whiled away the hours with careful trips to the bar and got a light buzz going while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- I stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time I had headed out. <br><br> Despite not knowing the town, the proximity to my 'home base' was a smart move. I made it back to RedDoorz and was able to collapse, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<else>> Pulling my arm back was not going to work without creating a scene. <br><br> "Look--" <br><br> "No. //You// ''look'', girl. I make offer. You accept offer." He pulled me again, away from the bar and I stumbled. It was moments like these that I hated the natural imbalance of physical strength between men and women. It was do or die so I screamed and flailed, pulling with all of my might. <br><br> No one came to my aid and he didn't flinch. But I don't think he was expecting this much of a fight. I fell, flat on my ass and flashing him and everyone spread eagle. He lurched towards me and I scrambled back, heels scrabbling on the floor where my dignity had also been left. <br><br> Once you start screaming, there's something internally that keeps the engine going. But I was getting away, and finally getting my footing as we both were bumping into dispassionate clubbers. And then I ran into something solid. <br><br> It was security, grabbing me by the arm that had started the whole scene. A flash of me just being handed over to the man by another man went across my mind. <br><br> Thankfully, I was being escorted out -- the scene I had created had successfully ended the man's attempt. But it had also ended my night. As I was tossed out into the street I gave a wail and gave the sumo-like man the finger. Tears were ruining my makeup and one of my heels had broken. <br><br> I hobbled home, not in a state to 'try again'. Nothing this extreme would have happened to a girl like me in the States, I thought. I probably received more disapproval as I returned so quickly and in this state to RedDoorz, but I didn't care. I tossed my clothes on the floor and cried into the flat pillow. <br><br> I didn't realize I was going to sleep, but I passed out hard. What a //successful// [[first night|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <</if>> <<else>> Well. <div id="prostie"> <<crossroads #prostie>> <<path>> I wasn't about to whore myself out, but I could ask for a drink. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Suggestible"].exp ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Wiles"].exp ++>> <br><br> ..."How about a drink?" <br><br> He grinned and pulled me closer by the arm, "Cheaper. Sure." His hand dropped to my ass and gave it a squeeze through the thin material of my LBD as he waved a bartender over. He got attention and I didn't? Weird. My hand reached back to nudge his hand off my right cheek, but he just grabbed firmer and gave my hand a smack. "Give this girl a...tequila?" He grinned, face right up in mine. <br><br> "Sure." I nodded and just relented to the grabbing at my ass. A shot passed my way, and I was glad to not have to worry about what was in it. I shot it and he waved a second pour immediately, "Just one is fine..." <br><br> "No, no. Have good time." I looked around for an exit. A girl to swoop in and save me? No, they were working. Security? Shit. I pounded the second shot. <br><br> "Dance?" I pressed off from the bar, trying to change the venue and maybe get an exit in the crowd. He was content to follow me out, eyeing my bare legs as I tried to coyly bring him into the bobbing bodies. <br><br> I felt a tug at my hand and let our distance and a quick little motion separate us and then I moved quickly, into the crowd. I probably bobbed and weaved longer than I needed to, but when I stopped I realized a couple things: I stood out like a sore thumb and I couldn't really remember what he looked like compared to the other guys. He could reappear at any moment. <br><br> So, debating between the risk of being pounced while trying to enjoy myself and being safe, I bounced. <br><br> How long had I actually been at the club? At least I had a little buzz. I considered a few other clubs as I gravitated back to the RedDoorz but decided I didn't want a repeat where I wasn't as successful. <br><br> "No pun?" Came a chuckle from counter-cunt. I gave her the finger. She clucked her tongue at me and I made my way upstairs. Maybe I should have gone with Angelo. <br><br><br> Instead, I got ready to bed and let the alcohol pull me to a [[heavy slumber|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<path>> I could give him a firm denial. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Suggestible"].exp -->> <<set $Stats.Traits["Confident"].exp -->> <br><br> "''//No//''." His hand __grabbed__ at my arm and pulled me firmly with slow intention towards him. <br><br> "Say that again." Despite the lowered volume, I heard him clearly. He pulled me again, away from the bar and I stumbled. It was moments like these that I hated the natural imbalance of physical strength between men and women. It was do or die so I screamed and flailed, pulling with all of my might. <br><br> No one came to my aid and he didn't flinch. But I don't think he was expecting this much of a fight. I fell, flat on my ass and flashing him and everyone spread eagle. He lurched towards me and I scrambled back, heels scrabbling on the floor where my dignity had also been left. <br><br> Once you start screaming, there's something internally that keeps the engine going. But I was getting away, and finally getting my footing as we both were bumping into dispassionate clubbers. And then I ran into something solid. <br><br> It was security, grabbing me by the arm that had started the whole scene. A flash of me just being handed over to the man by another man went across my mind. <br><br> Thankfully, I was being escorted out -- the scene I had created had successfully ended the man's attempt. But it had also ended my night. As I was tossed out into the street I gave a wail and gave the sumo-like man the finger. Tears were ruining my makeup and one of my heels had broken. <br><br> I hobbled home, not in a state to 'try again'. Nothing this extreme would have happened to a girl like me in the States, I thought. I probably received more disapproval as I returned so quickly and in this state to RedDoorz, but I didn't care. <br><br> My confidence shot, I tossed my clothes on the floor and cried into the flat pillow. <br><br><br> I didn't realize I was going to sleep, but I passed out hard. What a //successful// [[first night|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 && $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> He wanted to fuck and I wanted release... <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough and doesn't respond to pervs that way. <<contents>> <<run $ACTI.knowledge.push("Grab")>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Easy"].exp ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Wiles"].exp ++>> I wanted dick. "Okay. But I'm not one of //them//." I intoned towards my fellow femmes. He shrugged. <br><br> "Sure. Way cheaper." He began pulling me away from the bar and I had a sense it was towards the back, maybe a bathroom. <br><br> "Hey...not here." Shit, so much for going out and clubbing. <br><br> He frowned, "Hotel too far. Not paying for car." <br><br> "Weren't you going to pay when you left?" I smiled, leaning into him, hand sliding on his stomach. <br><br> His eyes narrowed, but the ease of the encounter and his fuller wallet I think made the decision. We made our way out of the club as he fidgeted with his phone in his free hand. I noticed an app called Grab and it seemed to be like Uber. Huh. So there was that option. <br><br> It arrived shortly thereafter and we climbed in, the crowds outside just beginning to form. Super early end to my night, I realized as I gasped out, being suddenly tugged against him in the backseat while his other hand took advantage of my distraction to go between my legs. <br><br> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>"Oh, not one of them?" He grinned into my face as he felt my unprotected slit.<</if>> I squirmed but he was insistent and I knew it was going to happen anyway so I relaxed into feeling his hand go under my <<print $Body.undies>> and fingers beginning to work at my cleft. <br><br> I grunted and squirmed, moving in to kiss him and felt his other hand up on my head, pulling me in to his...crotch. He held it there as he gave a <<shake 2s>>smack<</shake>> on my pussy which made me jerk. He chuckled and freed his hand from between my clenched thighs and unzipped his pants, fishing out his member and hitting it limp against my lips. <br><br> Beginning to bob, I worked on him as the rideshare drove along as if nothing was happening. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>>He grunted pleased in surprise, "Oh, you //are// one of them." My head continued bobbing, feeling his rapidly hardening manhood pulsing in my mouth.<</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> "Shit. ''NGH''." I had only just begun to work when he released, pushing my head down and making me take his load into my throat. I pulled off, panting and looking for his reaction. He was leaning over me, "Pull over." Rapping on the back of the driver's seat. The car slowed down and he gave a little lift of his chin, "Get out." Dispirited, but knowing his nature there wasn't much room for argument. <br><br> I climbed out and was left on some side street in the middle of Manila with semen cloying at my tastebuds. Fear rose in my craw and I fought it down, beginning my search for my 'home base'. <br><br> I made it, thanks to the kindness of strangers, but I felt the shame of what had happened as I climbed into bed. Rubbing myself to a climax that took longer than Mr. Grab, I fell into a [[heavy slumber|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<else>> <<addBody "Chinese guy" M "Chinese guy, on my first night in Manila">> <br><br> My pussy was soaking by the time we arrived at our destination, a ride full of his grunting and approval and my sucking. "Enough of that." He pulled me up and out of the cab as I wiped my wet mouth. <br><br> We had arrived at the palacious Manila Hotel. It made my RedDoorz look exactly like what it was. <br><br> He walked with a limp, the strain in his pants making walking difficult and I couldn't help but grin to myself as we made our way up to his room. The luxury was impressive and I practically melted when we pushed the door open. <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> It was like the hotels I had known, a thankful reminder of the life I had just left. <<else>> It was like nothing I had ever experienced. My heart fluttered. Swooning. <</if>> And then what we had come for ruined the moment. <br><br> He nudged the straps off my shoulders and guided me over to the bed as the dress fell off my form. Then he grabbed my head by the hair again and his knees hit the back of mine, making me fall forward onto all fours on the bed, back arched and head back and up awkwardly. <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> "You got a condom?" <br><br> "No." I felt the meat that had been in my mouth poking at my opening. <br><br> "It's just in my bag--." <br><br> "Shut up." He jostled my head as he thrust. Fuck. <<else>> "Ow!" I felt the meat that had been in my mouth poking at my opening. <br><br> "Shut up." He jostled my head as he thrust. <</if>> <br><br> I squealed, bracing myself on the opulent bed, watching the wood-carved headboard bouncing in my vision as he pumped. He wasn't a good partner but that didn't surprise me. I had hoped for something else, though. Instead, I got a very rough but quick coupling and a load of semen deposited in me before he shoved me aside and headed off to take a shower, "You can stay. There." He pointed to the chaise at the foot of the bed. "Your pay." <br><br> It felt demeaning, but it would be far more comfortable than the RedDoorz. I waddled over to grab a towel as he showered and let it soak as I grabbed a sheet and pillow, a makeshift bed at the end of his. <br><br> I didn't hear him get out of the shower. I slept hard and he wasn't there in the morning, so I could try and dissuade myself of the notion of what had happened the night before and I had actually paid for the room. I had, kinda. <br><br> I headed 'home,' a walk of shame to the place I had paid for and not used. A yin to the yang of last night's [[stay|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Angelo? <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.goOut = "angelo">> <<set $Stats.Traits["Suggestible"].exp ++>> <br><br> I walked down the hallway to knock on twelve, preferring a guide and potential male protector for the evening. "Oh! <<print $CC.name>>. Lookin' good. Come on. Les go." <br><br> He smiled kindly and waved me on. He had cleaned up well, wearing a linen suit and button down shirt that didn't hide his gifted midsection, but it was a proper accent to it. <br><br> It was still relatively early to go out, but that made the street in front of RedDoorz more palatable than the sketchy alleyscape that it probably would appear to be when I returned later tonight. <br><br> The air was heavy and there was a warm breeze coming off of the nearby water, but I knew this to be the 'dry season'. And it still felt wet. Yay. My heels clicked wetly on the rough concrete underfoot as I made my way onto the next street -- Mabini -- where I had seen a cluster of 'clubs' from a quick Google search. I clocked a Mall only a block away, too. <br><br> Despite the seedy feeling of the little corner of RedDoorz, it certainly would be convenient for the two things I knew that I'd be doing. The throb of music and the rumble of bass told me I was headed in the right direction and I eagerly picked up the pace, even if that made my jiggle a bit too wanton and the hem flip up a bit too much. It was like a siren's call. And I was answering. <br><br> "Takin you to a good place near here." We passed by a few that looked too small or too empty before arriving at <<linkexpand "Club ZZYZX.">> Club ZZYZX. <br><br><br> The bouncer seemed to appreciate that I didn't have anything for him to check and a single look at me was all the ID he needed. Angelo slipped him something, but there was a nod of familiarity as we both walked right in to the pulsing EDM. <br><br> The light show from up ahead at the end of the hallway illuminated the haze of cigarette smoke and fog machines. I could feel my excitement brimming, like a release just around the corner. <br><br> The DJ was good: I was already bopping my head and jumping a little as I came 'round into the big dance hall. "Oh, yah? Like it?" Angelo chuckled, giving my bare shoulder a squeeze. I smiled and nodded, looking around as I took in the high-energy atmosphere even at this hour. <br><br> I was certainly a minority both in gender and ethnicity. And I hated myself a little bit because I couldn't honestly tell the origin of most of the people around me. Locals? Foreign Asians? I pushed off my self-judgment and turned back to Angelo, "Gonna get a drink, want anything?" <br><br> "I can come with?" I shrugged and we pushed through the crowd to get to the bar. <br><br> Oh. There were a good number of women here...Oh. They were definitely prostitutes. <br><br> Even with Angelo as company, I was immediately approached. <br><br> "You new here." It was not the accent I had been hearing since arriving, but English was not their first language. <br><br> "Uh, yeah." I yelled back, my senses overwhelmed, the tiredness and travel making my first reaction respond rather than run. <br><br> "We go back to my place." <br><br> "No--" <br><br> "No? I pay." <br><br> "I'm not a..." <br><br> "Riiiight." Okay, picking up Chinese vibes to the pronunciation. "Look, first time customer. Very generous." <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == 0>> Having zero desire to either be a prostitute or finding men, let alone //him// attractive, I turned away without another word, looking for a bartender. Then, he ''grabbed'' my arm. <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> And a quick yank and I was free. Angelo saw the exchange and leaned closer, giving the man a dead stare -- I think he finally understood I wasn't a whore. Or taken. Didn't matter. He left and we got our drinks. <br><br> We both got a good buzz on and danced essentially wordlessly and without much contact for the rest of the evening. We smiled and laughed a bit, whiling away the hours with while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- we stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time we had headed out. <br><br> Angelo continued his guidance and we laughed and smiled our way back to RedDoorz. I collapsed, alone, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<else>> "''//No//''." His hand __grabbed__ at my arm and pulled me firmly with slow intention towards him. <br><br> "Say that again." Despite the lowered volume, I heard him clearly. He pulled me again, away from the bar and then, I stumbled. It was moments like these that I hated the natural imbalance of physical strength between men and women. It was do or die so I screamed and flailed, pulling with all of my might. I fell, flat on my ass and flashing everyone spread eagle. But he wasn't there any more. Confused, I realized he was on the floor as well, Angelo standing, arms crossed and staring him down. <br><br> "Say dat again." He smiled at me as I got myself together. <br><br> "No." I chuckled away some tears and slid alongside Angelo. <br><br> The guy scrambled off, leaving me alone and the show had done enough that the rest of the night we weren't bothered. There was a query in the back of my head expecting Angelo to take in trade what he had saved me from, but that didn't seem to be his intention. <br><br> We both got a good buzz on and danced essentially wordlessly and without much contact for the rest of the evening. We grinned and laughed a bit, whiling away the hours with while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- we stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time we had headed out. <br><br><br> Angelo continued his guidance and we laughed and smiled our way back to RedDoorz. I collapsed, alone, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <</if>> <<else>> Well. <div id="prostie"> <<crossroads #prostie>> <<path>> I wasn't about to whore myself out, but I could ask for a drink. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Suggestible"].exp ++>><<set $Stats.Skills["Wiles"].exp ++>> <br><br> ..."How about a drink?" <br><br> He grinned and pulled me closer by the arm, "Cheaper. Sure." <br><br> Angelo had caught the interaction from the moment, watching curiously out of the corner of his eye. An eyebrow raised, seeing if I wanted him to step in. I shook my head, even though the guy's hand had dropped to my ass and squeezing it through the thin material of my LBD as he waved a bartender over. <br><br> He got attention and I didn't? Weird. <br><br> My hand reached back to nudge his hand off my right cheek, but he just grabbed firmer and gave my hand a smack. "Give this girl a...tequila?" He grinned, face right up in mine. <br><br> "Sure." I nodded and just relented to the grabbing at my ass. A shot passed my way, and I was glad to not have to worry about what was in it. I shot it and he waved a second pour immediately, "Just one is fine..." <br><br> "No, no. Have good time." I looked around Angelo. Gone. Shit. A girl to swoop in and save me? No, they were working. Security? Shit. I pounded the second shot. <br><br> "Dance?" I pressed off from the bar, trying to change the venue and maybe get an exit in the crowd. He was content to follow me out, eyeing my bare legs as I tried to coyly bring him into the bobbing bodies. <br><br> I felt a tug at my hand and let our distance and a quick little motion separate us and then I moved quickly, into the crowd. I probably bobbed and weaved longer than I needed to, but when I stopped I realized a couple things: I stood out like a sore thumb and I couldn't really remember what he looked like compared to the other guys. He could reappear at any moment. <br><br> So, I searched for Angelo. An arm grabbed mine and I froze, thinking my time was up. <br><br> It was Angelo. "You kay?" I nodded emphatically, my eyes moist as I chuckled the adrenaline spike off. He smiled back and made a motion to the dance floor. I accepted the offer and began the night that I had wanted. <br><br> We both got a good buzz on and danced essentially wordlessly and without much contact for the rest of the evening. We smiled and laughed a bit, whiling away the hours with while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- we stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time we had headed out. <br><br><br> Angelo continued his guidance and we laughed and smiled our way back to RedDoorz. I collapsed, alone, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<path>> I could get Angelo involved. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Suggestible"].exp -->> <br><br> "''//No//''." His hand __grabbed__ at my arm and pulled me firmly with slow intention towards him. <br><br> "Say that again." Despite the lowered volume, I heard him clearly. He pulled me again, away from the bar and then, I stumbled. It was moments like these that I hated the natural imbalance of physical strength between men and women. It was do or die so I screamed and flailed, pulling with all of my might. I fell, flat on my ass and flashing everyone spread eagle. But he wasn't there any more. Confused, I realized he was on the floor as well, Angelo standing, arms crossed and staring him down. <br><br> "Say dat again." He smiled at me as I pulled myself up and together. <br><br> "No." I chuckled away some tears and slid alongside Angelo. <br><br> The guy scrambled off, leaving me alone and the show had done enough that the rest of the night we weren't bothered. There was a query in the back of my head expecting Angelo to take in trade what he had saved me from, but that didn't seem to be his intention. <br><br> We both got a good buzz on and danced essentially wordlessly and without much contact for the rest of the evening. We grinned and laughed a bit, whiling away the hours with while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- we stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time we had headed out. <br><br><br> Angelo continued his guidance and we laughed and smiled our way back to RedDoorz. I collapsed, alone, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 && $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> He wanted to fuck and I wanted release. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough and doesn't respond to pervs that way. <<contents>> <<run $ACTI.knowledge.push("Grab")>><<set $Stats.Traits["Easy"].exp ++>><<set $Stats.Skills["Wiles"].exp ++>> I wanted dick. Angelo had flinched at the interaction, eyes curious and watching me. I gave him a wink as I turned to the pick-up artist. "Okay. But I'm not one of //them//." I intoned towards my fellow femmes. He shrugged. <br><br> "Sure. Way cheaper." He began pulling me away from the bar and Angelo. I had a sense it was towards the back, maybe a bathroom. <br><br> "Hey...not here." Shit, so much for going out and clubbing. <br><br> He frowned, "Hotel too far. Not paying for car." <br><br> "Weren't you going to pay when you left?" I smiled, leaning into him, hand sliding on his stomach. <br><br> His eyes narrowed, but the ease of the encounter and his fuller wallet I think made the decision. We made our way out of the club as he fidgeted with his phone in his free hand. I noticed an app called Grab and it seemed to be like Uber. Huh. So there was that option. <br><br> It arrived shortly thereafter and we climbed in, the crowds outside just beginning to form. Super early end to my night, I realized as I gasped out, being suddenly tugged against him in the backseat while his other hand took advantage of my distraction to go between my legs. <br><br> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>"Oh, not one of them?" He grinned into my face as he felt my unprotected slit.<</if>> I squirmed but he was insistent and I knew it was going to happen anyway so I relaxed into feeling his hand go under my <<print $Body.undies>> and fingers beginning to work at my cleft. <br><br> I grunted and squirmed, moving in to kiss him and felt his other hand up on my head, pulling me in to his...crotch. He held it there as he gave a <<shake 2s>>smack<</shake>> on my pussy which made me jerk. He chuckled and freed his hand from between my clenched thighs and unzipped his pants, fishing out his member and hitting it limp against my lips. <br><br> Beginning to bob, I worked on him as the rideshare drove along as if nothing was happening. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>>He grunted pleased in surprise, "Oh, you //are// one of them." My head continued bobbing, feeling his rapidly hardening manhood pulsing in my mouth. <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> "Shit. ''NGH''." I had only just begun to work when he released, pushing my head down and making me take his load into my throat. I pulled off, panting and looking for his reaction. He was leaning over me, "Pull over." Rapping on the back of the driver's seat. The car slowed down and he gave a little lift of his chin, "Get out." Dispirited, but knowing his nature there wasn't much room for argument. <br><br> I climbed out and was left on some side street in the middle of Manila with semen cloying at my tastebuds. Fear rose in my craw and I fought it down, beginning my search for my 'home base'. <br><br> I made it, thanks to the kindness of strangers, but I felt the shame of what had happened as I climbed into bed. Rubbing myself to a climax that took longer than Mr. Grab, I fell into a [[heavy slumber|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<else>> <<addBody "Chinese guy" M "Chinese guy, on my first night in Manila">> <br><br> My pussy was soaking by the time we arrived at our destination, a ride full of his grunting and approval and my sucking. "Enough of that." He pulled me up and out of the cab as I wiped my wet mouth. <br><br> We had arrived at the palacious Manila Hotel. It made my RedDoorz look exactly like what it was. <br><br> He walked with a limp, the strain in his pants making walking difficult and I couldn't help but grin to myself as we made our way up to his room. The luxury was impressive and I practically melted when we pushed the door open. <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> It was like the hotels I had known, a thankful reminder of the life I had just left. <<else>> It was like nothing I had ever experienced. My heart fluttered. Swooning. <</if>> And then what we had come for ruined the moment. <br><br> He nudged the straps off my shoulders and guided me over to the bed as the dress fell off my form. Then he grabbed my head by the hair again and his knees hit the back of mine, making me fall forward onto all fours on the bed, back arched and head back and up awkwardly. <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> "You got a condom?" <br><br> "No." I felt the meat that had been in my mouth poking at my opening. <br><br> "It's just in my bag--" <br><br> "Shut up." He jostled my head as he thrust. Fuck. <<else>> "Ow!" I felt the meat that had been in my mouth poking at my opening. <br><br> "Shut up." He jostled my head as he thrust. <</if>> <br><br> I squealed, bracing myself on the opulent bed, watching the wood-carved headboard bouncing in my vision as he pumped. He wasn't a good partner but that didn't surprise me. I had hoped for something else, though. Instead, I got a very rough but quick coupling and a load of semen deposited in me before he shoved me aside and headed off to take a shower, "You can stay. There." He pointed to the chaise at the foot of the bed. "Your pay." <br><br> It felt demeaning, but it would be far more comfortable than the RedDoorz. I waddled over to grab a towel as he showered and let it soak as I grabbed a sheet and pillow, a makeshift bed at the end of his. <br><br> I didn't hear him get out of the shower. I slept hard and he wasn't there in the morning, so I could try and dissuade myself of the notion of what had happened the night before and I had actually paid for the room. I had, kinda. <br><br><br> I headed 'home,' a walk of shame to the place I had paid for and not used. Crawling into bed for just a bit more rest really put in perspective the difference between my bed and that chaise. The squalor a perfect yin to the yang of last night's [[stay|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Just get some rest? <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.goOut = "no">> <<set $Stats.Traits["Excitable"].exp -->> <br><br> No matter how much I wanted to shake all of this craziness off and just lose myself with abandon, I figured I really needed to listen to my body, not my frazzled emotional brain. I wiped the makeup off, pulled my dress off and tossed it <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>>onto the floor<<else>>ontop of my bag<</if>>. Then, with a last look into that monster-closet for safety, I curled into the rough sheets and flipped off the light. <br><br><br> I barely clocked drifting off as I spent my first night in Manila sleeping [[heavily|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> The hangover of the morning hit me hard, and it wasn't due to tequila. My head hurt, my muscles ached and my mouth felt cottony. A labored sigh, head in my hands, elbows on my knees, I remained half-in, half-out of bed. What would I do today? What //was// I doing here? Both were unanswered questions, but I was here and needed to keep forward momentum. <br><br> Grunting, I pulled myself out of the cot, put my hair up and slid on flipflops to go brush my teeth. <br><br> Angelo was in the hall. "You okay?" I nodded and smiled, shuffling my way towards the bathroom. My mind was foggy enough not to question why he would just be standing in an empty hallway. <br><br> "Mornin'." <br><br> "Let me know when you put together and reddy -- got a meeding on de books." <br><br> "It's fine. I can handle myself today. I appreciate you wanting to be my guide. I really do--" <br><br> "Meeting is por you." <br><br> "Sure." I swung into the bathroom and proceeded to brush away last night. The specter of what he said was creeping into the back of my head and when I splashed water on my face I realized: was he serious? He sounded serious. Like, pre-planned and arranged. Business-like. I didn't have any business. Peeking back out of the doorless portal to the bathroom, I saw him unmoved, "A meeting?" <br><br> He nodded and smiled soft, but humorless. "I'll be here. Go get changed." It wasn't forceful, but there was a tone to it that there wasn't choice, but there also wasn't danger. He didn't try to dispel my clear confusion as I ambled past him to get some decent clothes on. My mind spun, trying to remember if something had happened last night or at the airport...I hadn't called anyone. Hadn't even emailed or texted. <br><br> "Okay." I shrugged, my countenance a nervous frown. He nodded again and motioned for me to join alongside him, "You going to tell me anything?" <br><br> He sighed as we made our way down the steps and past counter-cunt, "Nothin dat you won't be hearin' soon anyway. Nothin to prep, you know?" <br><br> I laughed uncomfortably and shook my head, "No. I don't. Can I at least know //who// the meeting is with? Did my...like Dad send you to wrangle me home? Second thoughts? Fear for my safety?" I was trying to keep it light, but not a single light went on in his eyes. <br><br> "Not par prom here." We descended into the street and he didn't call a cab or anything, so he either meant it or wanted me to get my steps in. I dropped into silence, just letting him lead me. My sixth sense wasn't throwing alarms, so it was either broken and I was about to die, or it was doing its job and allowing me some semblance of calm. <br><br> We passed by United Nations Avenue and into a gorgeous park that stood out starkly from the area we had just left, mere steps ago. It felt capitol, like Washington, DC. It had monuments, broad swaths of open green, paths lined with palm trees -- not found in DC -- and it was immaculate. It helped me relax, taking in the green space as he guided me towards a little plaza where there were people hunched over stone tables playing chess. <br><br> And that was our destination. I knew because sitting at one of the setups was <<linkexpand "Nate.">> Nate. <br><br><br> <<if $ACTI.followed == true>> So, it had been true. He'd been following me. Wait. Angelo worked for him, with him, whatever? My mind reeled as I considered the timeline of arriving and running into Angelo. They must have been tracking me...oh. Through the online booking. Well, guess I //wasn't// cut out for spying. <<else>> <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>> Nate was //here//. He had sent for me. That's what this was all about. Wait. Angelo worked for him, with him, whatever? Another 'random' chance meeting. Fuck these spies. <<else>> Nate was here. He had followed me. He had been tracking me. Wait. Angelo worked for him, with him, whatever? My mind reeled as I considered the timeline of arriving and running into Angelo. They must have been tracking me...oh. Through the online booking. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> He looked up from the pieces with a slight acknowledgement of our approach. "So, you're not just a spy, you're like a...grandmaster, too?" It was an attempt at a dig, I wanted control. <br><br> "Hm? Oh. No. Neither." He shook his head and leaned up from his study of the arrangement of pieces, "They were just like this when I sat down and I, for the life of me, can never make heads or tails of this game." <br><br> "You //are// a spy. Apparently, so is friendly Mr. Angelo." I twiddled a black pawn between my fingers. I heard him chuckle behind me. "What. Is there some like...nomenclature I'm missing? Some big linguistic faux pas for calling you a fucking ''spy''?" The anger had reached the surface. I had been trying to get away from this bullshit and it had come along for the ride -- and I was exhausted, jet lagged. <br><br> Nate cleared his throat. "Kind of. Look. For your safety. For our safety. Cut it with that word, please, Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>." <br><br> "Then you can at least do me the favor of explaining all the //actual// cloak and dagger bullshit." <br><br> He nodded, eyed the pawn I had clutched in my palm and his eyes unfocused, going somewhere else. <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>> "The...details will have to wait. But let me say first that I'm impressed by you. How you ended up here, while...fortuitous...was not what I expected or planned." <br><br> "You were the one who sent for me." It wasn't a question. <br><br> He nodded, "Mhmm. And how did you decide on..." <br><br> <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>> "Fucking chance? Roll of the dice? Or maybe you machinated it too?" <br><br> He shook his head. "Maybe fate. Well, I'm happy you're here." <<else>>I gave him the details of what I understood about her disappearance, my search. And the happenstances. <br><br> He nodded, "Good work." <</if>> <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> "And las night. Club ZZYZX? And wit dat guy..." Angelo added. <br><br> "Yes. You had an interaction--" <br><br> "With some guy at the club, yeah. Why?" <br><br> "Just...the stars aligning?" <</if>> <br><br> "Thank you?" I was unsure what the subtext was, but it seemed positive. He paused, sitting back on the backless seat, considering me. Then a nod and I could sense Angelo's big body moving away. Privacy. Okay. <br><br> "So, yes. This is your mother's last known location. She's been working here for years--" <br><br> "I know. Bullshit about arrays here. Called her on that years ago." <br><br> "I know." He chuckled and smiled. "And she was close. Operation was nearing an end and then...she went dark. And given the op, we're very concerned for her safety." <br><br> There was a pain in my chest, the words fought to come free from my larynx, "She's dead." <br><br> He sighed, shifting and looked at me firmly, "It's //possible//. But knowing her, I sincerely doubt it. But we're at an impasse and we didn't know how to proceed. And the op is of the highest importance for world safety." <br><br> "Bullshit." <br><br> "You like that word." I shrugged, he smiled. "But I'm not being hyperbolic. Continuing this op immediately is the best chance for her and __legitimately__ millions of people back home. I can't give you details because, you're a civilian." <br><br> I rolled my eyes, "So, why are we here. Why this meeting out of a fucking Ludlum book?" <br><br> "You //do// know that some of the best espionage has been written by people were in the service." <br><br> "Ludlum's just some dude." <br><br> "You're here because we've come to the conclusion that you may be the only way forward." <br><br> "Me." <br><br> "Highly. //Highly// unorthodox, but when I said the stakes were high -- they're willing to do anything. For completion of the operation. Your mother is collateral, but in ''my'' mind? Let's get her too." <br><br> "I'm not a spy." <br><br> "__Highly__--" <br><br> "Unorthodox. Yeah." <br><br> "It will be immensely dangerous, but I do see what the analysis shows: a non-operative working in this function may be able to fly under the radar, with a ready-made legend. Let me pull a line from another good writer: You are our only hope. Your mother's only hope." <br><br> The tightness in my throat got worse. And my palm //hurt//. I was clenching the pawn and the edges were digging in at my flesh. I looked off. <br><br> "What would you need me to do?" <br><br> "I'll take that as a yes?" <br><br><br> My cheeks were wet. "[[Yes|ACTI006 - Indoctrination]]." <<else>> "The details will have to wait. But let me say that first, I am impressed that you are here. How did you...I guess the opportune question is //why// did you come here?" <div id="reason"> <<crossroads #reason>> <<path $ACTI.search == 3>> Tell him about the search? <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't learn about her Mom in Manila. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Confident"].exp ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Deception"].exp -->> <br><br> Something wanted to impress, so I gave him a step-by-step description of my 'infiltration' and finding the documents that seemed to point to this as being her last known position. <br><br> A shift of the head and a slight nod, "Good work." <br><br> <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> "And las night. Club ZZYZX? And wit dat guy..." Angelo added. <br><br> "Yes. You had an interaction--" <br><br> "With some guy at the club, yeah. Why?" <br><br> "Just...the stars aligning?" <br><br> <</if>> "Thank you?" I was unsure what the subtext was, but it seemed positive. He paused, sitting back on the backless seat, considering me. Then a nod and I could sense Angelo's big body moving away. Privacy. Okay. <br><br> "So, yes. This is your mother's last known location. She's been working here for years--" <br><br> "I know. Bullshit about arrays here. Called her on that years ago." <br><br> "I know." He chuckled and smiled. "And she was close. Operation was nearing an end and then...she went dark. And given the op, we're very concerned for her safety." <br><br> There was a pain in my chest, the words fought to come free from my larynx, "She's dead." <br><br> He sighed, shifting and looked at me firmly, "It's //possible//. But knowing her, I sincerely doubt it. But we're at an impasse and we didn't know how to proceed. And the op is of the highest importance for world safety." <br><br> "Bullshit." <br><br> "You like that word." I shrugged, he smiled. "But I'm not being hyperbolic. Continuing this op immediately is the best chance for her and __legitimately__ millions of people back home. I can't give you details because, you're a civilian." <br><br> I rolled my eyes, "So, why are we here. Why this meeting out of a fucking Ludlum book?" <br><br> "You //do// know that some of the best espionage has been written by people were in the service." <br><br> "Ludlum's just some dude." <br><br> "You're here because we've come to the conclusion that you may be the only way forward." <br><br> "Me." <br><br> "Highly. //Highly// unorthodox, but when I said the stakes were high -- they're willing to do anything. For completion of the operation. Your mother is collateral, but in ''my'' mind? Let's get her too." <br><br> "I'm not a spy." <br><br> "__Highly__--" <br><br> "Unorthodox. Yeah." <br><br> "It will be immensely dangerous, but I do see what the analysis shows: a non-operative working in this function may be able to fly under the radar, with a ready-made legend. Let me pull a line from another good writer: You are our only hope. Your mother's only hope." <br><br> The tightness in my throat got worse. And my palm //hurt//. I was clenching the pawn and the edges were digging in at my flesh. I looked off. <br><br> "What would you need me to do?" <br><br> "I'll take that as a yes?" <br><br><br> My cheeks were wet. "[[Yes|ACTI006 - Indoctrination]]." <<path $ACTI.search != 3>> An old memory? <<blocked>> $CC.name knew about her Mom in Manila. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].exp ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Deception"].exp -->> <br><br> I shrugged, confused why it mattered, "Kinda like a dartboard? And there was this fight we had years ago and this place always stuck with me." <br><br> A shift of the head and a slight nod, "Good memory." <br><br> <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> "And las night. ZZYZX? And wit dat guy..." Angelo added. <br><br> "Yes. You had an interaction--" <br><br> "With some guy at the club, yeah. Why?" <br><br> "Just...the stars aligning?" <br><br> <</if>> "Thank you?" I was unsure what the subtext was, but it seemed positive. He paused, sitting back on the backless seat, considering me. Then a nod and I could sense Angelo's big body moving away. Privacy. Okay. <br><br> "So, yes. This is your mother's last known location. She's been working here for years--" <br><br> "I know. Bullshit about arrays here. Called her on that years ago." <br><br> "I know." He chuckled and smiled. "And she was close. Operation was nearing an end and then...she went dark. And given the op, we're very concerned for her safety." <br><br> There was a pain in my chest, the words fought to come free from my larynx, "She's dead." <br><br> He sighed, shifting and looked at me firmly, "It's //possible//. But knowing her, I sincerely doubt it. But we're at an impasse and we didn't know how to proceed. And the op is of the highest importance for world safety." <br><br> "Bullshit." <br><br> "You like that word." I shrugged, he smiled. "But I'm not being hyperbolic. Continuing this op immediately is the best chance for her and __legitimately__ millions of people back home. I can't give you details because, you're a civilian." <br><br> I rolled my eyes, "So, why are we here. Why this meeting out of a fucking Ludlum book?" <br><br> "You //do// know that some of the best espionage has been written by people were in the service." <br><br> "Ludlum's just some dude." <br><br> "You're here because we've come to the conclusion that you may be the only way forward." <br><br> "Me." <br><br> "Highly. //Highly// unorthodox, but when I said the stakes were high -- they're willing to do anything. For completion of the operation. Your mother is collateral, but in ''my'' mind? Let's get her too." <br><br> "I'm not a spy." <br><br> "__Highly__--" <br><br> "Unorthodox. Yeah." <br><br> "It will be immensely dangerous, but I do see what the analysis shows: a non-operative working in this function may be able to fly under the radar, with a ready-made legend. Let me pull a line from another good writer: You are our only hope. Your mother's only hope." <br><br> The tightness in my throat got worse. And my palm //hurt//. I was clenching the pawn and the edges were digging in at my flesh. I looked off. <br><br> "What would you need me to do?" <br><br> "I'll take that as a yes?" <br><br><br> My cheeks were wet. "[[Yes|ACTI006 - Indoctrination]]." <<path>> Lie? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Risky"].exp ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Deception"].exp ++>> <br><br> They held all the cards, they didn't deserve my honesty, they didn't deserve //anything// from me. "I've heard good things about how cheap and fun this place can be. And after the bullshit that you and Dad dropped on me the other day--" <br><br> He chuckled, smiling over at Angelo, "Basing it in truth. Good work." I was confused, he had read me like a book. "Maybe some innate talent?" <br><br> "Learned or inherited mebbe--" <br><br> "Mother, like daughter..." <br><br> <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> "And las night. Club ZZYZX? And wit dat guy..." Angelo added. <br><br> "Yes. You had an interaction--" <br><br> "With some guy at the club, yeah. Why?" <br><br> "Just...the stars aligning?" <br><br> <</if>> "Thank you?" I was unsure what the subtext was, but it seemed positive. He paused, sitting back on the backless seat, considering me. Then a nod and I could sense Angelo's big body moving away. Privacy. Okay. <br><br> "So, yes. This is your mother's last known position. She's been working here for years--" <br><br> "I know. Bullshit about arrays here. Called her on that years ago." <br><br> "I know." He chuckled and smiled. "And she was close. Operation was nearing an end and then...she went dark. And given the op, we're very concerned for her safety." <br><br> There was a pain in my chest, the words fought to come free from my larynx, "She's dead." <br><br> He sighed, shifting and looked at me firmly, "It's //possible//. But knowing her, I sincerely doubt it. But we're at an impasse and we didn't know how to proceed. And the op is of the highest importance for world safety." <br><br> "Bullshit." <br><br> "You like that word." I shrugged, he smiled. "But I'm not being hyperbolic. Continuing this op immediately is the best chance for her and __legitimately__ millions of people back home. I can't give you details because, you're a civilian." <br><br> I rolled my eyes, "So, why are we here. Why this meeting out of a fucking Ludlum book?" <br><br> "You //do// know that some of the best espionage has been written by people were in the service." <br><br> "Ludlum's just some dude." <br><br> "You're here because we've come to the conclusion that you may be the only way forward." <br><br> "Me." <br><br> "Highly. //Highly// unorthodox, but when I said the stakes were high -- they're willing to do anything. For completion of the operation. Your mother is collateral, but in ''my'' mind? Let's get her too." <br><br> "I'm not a spy." <br><br> "__Highly__--" <br><br> "Unorthodox. Yeah." <br><br> "It will be immensely dangerous, but I do see what the analysis shows: a non-operative working in this function may be able to fly under the radar, with a ready-made legend. Let me pull a line from another good writer: You are our only hope. Your mother's only hope." <br><br> The tightness in my throat got worse. And my palm //hurt//. I was clenching the pawn and the edges were digging in at my flesh. I looked off. <br><br> "What would you need me to do?" <br><br> "I'll take that as a yes?" <br><br><br> My cheeks were wet. "[[Yes|ACTI006 - Indoctrination]]." <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Chessboard */ He reached over and kindly slid his fingers under mine and extracted the pawn, placing it in the center of the board. "Thank you. I can tell this matters to you. Now, before we can consider anything official, I have things I need to get out of the way." <br><br> I wiped my face and nodded. My heart was pounding. <<if $CC.opening == "dumb">> This stuff was //real//? This was ''so'' stupid. I was going to be a fucking spy? I __hated__ this shit. <<elseif $CC.opening == "not my thing">> I shook my head unconsciously as the disbelief surfaced -- this was real. I was going to be a spy? //Me//? <<else>> My skin prickled. This was //real//. I was going to be a fucking spy. This was exciting. <</if>> <br><br> "This is going to be exceedingly dangerous. The world that she was in and that you would be in is literally the underworld." His eyes dropped, "This cannot be an official operation. This is completely off the record for many reasons. <<if $CC.age lt 0>> One of the primary ones is you. While what you'll be involved in here is...it can't be on American documents." I got what he was getting at. Rules, regulations, //laws//. " <<else>> /* TODO Cassie: empty else - missed content? */ <</if>> Nothing ''in'' ''particular'' will be required or asked of you. I will be leading the operation and Angelo will be your Case Officer. That will be the line of command and communication. My analysts have insisted that we lean on your natural abilities and your flexibility thanks to not going through the normal procedures and indoctrination. We're relying on you being you." <br><br> Should I be taking offense? Should I be proud? My gut was clenching as my mind wandered into the subtext and implication of what he was saying, what I'd be seeing...maybe needing to do. <br><br><br> "With that out of the way...shall we go and begin working on the things we can say and do?" I nodded, standing and passing the point of [[no return|ACTI007 - Info Dump]]. <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Prof's Office */ Angelo was nowhere to be seen as we left the park and headed north. He let me know that they'd built a dossier on me simply by being my mother's daughter. And then when I dipped, it had triggered all of this: some analyst had taken a flier on the analysis of me. They had presented the option for continuation and Nate had been given the go-ahead. Nate booked a flight and activated Angelo and orchestrated everything that had happened. <br><br> They had assessed that not only did I have the right personality -- but I was just some chick, what about me made me //right//? -- but that they didn't need to do any preparations for me being involved. There was no building of a legend -- he defined the term this time, which meant the story and background on why a 'person' was who they said they were. I could simply be me, looking for my Mom or enjoying myself in the Philippines and no one would bat an eye. Just some chick from America being a chick from America. So...I guess I was a good fit. <br><br><br> The target was an unknown Filipino warlord that had a base of operations that spider-webbed throughout the series of islands. <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> And a club nearby where I was staying was one of the threads. <<else>> And the club I had been to last night was one of the threads. <</if>> He was floored by my selection of location and joked with me about whether or not she had given me any training over the years, maybe seeded intel on purpose. It was in line with how much respect he had for her. Hell if I knew. It actually unsettled me that I could be manipulated at such a deep level. Or was that insightful? All of this was making me feel even more out of sorts, in over my head. <br><br><br> The warlord was an unknown and only known<br> by his codename: <span class="inline-text-input"><<textbox "$ACTI.target" "Jayadewa">></span>. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "His base of operations...">> His base of operations was one of the small islands in or around the Sulu Archipelago. And there was preparing for a devastating nuclear attack on the United States. The reason? Deep-seated hatred for the time and after-effects of our occupation and protectorate time. He blamed all of Filipino issues on America and wanted to exact revenge. And he was close. <br><br> Nate's assessment was that the attack would come within a year. The operation had moved from just trying to remove him years ago -- a rogue entity that posed a potential future threat -- into an actual top-priority threat. And they seemed to be no closer to success, and far closer to world-altering failure. <br><br> The weight on my shoulders suddenly hit Atlassian-levels. I wondered why the fuck I had said yes. Would I actually be able to do something my //trained// mother hadn't been able to do, just because I looked innocuous? Because I was a cute lost puppy that couldn't possibly pose a threat to some evil, violent and sadistic warlord with daddy issues? <br><br> We strolled up into the front doors of the Technological University of the Philippines as Nate was trying to undersell what my objectives would be: find the warlord and or his base island and rescue my mom. I wouldn't be needed to do any of the 'wetwork' -- I was no Ethan Hunt. I was recon, I was infiltration, I was //not// a field agent. <br><br><br> "Welcome to where we will liaise, in person, if needed. You'll be taking some [[night classes|ACTI008 - Processing]]." <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Doubled-over in an empty hallway */ We walked the empty hallways and up the stairs to an office: Nathan Rolles, Adjunct Professor. I raised an eyebrow, he smiled and shrugged, "I don't teach many classes." <br><br> "So, what's next?" <br><br> "This is a lot. You haven't even begun to integrate much of what I've said." The office was organized and felt professorial. <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> <<run $ACTI.knowledge.push("Dossier")>> And on his clean desk was a file that bore my name. So, my life and its analysis was right there. God, that was tempting. <br><br> <</if>> "So. Walk the halls of your new school and give it some thought. Come back for my Office Hours if you want to move forward and we'll hammer out the details." There was a frogginess to his voice that made me wonder how much emotional attachment he had to this operation, to my mother...I thought spies were supposed to be machines. Or maybe it was a play on my susceptible civvy brain. <br><br><br> Wheels within wheels. I shut the door behind me as I started to feel a panic attack at the fringes of my perception. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> And I couldn't stop it. I dropped onto a bench and my breathing left me. I was hunched over, hyperventilating and tears falling to the linoleum floor. I was glad for the vacant hallways because I was having a grade A freakout. I had to save my //mom//? I had to save the <<shake 3s>>world<</shake>>? <<if $CC.age === -2>>I hadn't even finished high school.<<elseif $CC.age === -1>>I hadn't even gone to college.<<else>>My life had just begun.<</if>> How was I going to do this? Wouldn't it just be likely I was walking into a deathtrap or a complete and utter ruining of my life and still fail? I stood, hands on the top of my head, whimpering as I tried to get my breathing under control and settle down. I pressed my forehead against the cool metal of a door, my chest heaving against it. It grounded me. Once I found some control, I went to the bathroom to clean up. <<else>> I had to save my //mom//? I had to save the <<shake 3s>>world<</shake>>? <<if $CC.age === -2>>I hadn't even finished high school.<<elseif $CC.age === -1>>I hadn't even gone to college.<<else>>My life had just begun.<</if>> How was I going to do this? Wouldn't it just be likely I was walking into a deathtrap or a complete and utter ruining of my life and still fail? I stood, hands on the top of my head, whimpering as I tried to get my breathing under control and settle down. I pressed my forehead against the cool metal of a door, my chest heaving against it. It grounded me. It was to the bathroom...I figured might as well do the thing and throw water on my face in realization. <</if>> <br><br><br> Water beaded on my skin as I stared into the mirror, true self-assessment. I had to take solace in who was asking me to do this. And it didn't feel out of desperation. These were the guys who'd just drop Gerard Butler and a bunch of Navy SEALs on a potential site to kill everyone on the off chance that they'd get the baddie. They truly believed I was the best option. Maybe Mom had been prepping me for this for years, like a spare set of keys. <br><br><br> This was crazy, but [[I'd do it|ACTI009 - Acceptance]]. <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<image framed right "act1.poster2.png:My own double oh adventure begins...">> I threw open the door performatively, "I'll do it, teach." I knew that the ruddiness of my cheeks and the color around my eyes didn't hide the processing I'd just done. He flipped a file closed on his desk with a nod and leaned back in his 'teacher' chair. <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>><<run $ACTI.knowledge.pushUnique("Dossier")>>It was my file. He had been reading up on me. He knew more about me than I did. And it was all in black and white right there. Right. There.<</if>> "So." <br><br> "So. Now for the nitty-gritty. <<print $ACTI.target>> has a network of businesses that keep his criminal enterprise afloat -- to acquire and utilize nuclear weaponry is not cheap. That's probably the in-road to finding him, but how you do it is up to you. Back to those enterprises. They are rife with drugs and sex. They are people outside of the law -- and law in the Philippines is both incredibly strict and very porous. The drug war here is about as big a deal as in Mexico and South America, and you'll be diving head first into the community of drug traffickers." I sat across from him, chin resting in my hands as I tried to digest all of this. <br><br><br> He continued, a monologue of red flags and concerns that made this all the more appetizing. What was I doing? "There will be situations where drugs and alcohol will be expected to fit in. And...sex. It's a highly male dominated environment and they are not concerned with laws, let alone societal or female preferences. Are you comfortable with that?" <div id="comfort"> <<crossroads #comfort>> <<path $bodies.size gt 10>> "Nate. This wouldn't be the first time I've been in those kinda situations." <<contents>> <br><br> "Nate. This wouldn't be the first time I've been in those kinda situations. <br><br> He nodded, "We know. But I needed to hear it from you." A firm look and my shrug and playful grin made him smile, "Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]." <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> "Honestly? I am finding this exciting." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough. <<contents>> <br><br> "Honestly? I am finding this exciting." <br><br> He nodded, "We figured so, but I needed to hear it from you." A firm look and I gave a giggle, letting the emotion out and it made him smile, "Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]." <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> "I can navigate my way through it. I'll figure it out." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't confident enough. <<contents>> <br><br> "I can navigate my way through it. I'll figure it out." <br><br> He nodded, "We figured so, but I needed to hear it from you." A firm look and I returned it with a firm nod, "Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]." <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> "So...I'll have to...oh. Okay." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't suggestible and excitable enough. <<contents>> <br><br> "So...I'll have to...oh. Okay." <br><br> His hands spread in a platitude. "I'm not prescribing anything. We're not prescribing anything. Just detailing the situation." <br><br> A firm look and I nodded, "I'll do it. I can do it." <br><br> "Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]." <<path>> "I have to be, don't I?" <<contents>> <br><br> "I have to be, don't I?" <br><br> His hands spread in a platitude. "I'm not prescribing anything. We're not prescribing anything. Just detailing the situation." A firm look, I sighed awkwardly and nodded. "Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]." <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> "You'll remain at the RedDoorz. Sorry." He shrugged and smiled, "But it makes sense for your legend. And you built it yourself, remember. Maybe at some point a shift will make sense. But until then, you've gotta deal with its lovely atmosphere." <br><br> Fuck, that sucked. I thought Bond got to live in the lap of luxury. But I guess I understood his meaning. Didn't want to throw up any flags. <br><br> "You are you. No nickname, no code name. Angelo will be your Case Officer, as I mentioned, and anything we need will be passed through him and anything you need to tell us will be passed through him. If there's //anything// that you are uncomfortable with, it is up to you to bubble that up. He'll do his best to keep you as safe as possible, but if we don't know, we can't help. And we should know everything anyway. The slightest detail might give us the answers we need." <br><br> Everything? They needed to know the details of things that might happen? But I understood that I'd be essentially on my own and needed support in a very disconnected way. <br><br> "You'll be your own operative, and we trust you to choose what to do and how to approach it. We'll be there for suggestions and aid where needed, but there's a reason you're our choice." He smiled, standing. "Good luck." <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> "Oh. Uh, awkward but...you might need this?" He pulled a box out of his pocket and handed me the Plan B. How did he know? Fuck this //is// awkward. "Do you want...anything? Just, precautions...you know." He was uncomfortable, but offering me birth control. <br><br> <div id="BC"> <<crossroads #BC>> <<path>> "Yes. Absolutely." <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Confident"].exp -->> <<set $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].exp ++>> <br><br> And after some thought, I told him, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>>. <br><br> "We'll get that squared away for you." <br><br> I smiled and gave an awkward wave. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|EXIT]] for the US government. <<path>> "No. I'll be fine." <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Confident"].exp ++>><<set $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].exp -->> <br><br> "Oh, uh. Okay. You know yourself well enough." <br><br> I nodded, "Thanks for this, though." Waving the box awkwardly as I smiled. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|EXIT]] for the US government. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> "Oh. Uh, awkward but we know that you are...not taking birth control. Do you want...anything? Just, precautions...you know." He was uncomfortable, but offering me birth control. <div id="BC"> <<crossroads #BC>> <<path>> "Yes. Absolutely." <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Confident"].exp -->> <<set $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].exp ++>> <br><br> And after some thought, I told him, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>>. <br><br><br> "We'll get that squared away for you." <br><br> I smiled and gave an awkward wave. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|EXIT]] for the US government. <<path>> "No. I'll be fine." <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Confident"].exp ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].exp -->> <br><br> "Oh, uh. Okay. You know yourself well enough." <br><br> I nodded, "Thanks for this, though." Waving the box awkwardly as I smiled. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|EXIT]] for the US government. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<else>> I smiled and gave an awkward wave. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|EXIT]] for the US government. <</if>> <</nobr>><img class="image cover" src="img/Blue_Swallow.png"> Welcome to Blue Swallow<sup>©</sup>: Adult American Spy Thriller. You control the action of our main protagonist, our heroine who has been thrust from a normal life into going undercover to save her family and save her country. Who is she? How did she end up in this position? Will she succeed? ...What will she have to do to accomplish her mission? <<nobr>> <<if !settings.hint>> [[You decide|Help]]. <<else>> [[You decide|CC001 - Origin]]. <</if>> <</nobr>> <<paperscrap>> ⛔ This is a sexpionage adventure game for adults only. <br><br> If you're under 18, if adult material offends you, or if it's illegal for you to view adult material, __please__ __leave__ __now__. <br><br> All sexual content within this game occurs between consenting persons who are legally able to do so. <</paperscrap>><<nobr>> <div id="open"> <header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Prologue<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>The Origin Story<</type>></h2> </header> <<timed 5s t8n>> It's no: "The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high gambling -- a compost of greed and fear and nervous tension -- becomes unbearable and the senses awake and revolt from it." <br><br> This story begins...<<link "differently">> <<replace "#open" t8n>> <<shake Infinity 3.6s 0.25>> <<video "img/OriginSex.mp4" "img/OriginSex.png">> <</shake>> <<timed 2s t8n>> <br><br> <div id="his"> He was <<listbox "$CC.dad">> <<option "hers" 3>> <<option "a big mistake" -3>> <<option "intoxicating" 1>> <</listbox>>. <br><br> Biting his lip, he was focused on staving off the inevitable -- he didn't want to surprise her and disappoint. He drove himself into her, intent on her reactions: Would she be surprised if he...oh... <br><br> It was <<linkexpand "//close//...">> close! <br><br> <<shake 3s>>Thrusting.<</shake>> <br><br> <<link "''Grunting.''">><<replace "#his" t8n>> She was <<hover>> <<listbox "$CC.position">> <<option "riding" 1>> <<option "bent over" -1>> <<option "on her back" 0>> <</listbox>> <<tipHint>>Nurture: Actions speak loudly to the people taking them. <</hover>>, body bouncing from the impact of his hips. <br><br> She could feel his intensity: fire and steel with his impending end. <br><br> <<linkexpand "Shit...">> Shit! <<timed 1s>> <br><br> But she wanted to <<shake 2s>>cum<</shake>>. <br><br> <<next 1s>> His cock shoved her open, making room for what would come. <br><br> <<next 1.25s>> She //gyrated//. <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<next 1.25s>> Panting. Trying to get there. <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<next 1s>> She <<hover>> <<listbox "$CC.mom">> <<option "was trying for me" 3>> <<option "was too drunk to be careful" -2>> <<option "thought he was wearing protection" -3>> <<option "was trapping him" -1>> <<option "was forgetful this week" 1>> <<option "believed his promise" -2>> <</listbox>> <<tipHint>>Nurture: And it takes two to tango. <</hover>>. <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<next 1s>> <<shake 2.25s>> [[In and out.|CC002 - OriginSex]] <</shake>> <<scrollIntoView>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> <</linkexpand>> <<hint>> Huh? You might be asking yourself, 'What is going on here?' <br><br> Blue Swallow will allow you to make choices that seem a bit...opaque...but they may have long-lasting effects. Or in this case...kind of? <br><br> Here and in following sections, we're trying to understand the relationship between our main character's parents. //And// we're defining the kind of sex they had that created her. <br><br> So the choices you see here, while not clearly spelled out, are getting to the core of one of the things that will make her who she is. <br><br> ''Nurture'': The types of people around our protagonist can certainly affect who she is and the life she leads. None of these choices directly affect her skills and abilities, but will set up the kind of situation she grows up in -- which may have knock-on effects. <</hint>> </div> <</timed>> <</replace>><</link>>. <</timed>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $CC.conception = $CC.mom + $CC.dad + $CC.position>> She pawed at him, squealing from the penetration. <br><br> <<timed 1s>> It hit deeply inside her. <br><br> <<next>> Deep. <br><br> <<next>> Shit. <br><br> <<next 1.5s>> That's //deep//. <br><br> <<next>> <<shake 4s>> <<if $CC.conception gte 3>>[[They made love.|CC003 - Conception]] <<elseif $CC.conception lt -1 && $CC.conception gte -3>>[[They fucked.|CC003 - Conception]] <<elseif $CC.conception lte -4>>[[He railed her.|CC003 - Conception]] <<else>>[[They had sex.|CC003 - Conception]]<</if>> <</shake>> <</timed>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* TODO: Add flavor for these sections and $CC.mom and $CC.dad variables -- patron request */ <<silently>> /* <<unset $CC.position>> */ <</silently>> <<if $CC.conception gte 3>> Her hands stroked his chest, fingers digging into his moistened skin. They weren't in any rush, reveling in the pleasure and the beauty of the other's naked body. <br><br><br> She encouraged him, "That's it, goooood boy." <br><br><br> He shook his head with a bemused smile, but his rhythm didn't stutter. He drove deeply, his crotch crashing into hers as his cock stuffed inside her to the absolute limits of his length. <br><br> She felt the pressure deep inside her at every inward stroke, until the ultimate moment. They pressed tightly against each other, clutching at their tensing muscles and feeling each other reach crescendo. <br><br> A moment where the silence was punctuated only by their ragged breaths. <br><br><br> Meanwhile, ''//I//'' was being [[created|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception lte -1 && $CC.conception gte -3>> Their hormones raged, bodies competing with each other for pleasure. <br><br> It had all happened in a flash. Clothes flew off their bodies, torn off in a flurry to get naked and behave like absolute animals. <br><br> Selfishness reigned supreme: they unabashedly slammed their bodies against one another ignoring any pain, seeking orgasm as quickly as possible. <br><br> An orgasm that brought something besides pleasure [[with it|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception == -1>> She got off multiple times despite feeling __nothing__ for the man. As he clutched at her, emptying himself inside her, she thought, "Well, at least it was a great fuck." <br><br> She crossed her fingers, too late for anything else. His sperm, though, didn't care much for [[luck|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception == -2>> His average performance had her feeling disappointed as his eyes rolled back in his release. <br><br> Yet before the dissatisfaction could take hold, orgasm exploded within her. His last powerful thrust and the intense feeling of his semen invading her body, thankfully bringing her bliss. <br><br> She spasmed and gasped, his sperm taking full advantage of her [[distraction|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception == -3>> He was off in his own little world. Unable to follow her subtle hints or directions he remained oblivious as he fucked her. <br><br> Uncaring staring off above her, he pounded away mercilessly excited by the moment of taking her. <br><br> She realized quickly that cumming was in the cards for //her//, relenting to simply adjusting -- avoiding discomfort rather than seek pleasure. <br><br> And then he grabbed her firmly, already nutting hard deeply inside her. He either liked seeing her reaction or just ignored it, enjoying his climax while she waited. She got [[knocked up|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception lt -3>> As he held her still, like a fucktoy, she wondered what had gone wrong. Somewhere the evening had gone from fun to having this guy casually banging her out. <br><br> She felt him unromantically jamming his hard cock inside her without abandon, completely out of tune to anything other than his pleasure. <br><br> She listened to him, "Good girl, //take// that ''cock''." <br><br> He grinned broadly at his conquest, throwing his head back in finality while pressing roughly against her crotch as her pussy brought him to orgasm, his semen spewing thickly inside her. <br><br> Just another disappointment. One that felt incredible for him for half a minute, and had [[long lasting ramifications|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception == 0>> Their bodies smacked against each other, a familiar pattern each of them had learned over the years. This angle, that speed...and...//there//. A contented climax, typical of their lovemaking as she lay there tensed, body trembling slightly. <br><br> He followed soon after. She felt his cock pulsing inside her as their session came to an end. <br><br> It was good. Not especially memorable and she couldn't for the life of her have told you that it was ''this'' encounter that had been [[so decisive|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception == 1>> There was a passion, intensity, and focus on her, she could see the look in his eyes as he thrust excitedly, trying to find that combination that unlocked her. <br><br> She came. <br><br> A crescendo they were both seeking. <br><br> Her head flew back crying out in ecstasy as he gave in to his own desires, quickly thrusting as deep as he could to unleash his seed while she was in the throws. <br><br> Something felt special about those five or so minutes, and soon she knew [[why|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception == 2>> She was overwhelmed. Cumming //again// -- how was that ''possible''? "Chr//ist//!" There was a pleading pitch to her cries now. <br><br> Her hands pressed and pushed, as if she were fighting off death itself, her body screaming at her for some relief from these reliefs. <br><br> He chuckled and smiled proudly as he ignored her, continuing without a second thought, trying to extend her orgasm. <br><br> He was sweaty; she was a sloppy mess. He wondered what would happen first: his muscles giving out or his ability to keep his own orgasm at bay. <br><br> She had lost count. He had lost count, his brain far more occupied with...and there it was. <br><br> She collapsed as he finished. He gave a disappointed shake of his head, unable to keep increasing her count, as his control gave way to the massive load that he'd been edging. <br><br> She laughed as her brain melted. His sperm laughed, too, their incredible numbers gave her [[no chance|CC004 - Household]]. <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<silently>> /* <<unset $CC.conception>> */ <<set _motherOptions = { 'excited' : 'loved', 'too young' : 'young', 'ready again' :'family' }>> <<if $CC.mom !== "was trying for me" || $CC.mom !== "was trapping him">> <<set _motherOptions["who didn't want me"] = 'unwanted'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mom !== "was trying for me" || $CC.mom !== "was trapping him">> <<set _motherOptions['who felt I ruined her life'] = 'hated'>> <</if>> <</silently>> <div id = "origin"> How's //that// for an origin story? <br><br> My literal origin. <br><br> Luckily, I don't have ''actual'' knowledge of those...//seminal// moments of my life. <br><br><br> <<timed 1.5s>> Ha. <br><br> <<next>> Okay. <br><br> <<next>> Fine. <br><br><br> <div id="cc004-1"></div> <<next>> <<replace #cc004-1 t8n>> You might think it's too far back or irrelevant, but you'd be surprised how even tiny events or differences I've found to have important repercussions. <br><br> I only have to assume that something from the very beginning, coupled with everything else along the way, brought me to my own spy story. <br><br> And, I'd argue, incredibly relevant that sex starts the story, right? <br><br><br> La petite mort <<link "du petit">> <<replace "#origin" t8n>> <<scrollIntoView>> So there I was. <br> <<hint>> Here you are actually affecting how she looks. Now, this is very true to real life: two blonde, blue-eyed people sometimes have a child with brown hair. So here you're affecting the options of her genome, but not the final result of who she is. <br><br> ''Phenotype'': Sometimes, personality traits might be tied to a person's gene pool. Also, a parent's traits might be passed on to their children through nature //or// nurture. <br><br> And pretty people tend to make pretty children. <</hint>> <br><br><br> Inside a woman <<listbox '$CC.mother' autoselect>><<optionsfrom _motherOptions>><</listbox>> to be my mother. <br><br> She stood <<listbox "$CC.Fheight" autoselect>> <<option "short" -1>> <<option "average" 0>> <<option "tall" +1>> <</listbox>> compared to other women, and looks-wise, she was <<listbox "$CC.Flooks" autoselect>> <<option "cute" 1>> <<option "pretty" 2>> <<option "beautiful" 3>> <<option "a goddess" 4>> <</listbox>> with <<listbox "$CC.Fskin" autoselect>> <<option "alabaster">><<option "ebony">><<option "fair">><<option "olive">> <</listbox>> complexion, who had caught his attention because <<listbox "$CC.Ftrait" autoselect>> <<option "of her quirkiness" "Quirky">> <<option "of how easy she was" "Slutty">> <<option "of the book she was reading" "Smart">> <<option "well, she practically jumped him" "Confident">> <<option "of her personality, honestly" "Popular">> <<option "of her laugh" "Funny">> <<option "he thought she was fucking hot" "looks">> <</listbox>> <br><br> Or...maybe it was her <<listbox "$CC.Feyes" autoselect>><<option "blue">><<option "brown">><<option "green">><<option "hazel">><<option "gray">><</listbox>> eyes. <br><br> Or simply, her <<listbox "$CC.Fhair" autoselect>> <<option "blonde">><<option "red">><<option "brown">><<option "black">> <</listbox>>, <<listbox "$CC.FhairStyle" autoselect>> <<option "straight">><<option "curly">><<option "wavy">> <</listbox>> hair. <br><br><br><br> <<linkexpand "He, on the other hand...">> He, on the other hand, was a <<listbox "$CC.Mskin" autoselect>> <<option "black">><<option "latin">><<option "white">><<option "eastern">> <</listbox>>, <<listbox "$CC.Mheight" autoselect>> <<option "squat" -1>> <<option "normal" 0>> <<option "towering" +1>> <</listbox>> man with a <<listbox "$CC.Meyes" autoselect>> <<option "blue">><<option "brown">><<option "green">><<option "hazel">><<option "gray">> <</listbox>> gaze and <<listbox "$CC.Mhair" autoselect>> <<option "no">><<option "blonde">><<option "red">><<option "brown">><<option "black">> <</listbox>> hair. <br><br> She found him <<listbox "$CC.Mlooks" autoselect>> <<option "gross" -1>> <<option "average" 0>> <<option "cute" 1>> <<option "handsome" 2>> <<option "infuriatingly attractive" 3>> <</listbox>>, but if it weren't for his <<listbox "$CC.Mtrait" autoselect>> <<option "cute awkwardness" "Awkward">> <<option "ability to fuck" "Slutty">> <<option "grand ideas" "Smart">> <<option "unmistakable magnetism" "Confident">> <<option "ability to draw a crowd" "Popular">> <<option "incredible jokes" "Funny">> <<option "smile" "looks">> <<option "money, without a doubt" "money">> <</listbox>>, maybe I wouldn't be here now. <br><br> I always considered him <<listbox "$CC.father" autoselect>> <<option "an abusive prick" "abusive">> <<option "loving and attentive" "loving">> <<option "only a memory" "gone">> <<option "...present" "absent">> <</listbox>>. <br><br><br><br> And...that's who made [[me|CC005 - Who]]. <br><br><br><br> <<hint>> ''Phenotype'' <br><br> Blue Swallow has many opportunities, like this one, to affect the MC -- Let's call her Claire. <br><br> You might be surprised, but this is an opportunity to affect her appearance. <br><br> You might be used to choices that are links. While those exist, options, like these one, affect Claire's physical traits. <br><br> While not //exactly// a Punnett square, Claire's eventual looks are definitely determined by the two people who made her. Kind of like you're doing now. <</hint>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>> <</link>> Le Carré. <<scrollIntoView>> <</replace>> <</timed>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $CC.month = ["JAN","FEB","MAR","APR","MAY","JUN","JUL","AUG","SEP","OCT","NOV","DEC"].random()>> <<set $CC.day = random(1,29)>> <<set $CC.year = 2004>> <div id="who"> <<silently>> <<set _Opening = [ "hard to follow", "exciting", "unrealistic" ]>> <<done>> <<run $('#cycle-opening').click( ()=>{ $('#opening').empty().wiki('$CC.opening'); })>> <</done>> <</silently>> <div id="birth-certificate" class="paper-form"> <h1>Birth certificate</h1> <fieldset> <label>Name: <<textbox "$CC.name" "Claire">></label> <label>Family name: <<textbox "$CC.surname" "Campbell">></label> <label>Date of birth: <input class="redacted" readonly value="" /></label> </fieldset> <fieldset> <legend>Parents:</legend> <label>Father: <input readonly class="redacted" value="" /></label> <label>Mother: <input readonly class="redacted" value="" /></label> </fieldset> <fieldset> <legend>Details:</legend> <label>Weight: <input readonly value="7 lb 2 oz" /></label> <label>Height: <input readonly value='19.4 inches' /></label> </fieldset> <fieldset style="display: block"> <legend>Additional notes:</legend> 10/10 Apgar score. Important to note <span class="redacted">Ha, nice try!. You thought you can find it out by inspecting the code? Not so quick!</span>. <br> ------ <br> <br> </fieldset> </div> <br><br> <<timed 1s t8n>> <<dialogHint "Choices Matter" 'popup'>> This choice and other early moments, rather than links or drop-downs, are cycled. <br><br> Wherever you see: <span class="macro-cycle"></span>, click on the <span class="macro-cycle">words</span> until you are happy with the result, which will affect Claire's personality. <br><br> Some of choices will be embedded in story elements. Like here - MC's __name__ and __family name__ on her birth certificate. <</dialogHint>> <</timed>> That's me! <br><br> The Sydney Bristow, Evelyn Salt, or Kim Possible of the real world. Maybe, just like Bond was modeled after Fleming's experiences, there will be some famous spy created from my adventures. <br><br> I had always found the whole spy thing <<cycle "$CC.opening" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _Opening>><</cycle>>. Wheels within wheels, double crosses, world-threatening crises...but those things didn't really happen. <br><br> Jason Bourne, Jack Ryan, Nikita, Hanna, Natasha Romanova and Yelena Belova, even Severus Snape -- but especially Alec Leamas -- were who they were because of their origin stories. __Stories__. <br><br> But all those movies, all those books hinted at what was really happening. What ''I'' would be a part of. So much for fantasy, <<linkexpand "so much for <span id='opening'>$CC.opening</span>.">> so much for <span id='opening'>$CC.opening</span>. <br><br> <<hint>>This selection, for example, can affect Claire's Stability, Sophistication, and Suggestibility<</hint>> <br> I was driven back from the hospital to my childhood home<br> in <<cycle "$CC.hometown" autoselect>> <<option "Los Angeles, California" "LA">> <<option "New York, New York" "NY">> <<option "Birmingham, Alabama" "AL">> <<option "Seattle, Washington" "WA">> <<option "a small town, nowhere of note" "NO">> <</cycle>>. <br><br><br> And inside that <<link "home">> <<replace "#who" t8n>> <<silently>> /* <<unset $CC.mom, $CC.dad>> */ <<if $CC.opening == "unrealistic">><<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.opening == "exciting">><<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.opening == "hard to follow">><<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value -->><</if>> <<if $CC.Fskin == "alabaster">> <<if $CC.Mskin == "black">><<set $Body.skin = either("white", "golden", "black")>><</if>> <<if $CC.Mskin == "white">><<set $Body.skin = either("white", "fair")>><</if>> <<if $CC.Mskin == "latin">><<set $Body.skin = either("white", "fair", "olive")>><</if>> <<if $CC.Mskin == "eastern">><<set $Body.skin = either("white", "fair")>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.Fskin == "ebony">> <<if $CC.Mskin == "black">><<set $Body.skin = "black">><</if>> <<if $CC.Mskin == "white">><<set $Body.skin = either("white", "black", "golden")>><</if>> <<if $CC.Mskin == "latin">><<set $Body.skin = either("golden", "black")>><</if>> <<if $CC.Mskin == "eastern">><<set $Body.skin = either("fair", "golden", "black")>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.Fskin == "fair">> <<if $CC.Mskin == "black">><<set $Body.skin = either("fair", "golden", "black")>><</if>> <<if $CC.Mskin == "white">><<set $Body.skin = either("white", "fair")>><</if>> <<if $CC.Mskin == "latin">><<set $Body.skin = either("fair", "olive")>><</if>> <<if $CC.Mskin == "eastern">><<set $Body.skin = either("white", "fair")>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.Fskin == "olive">> <<if $CC.Mskin == "black">><<set $Body.skin = either("golden", "olive", "black")>><</if>> <<if $CC.Mskin == "white">><<set $Body.skin = either("white", "fair", "olive")>><</if>> <<if $CC.Mskin == "latin">><<set $Body.skin = either("olive", "fair")>><</if>> <<if $CC.Mskin == "eastern">><<set $Body.skin = either("fair", "olive")>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.FhairStyle == "wavy">><<set $Body.style = either("wavy", "curly", "straight")>><</if>> <<if $CC.FhairStyle == "straight">><<set $Body.style = either("wavy", "straight")>><</if>> <<if $CC.FhairStyle == "curly">><<set $Body.style = either("wavy", "curly")>><</if>> <<set $Body.eyes = either($CC.Meyes, $CC.Feyes)>> <<set _wealthOptions = { "they earned a lot and I reaped the benefits" : 4, "they made sure I had the newest shiny things; everyone else was stuck with holdovers from the 90's" : 3, "thanks to hand-me-downs and generosity" : 2, "when there was anything extra, it was mine" : 1, "what little there was ended up in my lap, no one else had anything at all" : 0 }>> <<if $CC.Mtrait == "money">> <<set _wealthOptions['because the bank account seemed bottomless'] = 5>> <</if>> <<set _parentsOptions = {}>> <<if $CC.mother == "loved">> <<set _parentsOptions['even though there was a gaping hole'] = 'separated'>> <<if $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions['and home felt full'] = 'together'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father !== "loving">> <<set _parentsOptions['though the day to day was rough'] = 'hurt'>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother == "young">> <<set _parentsOptions = { "There was a revolving door of 'dads' in my life" : 'separated', }>> <<if $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions["They struggled too, and we made it through"] = 'together'>> <<set _parentsOptions["Because she didn't know how to handle him -- he handled us"] = 'hurt'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father !== "loving">> <<set _parentsOptions["Because now, Mom realized she didn't want me"] = "adopted">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother == "unwanted">> <<set _parentsOptions = { "Me coming into the world broke them" : 'separated', "But I didn't need much reminding. I wear the scars every day" : 'hurt' }>> <<if $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions["I was a by-product of them, and ''they'' certainly seemed happy"] = 'together'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father !== "loving">> <<set _parentsOptions["And that's about the only reference I have for them"] = "adopted">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother == "hated">> <<set _parentsOptions = { 'until she decided to just leave it all behind. Out of sight, out of mind' : 'separated', }>> <<if $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions['and I was a pawn between them, or shoved to the sidelines'] = 'together'>> <<set _parentsOptions['or, more appropriately, I was the battlefield'] = 'hurt'>> <<if $CC.father !== "loving">> <<set _parentsOptions['even from the moment I left that house'] = 'adopted'>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother == "family">> <<set _parentsOptions = { 'Except to my grandparents, who helped out' : 'separated', 'Still, in special moments, my head got to peek above the pack' : 'together' }>> <<if $CC.father == "loving">> <<set _parentsOptions['Except to Dad'] = 'together'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">> <<set _parentsOptions["Since Dad's attention was so fickle, and focused"] = 'hurt'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father !== "loving" && $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions['And she clutched onto us to keep every semblance of togetherness'] = 'together'>> <</if>> <</if>> <</silently>> Well. <br><br> That's where this //agent// -- I can't stop laughing when I say that -- grew up. <<if $CC.mother == "loved">> <br> It was warm and I certainly was doted upon. I had anything I wanted, <<cycle "$CC.wealth" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _wealthOptions>><</cycle>>. <br><br> Growing up felt complete, <<cycle "$CC.parents" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _parentsOptions>><</cycle>>. <br><br> I honestly can't complain. Or, really, [[shouldn't|CC006 - Homelife]]. <<elseif $CC.mother == "young">> <br> It was a struggle. <br><br> Some times I had to be the adult, long before I should have. <<cycle "$CC.parents" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _parentsOptions>><</cycle>>. <br><br> But honestly, I wouldn't be who I am today without [[the journey|CC006 - Homelife]], right? And I had a model of what to avoid. <<elseif $CC.mother == "unwanted">> <br> I was watching home videos -- don't ask me why. Dad was in a digitization phase. <br><br> In the videos, seeing the look on her face, you could tell energy between them was fucking ebullient. <br><br> And there's one, the day that I was brought home that answered the question if I was a mistake. <<cycle "$CC.parents" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _parentsOptions>><</cycle>>. <br><br> But I'm here, for better or worse, and still have [[to keep going|CC006 - Homelife]]. <<elseif $CC.mother == "hated">> <br> The fact that I'm here today is an absolute miracle. <br><br> It was a battlefield every day, <<cycle "$CC.parents" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _parentsOptions>><</cycle>>. <br><br> But I'm thankful for it, because that home gave me bearings on [[the world|CC006 - Homelife]], especially the life I found myself in. <<elseif $CC.mother == "family">> <br> It was raucous and lively, that's for sure. <br><br> But a part of me always felt I was a number, not so much any 'special addition' to the brood. <<cycle "$CC.parents" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _parentsOptions>><</cycle>>. <br><br> But it made for interesting times and a lot of [[opportunities|CC006 - Homelife]]. <</if>> <</replace>> <</link>>? <</linkexpand>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<silently>> <<set _rents = false>> <<if $CC.parents == "together" || $CC.parents == "hurt">> <<set $CC.mom = 1>> <<set $CC.dad = 1>> <<set _rents = true>> <<elseif $CC.parents == "adopted">> <<set $CC.mom = 0>> <<set $CC.dad = 0>> <<set _rents = true>> <<elseif $CC.parents == "separated" && $CC.mother == "hated">> <<set $CC.mom = 0>> <<set $CC.dad = 1>> <<set _rents = true>> <</if>> <<if _rents == false>> <<set $CC.mom = 1>> <<set $CC.dad = 0>> <<if $CC.father == "gone">> <<set $CC.dad = 2>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mom == 0>> <<set $CC.MName = "Emily">> <<else>> <<set $CC.MName = "Elle">> <</if>> <<if $CC.dad == 0>> <<set $CC.DName = "Arvin">> <<set $CC.EDName = "Jake">> <<else>> <<set $CC.DName = "Jake">> <</if>> <<if $Body.skin == "white">> <<set _ethnOpts = [ "British Isles", "Scandinavian", "Slavic", "Central European", "Southern European", "Latin", "Middle Eastern" ]>> <<elseif $Body.skin == "golden">> <<set _ethnOpts = [ "Slavic", "Southern European", "Latin", "Asian", "Pacific Islander", "Native American", "Middle Eastern" ]>> <<elseif $Body.skin == "black">> <<set _ethnOpts = [ "Caribbean", "West African", "Central African", "Middle Eastern", "Australian", "East African", ]>> <<elseif $Body.skin == "fair">> <<set _ethnOpts = [ "British Isles", "Scandinavian", "Slavic", "Central European", "Southern European", "Latin", "Asian", "Pacific Islander", "Native American", "Middle Eastern" ]>> <<else>> <<set _ethnOpts = [ "Slavic", "Southern European", "Latin" "Pacific Islander", "Native American", "Middle Eastern" ]>> <</if>> <<set $CC.ethnicity = _ethnOpts.random()>> <</silently>> <<if $CC.mother === "loved">> <<set $CC.bank = 3>> <<else>> As far as being a have or have-not, <<cycle "$CC.bank">> <<option "beg, borrow, or steal, we did what we had to do to survive" 0>> <<option "there were some scary moments" 1>> <<option "there were good times and bad" 2>> <<option "it was nothing lavish, but we never suffered" 3>> <<option "we had more than most" 4>> <</cycle>>. <br><br><br> <</if>> <<if $CC.parents == "together">> <<if ["unwanted", "hated"].includes($CC.mother)>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> While I was ''there'', I quickly learned to be invisible. <br><br> And that had its advantages. You want alone time? Easy. You want to go out? They weren't calling your ass wondering when you were getting home. <br><br> It was nice to see them together. <br><br> In its own weird way, that was a healthy and <<linkexpand "good model for me.">>good model for me. <br><br><br> I saw other homes and…well at least I was fed, clothed, and they were dependable. Even if it took me asking sometimes. <br><br> When Mom traveled for work -- and <<print $CC.MName>> did it a lot -- I actually had a great time. <br><br> It afforded me time that was just me and, <<print $CC.DName>>, Dad. It was different and nice. <br><br> Sure, there was a sense of a vacancy waiting to be filled, but we were compatriots holding down the fort in the meantime. <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value += 2>> It's weird to think of having an 'idealized' family. <br><br> It wasn't some black-and-white thing, but compared to how every representation now is blended or fractured or...whatever. <br><br> My sandwiches, sure, were cut corner to corner -- the best way. <<print $CC.EDName>>, my dad showed up and on-time. <br><br> Okay, it was stifling from time to time, sure. It was warm, though. It was comfy. It still makes me <<linkexpand "smile.">>smile. <br><br><br> Thank <<if $CC.freetime == "church">>God<<else>>god<</if>> for stability. <br><br> When Mom traveled was an interesting time -- and <<print $CC.MName>> did it a lot. <br><br> It gave me some moments where it was just me and Dad. It was different and nice. <br><br> Sure, there was a sense of a vacancy we were both waiting to be filled, but we were compatriots holding down the fort. <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<elseif $CC.parents == "adopted">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -= 2>> They weren't my parents. Biologically. And you feel it, maybe at a genetic level. <<cycle "$CC.adoptive">> <<option "My grandparents" "grandparents">> <<option "My uncle" "uncle">> <<option "The foster system" "foster">> <</cycle>> took care of me well enough. <br><br> It was all I knew, so I can't say whether it was 'normal' or the same feeling of 'home' as anyone else has. <br><br> And it definitely was something whispered just out of earshot. I got glances, suspicion -- curiosity. And pity. <br><br> Yet, here I am! Funny how it all shakes out in the wash, <<linkexpand "eh?">>eh? <br><br><br> The topic of *them". <br><br> The 'others,' the ones from before, came up from time to time, especially when I was younger and understood the relationship but not quite the __why__ of it. <br><br> There was a bit of a sigh and carefully planned responses, as it they had prepared this from the beginning. <br><br> And they only really talked about -- blamed -- my Dad, Jake. They skirted the topic of, Elle, Mom. <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.parents == "hurt">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> Look. I don't want to talk about it. <br><br> It wasn't forever. Clearly. It was home. <br><br> Now it's not. Rearview mirror and whatnot. <br><br> Let's move on. <<linkexpand "Nothing to see here.">>Nothing to see here. <br><br><br> Why? <br><br> Well, when ''your'' mom gallants to the ends of the Earth like a perpetual motion machine and you're left to deal with everything else? <br><br> Then we can have a frank conversation. How about that. <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.parents == "separated">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<if $CC.mother == "hated">> <<print $CC.DName>> took care of me as best he could. <br><br> There was a look in his eye of "I'm sorry, <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> Maybe I'm putting that on him and that's not fair. Ultimately, I love him and he certainly loved me -- besides the other women in his life. <br><br> It's weird, but in a way, I think we both can thank dear old Elle for being the cause for us forming that bond. <br><br> Would I have wanted it another way? I don't know. Whatever damage she caused, whatever he or I lost out on because of her, I can only imagine how much worse it would have been if she <<linkexpand "had been there.">>had been there. <br><br><br> I asked about her. <br><br> Once. <br><br> And all I could register was pain, and a deep-seated reason why there was no answer. <br><br> He knew, but he didn't want me to. To protect me. <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.mother == "young">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> I'm not going to try and explain why Elle was the way she was. <br><br> Other parents and people certainly tried to do that and I'll leave it to them. <br><br> I can say we had a fun and interesting household and I certainly bonded with her in ways that only could have happened because we weren't that far apart. <br><br> We weren't that different. When someone mentions "dad," it isn't the guy that made me -- Jake -- that's for sure. <br><br> And. Maybe there are a few different ones that pop into my mind. <br><br> In some ways that was super cool, because there wasn't some father complex or over-protectiveness. <br><br> And overall, she <<linkexpand "seemed happy.">>seemed happy. <br><br><br> The only time I saw a crack in that facade was when she returned from a junket -- she traveled a ton. <br><br> And a new man on her arm wouldn't have been surprising. <br><br> I think that's why I was able to see the shift in her eyes as she relaxed back into being here, at home, with me. <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> It was mostly Mom's world and we were living in it. <br><br> She decided when Dad got time -- whether it was weekends, this week or that week, this break or that month -- consistency be damned. <br><br> At times, it felt like badminton and I was the shuttlecock. <br><br> No, not tennis. I wasn't flying at crazy speeds, I was more... <<linkexpand "on the float.">> on the float. <br><br><br> I'm not totally reliant on those two. Thank <<if $CC.freetime == "church">>God<<else>>god<</if>>. <br><br> And no, for all their apparent disagreements, the court was not __that__ involved in my life, I assure you. <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: The Basement, partial view of parents arguing */ There was one moment early on that stuck out to me. No promises on the accuracy or remembering the details, because who knows how those memories form early on -- was it real, was it reinforced by storytelling? <br><br> Hell, what is memory anyway. I'm not a damn <<linkexpand "philosopher.">>philosopher. <br><br><br> I had grabbed all my dolls and gone down to the basement. I was playing where I shouldn't be. It was dark, it was dingy. It definitely wasn't //safe//. <br><br> If it was colder weather, the heater would have surely burned my back. Luckily, it <<linkexpand "wasn't.">>wasn't. <br><br><br> I don't know why I wanted to be down there. Not exactly an ideal playground. But the dark didn't scare me. The dirt didn't bother me. <br><br> Deep into my own self involved scenario with my dolls, I don't remember hearing the frenzied steps above me as I sat on the cold, bare concrete. <br><br> What is vivid, though, was the instant fear: hairs standing on the back of my neck when the basement door swung open. <br><br> Immediately, panic set in knowing I was where I should not be. Daddy could be a little short-tempered. "<<print $CC.name>>! <<print $CC.name>>?!" It was <<print $CC.DName>>. "This isn't funny, girlie." I <<linkexpand "held my breath.">>held my breath. <br><br><br> Pressed up against the heater, I carefully peered around it, watching their feet descend the staircase. <br><br> Each footfall was louder, approaching, making my heart race. I didn't move. <br><br> <<print $CC.MName>> followed shortly behind, but there was a different urgency to <<linkexpand "her pace.">>her pace. <br><br><br> Luckily, they didn't find me. Five minutes later, I appeared back upstairs -- much to their surprise. They sat there bewildered, wondering if they had experienced some sort of hallucination. They could have ''sworn'' they heard me in the basement playing. <br><br> What stuck with me wasn't getting away with playing in the basement, really. It was when <<print $CC.DName>> had reached the basement floor. He turned around slowly, searching for me until he threw his arms up in defeat. Stomping back up the steps he muttered, "Well, I think we know where she got this disappearing act from. I guess we should <<linkexpand "get used to it.">>used to it." <br><br><br> Luckily, there was something beyond that basement, besides that home: [[the world|CC008 - TownLife]]. <br><br><br> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<image framed "$CC.hometown + '.png'">> <<if $CC.hometown == "NO">> <<set $CC.hometownName = [ "Beaufort, South Carolina", "Whitefish, Montana", "Hood River, Oregon", "Berlin, Maryland", "Sitka, Alaska", "Sedona, Arizona", "Montpelier, Vermont", "Telluride, Colorado", "Moab, Utah", "Oxford, Mississippi" ].random()>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value -->> <p> Growing up in that little backwater was like having a large family. No one left, generation after generation, so the community was tight-knit which in some ways was nice. </p> <p> There wasn't much 'new' or 'exciting,' though, so only the slightest of nudges to the needle felt like a massive upheaval. A new store. An invasion by a wild pack of trash pandas (raccoons) that were terrorizing local dumpsters. </p> <p> There really wasn't <<linkexpand "shit to do.">>shit to do. <<replace "#choices" t8n>> <br> <p> I planned to skee-daddle out of butt-fucking Egypt, but until then, I kept sane by: </p> <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC009 - School][$CC.freetime = "barn"]]>> ...hanging out, partying in fields and barns <<path [[CC009 - School][$CC.freetime = "home"]]>> ...sticking around home, alone or with friends <<path [[CC009 - School][$CC.freetime = "vandal"]]>> ...speeding around town, causing mischief <<path [[CC009 - School][$CC.freetime = "helper"]]>> ...helping out with home projects or at neighbors farms <<path [[CC009 - School][$CC.freetime = "church"]]>> ...focusing on local church and its groups <</crossroads>> <p> And I was glad to have them. Kept me occupied and //relatively// out of trouble. Right? </p> <p> Because otherwise -- I'm not looking to just open the floodgates about why I am who I am, Oh the trauma, blah, blah...this isn't therapy -- most of my time was spent at school. </p> <<hint>> Choices like these above guide later options for her life. <</hint>> <</replace>> <</linkexpand>> </p> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> <p> Growing up in a city was insane! </p> <p> Stimulation was __everywhere__ -- there was <<linkexpand "shit to do.">>shit to do. <<replace "#choices" t8n>> <br> <p> Yet, coming with all of the excitement and opportunity, there was an ever-present danger that kept you looking over your shoulder. </p> <p> There were times when shit got so bad you wished for a simpler life. </p> <br> <p> It felt chaotic, for sure, but you found people to connect with and bond. My assembled crew: </p> <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC009 - School][$CC.freetime = "partier"]]>> ...hopped from home to home, or whatever space we could find to have some fun. <<path [[CC009 - School][$CC.freetime = "home"]]>> ...always were over at my place, watching some movies or playing some games. <<path [[CC009 - School][$CC.freetime = "gang"]]>> ...were, well, a gang. We tagged shit, we did some stupid stuff, but we could hold our own. <<path [[CC009 - School][$CC.freetime = "volunteer"]]>> ...were a community I built doing volunteer work. Kind and warm. <<path [[CC009 - School][$CC.freetime = "sporty"]]>> ...were my team. Exerting ourselves together, winning or losing, always keeps you tight. <<path [[CC009 - School][$CC.freetime = "beach"]] $CC.hometown is "LA">> ...were on the beach! Sand between my toes, sun bronzing my skin, the salty air, it was all fun to me. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't from Los Angeles. <<path [[CC009 - School][$CC.freetime = "club"]] $CC.hometown is "NY">> ...were a fluid group. But we all had our contacts, or a fake ID, anything to get into a hot spot, club, bar, or pop-up. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't from New York. <<path [[CC009 - School][$CC.freetime = "tailgate"]] $CC.hometown is "AL">> ...tailgated with me. On a flatbed or fold-out chair for the next Auburn game. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't from Alabama <<path [[CC009 - School][$CC.freetime = "outdoors"]] $CC.hometown is "WA">> ...were down to strap on some boots and a pack and get our trek on. When it wasn't raining, and sometimes when it was, we were on a trail or camping or climbing. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't from Seattle. <</crossroads>> <p> And I was glad to have them. Kept me occupied and //relatively// out of trouble. Right? </p> <p> Because otherwise -- I'm not looking to just open the floodgates about why I am who I am, Oh the trauma, blah, blah...this isn't therapy -- most of my time was spent at school. </p> <<hint>> Choices like these above guide later options for her life. <</hint>> <</replace>> <</linkexpand>> </p> <</if>> <div id="choices"></div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Front of a School */ <<set $CC.looks = $CC.Mlooks + $CC.Flooks>> <<set _hairOpts = {}>> <<if $CC.Fhair == "blonde" || $CC.Mhair == "blonde">> <<set _hairOpts['blonde'] = 'blonde'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.Fhair == "brown" || $CC.Mhair == "brown">> <<set _hairOpts['brunette'] = 'brown'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.Fhair == "red" || $CC.Mhair == "red">> <<set _hairOpts['redhead'] = 'red'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.Fhair == "black" || $CC.Mhair == "black">> <<set _hairOpts['raven-haired'] = 'black'>> <</if>> <<set $CC.wealth += $CC.bank - 3>> <<if $CC.Mtrait == "money">> <<set $CC.wealth ++>> <</if>> There I was, my first day of school, a tangle of <<print $Body.style>> <<if Object.keys(_hairOpts).length > 1>> <<cycle "$Body.hair" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _hairOpts>><</cycle>> <<else>> <<set _hair = Object.keys(_hairOpts)[0]>> <<set $Body.hair = _hairOpts[_hair]>> <b>_hair</b> <</if>> hair with wide <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes, barely able to contain my <<cycle "$CC.firstDay">> <<option "fear">> <<option "excitement">> <<option "confusion">> <</cycle>>. <br> <<hint>>Now that we're getting deep into character creation, we're only going to give a last hint or two. <br><br> Some choices affect who she is OR stats and skills, like here: either being more excitable or less confident / stable. <br><br> Soon, you're on your own!<</hint>> <br> Wiping those emotional tears from my cheeks, I made my way into the classroom -- from what I've been told -- from the first moments I was ''enamored'' by <<cycle "$CC.schoolinterest">> <<option "boys. I had a crush on one kid, Petey, almost instantly. I found myself confused throughout my years when someone mentioned 'cooties'." "boys">> <<option "my teachers. How they knew so much, and led so self-assuredly. I focused on them with rapt attention." "power">> <<option "learning! Everything put in front of me was so fascinating. It opened so many doors. I was ravenous for new knowledge." "new">> <<option "the other students. Making friends, playing games with them, and just getting to know people became the focus of my attention. My lessons definitely suffered, though." "people">> <<option "nothing. I kept to myself. Never saying much, I did my work because I had to. It wasn't inspired. I wanted to be out truly living life -- unregimented, unrestricted." "free">> <<option "recess. It meant getting away from tests and lessons. I was a bit competitive. Nothing felt greater than getting my heart pumping and getting all sweaty." "active">> <<option "books. I was a voracious reader. Staying up late reading into the wee hours. I may have even had my book inside the cover of the textbook I was supposed to be reading. Those textbooks never got my full attention." "books">> <<option "trouble. I craved attention, ask any shrink. Textbook case of attention starved especially as I loved being bad. My name was on the bad list and it stayed there." "trouble">> <</cycle>>. <br> <<hint>>We're starting to get into her thoughts and feelings. What excites her the most? This will directly affect her stats as well as unlock certain paths and interests she has later in life: potential sexual partners, activities she could participate in, AND, potentially, who she runs with in High School.<</hint>> <br> <br><br><br> And it's where I made my <<linkexpand "first friend.">>first friend, a <<cycle "$CC.FFsex">> <<option "boy" "M">> <<option "girl" "F">> <</cycle>>, named <span class="inline-text-input"><<textbox "$CC.FFName" "Taylor">></span>. <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> We were [[inseparable|CC010 - Youth]]. <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Interior School */ <<silently>> /* <<unset $CC.bank>> */ <<if $CC.wealth == 2>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<elseif $CC.wealth lt 2>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -= 2>> <<elseif $CC.wealth == 4>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<elseif $CC.wealth gt 4>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value += 2>> <</if>> <<set _activityOptions = { 'at the library, nestled in a corner with a book' : 'read', 'nothing. Surprisingly, I was allowed to roam wild doing whatever I wanted with whomever' : 'none', 'sent to the park to stay outside and join in with the neighborhood kids.' : 'play', }>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 2>> <<set _activityOptions["dancing, focusing on posture and exactness -- and the occasional recital"] = 'dance'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 2>> <<set _activityOptions["plunking at the ivories, working on scales and intervals -- and the occasional recital"] = 'piano'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> <<set _activityOptions["gymnastics, learning how to tumble, vault and straining the limits of flexibility and strength"] = 'gym'>> <</if>> <</silently>> <<if $CC.firstDay == "fear">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> There was something about the day-to-day that kept me <<linkexpand "on edge.">>on edge. <br><br> The upcoming test -- <<if $CC.freetime !== "church">>hell<<else>>heck<</if>>, the pop quiz I was always sure was about to happen. The other kids. Life decisions -- it always felt like I was making decisions for a future me that I didn't know. <br><br> So…that was my experience. A little bit of dread, a sprinkle of playing sick, and a pinch of opting out when I could. <br><br> Did it make things easier? Not on my adrenal glands, that's for sure. <<include "CC010 - Youth (shared)">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.firstDay == "excitement">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<if $CC.freetime !== "church">>Fuck.<</if>> I <<linkexpand "loved school.">>loved school. <br><br> Being scheduled was annoying. There were various things to keep me occupied: people to talk to, things to try, and experiences to be had. I hardly wanted to leave. <br><br> A couple times, they had to literally drag me off the premises. <br><br> No one understood why I was so passionate about school, but then again no one really asked either. <br><br> It was more of those confused looks or "who is this chick" kind of reactions. Meh. <<if $CC.freetime !== "church">>Fuck 'em.<</if>> <<include "CC010 - Youth (shared)">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.firstDay == "confusion">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> I never really understood it. There was <<linkexpand "a lot going on.">>a lot going on. A lot of competing asks of my time and attention. Honestly, too many. <br><br><br> Other kids gobbled it up, but I was far more comfortable in my silo with my set group, set plan, set schedule. <br><br> Consistency made it all easier for me. <<include "CC010 - Youth (shared)">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "School itself?">> School itself? <br><br> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "boys">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> There was a bit of name calling and things written on textbooks and lockers -- "For a good time call <<print $CC.name>>" on the girl's bathroom mirror. <br><br> I know it was just catty jealousy but in the end it just ingratiated me even more with the opposite sex. <br><br> Not having very many female friends was easily overcome by the guys beating down my door. <</if>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "power">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> Don't call me a teacher's pet. <br><br> My grades weren't stellar, I didn't try to be their favorite, and I didn't answer every question. <br><br> I wasn't ''that'' kid. So don't give me any of that crap. I got enough of that razzing from everyone else. <br><br> I was more like their friend. I learned how and why they became a teacher and what interested them. The teachers weren't //that// much older than us anyway... <br><br> Well, some of them. <br><br> Despite a few eyebrows I got for having "adult" friends, I got a little insight on an upcoming test from time to time. So it had additional benefits. <</if>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "new">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> Yes, I knew the answer. I knew all the answers. <br><br> That's why my hand went up. ''I'' studied. Just like I was expected to. <br><br> The teacher would get tired of calling on me because I was right again and again. What'd I do? <br><br> Fine then, teach. I'll just use my phone and answer that text from <<print $CC.FFName>>. <br><br> After that, I'd whip out my planner and figure out the weekend plans. No skin off my back. <</if>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "people">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> It was between class where I flourished. <br><br> Out of the classroom and into the social arena was my 'schooling'. I was learning the most important skill in life: how to live with others. <br><br> And people can give you a pretty good mirror to see yourself. <br><br> You'd think that not being the best at school would make you an outcast. It's the opposite. You can become a social __god__ with a big network, connecting people rather than being nose-down studying. School is all about networking. <br><br> And connections can never hurt. <</if>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "free">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> Those first few years weren't bad. <br><br> What activity station did I want to play? What were my favorite colors? All those silly childhood questions. Then came the drudgery. <br><br> Who cares about times tables or what year the Civil War happened in? <br><br> As the years passed in school, slowly but surely, there was more flexibility outside of the classroom and more opportunities to do the things I enjoyed. <br><br> Just had to make sure bad marks on the report card didn't get the freedoms I enjoyed get revoked. <</if>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "active">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> Recess in how long? When was the next free period? Oh, and PE! <br><br> Yeah, maybe I got called 'butch' or a 'dyke.' Yeah, I left them red or flat-faced. Everyone started laughing at me, but the impressed nods and new laughs afterward were more than worth it. <br><br> Who says a girl can't hang? I live above the rim. Dunkin' on fools. <</if>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "books">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> You'd think with the amount of paper that I consumed I would have had the best grades of anyone in my class. <br><br> Frequently when I raised my hand or gave a short answer it was off-topic. Or at best, overly-thorough and...adjacent to the topic at hand. <br><br> I couldn't tell you the number of times I trailed off as I realized I was getting dead stares from everyone, including the teacher. <br><br> But, it was fascinating, right? <</if>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "trouble">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> Detention. There was a seat reserved for me every day. <br><br> I turned my textbooks into works of art with graffiti, silly notes, and unnecessary commentary scattered throughout the margins. <br><br> There was that one teacher that seemed to get me. Never discussed class, grades, what I was wearing or what I had just done. Just gave me the space to be me, and some opportunities to get by without following the rules 'expressly as intended'. <br><br> But most of them were furious with me. Easily offended and quick to write me up again and again. <</if>> <br><br> <<hint>>And finally, some choices are focused on developing her skills.<</hint>> <br><br> Outside of school, <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>>to keep me out of trouble<<else>>to keep me occupied<</if>>, I was mostly: <<cycle "$CC.activity" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _activityOptions>><</cycle>>. <br> <<hint>>What does she like to do? Is she the more active type? If so, what kind of activity does she take up? This is one of many examples during character creation where you're going to affect her stats based on the kinds of things she does and enjoys. <br><br> We're not going to explain what each choice means in detail because what matters most is the idea of her. Yes, the stats will matter, but invest in the //who// she is rather than the numbers. <</hint>> <br> <br><br><br> <<if $CC.FFsex == "M">> Having a guy friend was... <<linkexpand "complicated.">>complicated. <br><br> <<print $CC.FFName>> and I were in lock-step. There were others that were like us in our clique that got along well-enough, but with him it was different. We were simpatico. <br><br> I don't think it was because he was a guy. There were other guys I would call friend, too. It wasn't just that we jived. We //got// each other. <br><br> People thought we were dating. ''Insisted''. Knew we were just hiding it. And guys were jealous. <br><br> And he got ribbed (and probably some high-fives that he just shook his head about). <br><br> And changing bodies <<linkexpand "changed things.">>changed things. <<if $CC.Mtrait == "looks" && $CC.Ftrait == "looks">> <<set $CC.looks += 2>> <br><br> As I grew into myself, I found my name on quite a few 'Hottest Girls' lists that were left lying around. <br><br> There was a surprisingly natural distance between guys my age. They put me on a pedestal because of my looks -- and I don't know if it was my age, their fear, or just being intimated. So the space left by guys was quickly crowded with girls. <br><br> Even <<print $CC.FFName>> developed an awkward attitude with me. <<elseif $CC.Mtrait == "looks" || $CC.Ftrait == "looks">> <<set $CC.looks ++>> <br><br> Girl becomes woman, I guess, and as things...developed, I found people whispering to <<print $CC.FFName>> about them liking me, or asking if I was single...and if they had a shot. <br><br> Was I interested in them by chance? Check yes or no? I didn't understand the hype but something was changing in my social network and they were noticing me more than anyone else. <</if>> <br><br><br> And then [[puberty|CC011 - Puberty]] hit. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<if $CC.FFsex == "F">> Being friends with girls was <<linkexpand "tough.">>tough. <br><br> <<print $CC.FFName>> and I were in lock-step. <br><br> There were others that were like us, in our clique, or just got along well-enough, but with her it was different. <br><br> We liked the same things, and it wasn't some sycophant kind of thing. I wasn't some 'yes-girl' and she certainly wasn't either. It just felt comfortable with her. Sister-like. <br><br> It was incredible too, how with just one look, we knew exactly what the other was thinking. That's how aligned we were. <br><br> And changing bodies <<linkexpand "changed things.">>changed things. <<if $CC.Mtrait == "looks" && $CC.Ftrait == "looks">> <<set $CC.looks += 2>> <br><br> As I grew into myself, I found my name on quite a few 'Hottest Girls' lists that were left lying around. <br><br> And there was surprising distance between me and guys my age, fear, intimidation, I don't know what to call it, but the way I looked put me on pedestal. And the space left by the guys became crowded by the girls. <br><br> <<print $CC.FFName>> clearly didn't like the new balance of things. <br><br> I think she felt overshadowed. I didn't want to do any shadowing! <<elseif $CC.Mtrait == "looks" || $CC.Ftrait == "looks">> <<set $CC.looks ++>> <br><br> Girl becomes woman, I guess, and as things...developed, I found people whispering to <<print $CC.FFName>> about them liking me, or asking if I was single...and if they had a shot. <br><br> Was I interested in them by chance? Check yes or no? I didn't understand the hype but something was changing in my social network and they were noticing me more than anyone else. <</if>> <br><br><br> And then [[puberty|CC011 - Puberty]] hit. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<silently>> /* <<unset $CC.firstDay, $CC.Mlooks, $CC.Flooks, $CC.Meyes, $CC.Feyes, $CC.Mhair, $CC.Fhair, $CC.Mskin, $CC.Fskin>> */ /* IMAGE: Clothes on a bed -- before and after style. Cute young clothes into showier clothes and new kinds of underwear */ <<run $CC.inherited = [].concatUnique($CC.Mtrait, $CC.Ftrait)>> <<run $CC.inherited.delete("money"); $CC.inherited.delete("looks")>> <<set _potential = ["Awkward", "Smart", "Funny", "Confident", "Popular", "Slutty"]>> <<if $CC.inherited.length < 2>> <<run $CC.inherited.pushUnique(_potential.pluck())>> <</if>> <<if $CC.inherited.length < 2>> <<run $CC.inherited.pushUnique(_potential.pluck())>> <</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "play">><<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value += 2>><</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "gym">><<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value += 2>><</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "piano">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> <</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "dance">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> <</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "read">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value += 2>> <</if>> <<set _heightOpts = {}>> <<if $CC.Mheight eq 1 && $CC.Fheight eq 1>> <<set _heightOpts['an Amazon'] = +2>> <</if>> <<if $CC.Mheight eq 1 || $CC.Fheight eq 1>> <<set _heightOpts['tall'] = +1>> <</if>> <<set _heightOpts['about five-five'] = 0>> <<if $CC.Mheight lt 1 || $CC.Fheight lt 1>> <<set _heightOpts['short'] = -1>> <</if>> <<if $CC.Mheight lt 1 && $CC.Fheight lt 1>> <<set _heightOpts['under five foot'] = -2>> <</if>> <<set _sexOpts = { 'boys. God, I could feel a clench in my lower abdomen when I caught eye contact. The way they filled out those jeans. Their disheveled hair that needed a cut. Ooh, their strong hands.' : 1, 'an attraction in other people. Good looking is good looking.' : 0 }>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest !== "boys">> <<set _sexOpts['other girls. The bounce in their hair and it how it cascaded down their slender shoulders. The supple curves developing in all the right places. Their innocent smiles. Cute smiles. Sweet smiles.'] = -1>> <</if>> <<set _attOpts = {}>> <<set _attOpts['very little attention'] = 1>> <<set _attOpts['average attention'] = 2>> <<if $CC.looks gt 2>> <<set _attOpts['average attention'] = 2>> <<set _attOpts['a good bit of attention'] = 3>> <<set _attOpts['more attention than other girls got'] = 4>> <</if>> <<if $CC.looks gt 4>> <<set _attOpts['enviable amounts of attention'] = 4>> <<set _attOpts['literally constant attention'] = 5>> <</if>> <<if $CC.looks gt 6>> <<set _attOpts['overwhelming attention'] = 6>> <</if>> <</silently>> And it ''hit''. <br><br><br> It felt like all of a sudden, I was <<listbox "$CC.height" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _heightOpts>><</listbox>> and I couldn't help but really beginning to notice <<cycle "$CC.sexuality" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _sexOpts>> <</cycle>>. <br><br><br> My development certainly now aroused <<listbox "$Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _attOpts>><</listbox>> from guys. <br> <<hint>>A last, obvious hint: very little attention means she's the least attractive she can be, your last option on this cycle is the most attractive.<</hint>> <br> <br><br> The "puppylove" of just months before fell away to constant daydreaming, watching porn, and thinking about how good of a kisser somebody was the first time I met them. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "It was insane.">> It was insane. <br><br> Hormones are [[insane|CC012 - Body]]. <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /*IMAGE: Checking self out in mirror */ <<run setup.traits = [ "Fantastic Tits", "Amazing Ass", "Striking Eyes", "Perfect Smile", "Actor-level Bone Structure", "Modelesque Legs", "An Ineffable Charm", "Smoky Voice", "Easy, Unwavering Fitness" ]>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.length gte $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> <p> One day, looking at myself in the mirror, I actually gave myself an honest appraisal. Fighting back my body dysmorphia, I smiled and shook my head, impressed to see: </p> <ul> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("Fantastic Tits")>><li>Tits that didn't need a bra? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("Amazing Ass")>><li>Pert rear with a grabbable meatiness? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("Striking Eyes")>><li>Big <<print $Body.eyes>>s that drew you in? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("Perfect Smile")>><li>A smile that could kill? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("Actor-level Bone Structure")>><li>Symmetry and cheekbones to die for? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("Modelesque Legs")>><li>Lithe legs that cried out for dresses and skirts? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("An Ineffable Charm")>><li>A crazy likeability factor? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("Smoky Voice")>><li>A voice that rivalled ScarJo? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("Easy, Unwavering Fitness")>><li>The ability to eat whatever I want and still look //fuckable//? Check.</li><</if>> </ul> <br> It wasn't simply how I looked that was firming up, but also my personality. Argue about nature versus nurture all you want, there were certainly some personality traits I exhibited that seemed hard-coded in. <br><br> <<if $CC.traits.length gt 0>> In particular, how I <<if $CC.traits.includes("Popular")>>had tons of friends<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Smart")>>did well in school without trying<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Funny")>>tended to be the class clown<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Awkward")>>wasn't too sure of myself<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Confident")>>knew exactly who I was<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Slutty")>>was comfortable with my body<</if>>, <<if $CC.traits.includes("Quirky")>>was odd, but in a cute way...it's cute, right?<</if>> just seemed to be...me. Nothing I could do about it. Body, behavior, all part and parcel of who I now was -- I had to get used to this whole new [[package|CC013 - FinalForm]]. <<else>> <<quiz noChanging onSubmit="Engine.play(passage())" submitIf="$CC.traits.length gt 0">> My top personality trait: <br><br> <<quizGroup columns>> <<choicesFrom $CC.inherited change="$CC.traits.pushUnique(this)" checked="$CC.traits.includes(this)">> <</quiz>> <</if>> <<else>> These changes were new, deeply interesting, but also scary. And guys found them //very// interesting. <br><br> And at the time, I couldn't quite pin down what it was that drew them to me -- hell, they probably couldn't either. My brain didn't care about the 'why,' just that it __was__. <br><br> But as I've calmed down and the newness wore off, I've come to learn that it always seemed centered on specific...''ahem''...aspects. <br><br> <<hint>>Just like Claire's genes, here, once you select, it's locked in!<</hint>> <br><br> <<quiz noChanging onSubmit="Engine.play(passage())" submitIf="$Stats.BodyTraits.length is $Stats.Traits.Attractiveness.value">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value > 1>> Top $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value traits putting me in the spotlight: <<else>> Top trait putting me in the spotlight: <</if>> <br><br> <<quizGroup columns>> <<choicesFrom setup.traits change="$Stats.BodyTraits.pushUnique(this)" checked="$Stats.BodyTraits.includes(this)">> <</quiz>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<silently>> <<set _traitsConversionMap = { "Fantastic Tits": "tits", "Amazing Ass": "ass", "Striking Eyes": "eyes", "Perfect Smile": "smile", "Actor-level Bone Structure": "face", "Modelesque Legs": "legs", "An Ineffable Charm": "charm", "Smoky Voice": "voice", "Easy, Unwavering Fitness": "fit" }>> <<for _key, _value range _traitsConversionMap>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes(_key)>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.delete(_key)>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push(_value)>> <</if>> <</for>> <</silently>> <<if $CC.traits.includesAny("Awkward", "Quirky")>><<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->><<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value -->><</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Smart")>><<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Funny")>><<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->><</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Confident")>><<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->><</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Popular")>><<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->><</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Slutty")>><<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>><</if>> <<set $Body.tits = either("small", "medium", "large")>> <<set _fert = {}>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<set _fert["Guys hate condoms that much was clear. They don't feel good. So, the safest option? Birth control."] = 0>> <<set _fert["Why did this rest solely on me? Condoms should suffice. All the information and opinions out there supports that."] = 1>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<set _fert["My parents __insisted__ I take no risks."] = 0>> <<set _fert["The side effects of birth control are frightening. I'd be just fine with condoms."] = 1>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<set _fert["Scare tactics didn't work on this girl. I won't get knocked up. I got this on my own."] = 1>> <<set _fert["Sure, I should be using condoms...but who does. I wasn't insane though, so: birth control"] = 0>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<set _fert["Sex was going to be a part of my life. So would birth control."] = 0>> <<set _fert["I wasn't gonna abstain but I would only put something in me that is guaranteed fun."] = 1>> <<else>> <<set _fert["And kill my libido? No. No BC here."] = 1>> <<set _fert["Taking birth control is what most girls did. Made sense to me."] = 0>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> When all was said and done, I had developed quite a pair, if I did say so myself. I was incredibly proud of my <<cycle "$Body.tits">> <<option "super perky B's" "small">> <<option "firm and pert C's" "medium">> <<option "hefty D's without the hang" "large">> <<option "bras all disagreed, but everyone agreed they were massive" "huge">> <</cycle>> <<else>> When the changes settled down, genetics had left me <<print $Body.tits>> chested. <</if>> <</nobr>> <br> I maintained a healthy control over the flower patch <<linkreplace "between my legs." t8n>>between my legs. Society can dictate what is socially acceptable for downstairs maintenance with all the movies, models, magazines, boys, and girls suggesting the best lovescape. I controlled it as much as I could due to the shared showers and hot/heavy nights. As I experimented and decided on my preference, the razor worked its magic and found the waste basket, and I left myself... <div id="pubicbuttons"><<include "pubicbuttons">></div> <<linkreplace "Inside me, though? Shit." t8n>><<scrollIntoView>>Pregnancy was now my next big concern to handle. I didn't want that happening anytime soon. Or ever. <<cycle "$CC.fertile" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _fert>><</cycle>>. At a certain point, I gave up fighting or crying over the changes, now I was [[someone|CC013 - FinalForm2]] else -- better get used to it. Yeah. Maybe I kinda liked the new me!<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><<nobr>> <<run setup.piercings = ["Navel", "Right Eyebrow", "Left Eyebrow", "Nostril"]>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<run setup.piercings.push("Left Nipple", "Right Nipple", "Tongue")>> <</if>> <<run setup.tattoos = ["Neck Nape", "Wrist", "Ankle", "Upper Arm", "Thigh", "Foot"]>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<run setup.tattoos.push("Mound", "Lower Back", "Sleeve")>> <</if>> <<run setup.undies = ["Bikini-style"]>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<run setup.undies.push("Thongs")>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<run setup.undies.push("Commando")>> <</if>> <<set _groom = { 'A razor' : 3, 'wax' : 21 }>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 2>><<set _groom["laser treatment"] = 120>><</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>><<set _groom["electrolysis"] = 720>><</if>> Time passed. The changes settled in and slowed down, ensuring me that I was closer to becoming a 'finished product'. <br><br> With damn DNA controlling so much of who I was, I felt compelled to exert some control too. <br> <br> <</nobr>><<include earcloseup>><<nobr>> <br> <br> <<hint>> <<set _subscribestarURL = "https://subscribestar.adult/blue-swallow">> <<set _patreonURL = "https://www.patreon.com/BlueSwallow">> More visuals and interactivity coming soon. Your support helps us expand the story with more quality updates -- faster! <br><br> Support us on <a @href="_subscribestarURL" target="_blank">SubscribeStar</a> or <a @href="_patreonURL" target="_blank">Patreon</a> <</hint>> <br> Add piercings: <br> <br> <<set _nav to passage()>> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand"> <<for _piercing range setup.piercings>> <<if ! $Body.piercings.includes(_piercing)>> <<capture _piercing>> <<button _piercing _nav>><<run $Body.piercings.push(_piercing)>><</button>> <</capture>> <</if>> <</for>> </div> <br><br> <<if $Body.piercings.includesAny("Left Ear", "Right Ear", "Left Cartilage", "Right Cartilage", "Navel", "Right Eyebrow", "Left Eyebrow", "Nostril", "Left Nipple", "Right Nipple", "Tongue")>> And I had <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Left Ear")>> a couple in my left lobe;<</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Right Ear")>> a few in my right lobe;<</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Left Cartilage")>> pierced my left cartilage;<</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Right Cartilage")>> put one in my right cartilage;<</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Navel")>> gotten my bellybutton pierced;<</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Right Eyebrow") || $Body.piercings.includes("Left Eyebrow")>> pierced an eyebrow;<</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Nostril")>> pierced my nose;<</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Left Nipple") || $Body.piercings.includes("Right Nipple")>><<if $Body.piercings.includes("Right Nipple") && $Body.piercings.includes("Left Nipple")>><<else>> got one of my nipples pierced;<</if>><</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Right Nipple") && $Body.piercings.includes("Left Nipple")>> got barbells through both my nips;<</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Tongue")>> got one in my tongue;<</if>> <br><br> <</if>> <<include "CC013 - Part - Tattoo Choice">> Most choices, I felt, had some sort of expectation, but what I wore underneath <<linkexpand "was //entirely// up to me.">> was //entirely// up to me. <br><br><br> <<set $Body.braless = false>> <<run { _titsQuiz = []; const bralessHint = 'You lack confidence or are not daring to not wear a bra!'; const canGoBraless = $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1 || $Stats.BodyTraits.includes('tits'); switch ($Body.tits) { case 'small': _titsQuiz = [{ label: 'I constrain them unnecessarily.', hint: "Bras could be sexy and classy.", change: "$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value++; Doll.update('underwear')" }, { label: "I like to show the nippage.", hint: "My nips and tits were free girls.", change: "$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value++; $Body.braless = true; Doll.update('underwear')" }]; break; case 'huge': _titsQuiz = [{ label: 'With a chest my size I rein them in.', hint: 'Bras could be sexy and classy.', change: "$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value++", }, { label: "I would never restrain them.", change: "$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value++; $Body.braless = true; Doll.update('underwear')", disabled: canGoBraless, hint: canGoBraless ? "My nips and tits were free girls." : bralessHint }]; break; case 'medium': default: _titsQuiz = [{ label: 'I keep the jiggle and nipping to a minimum', hint: 'Bras could be sexy and classy.', change: "$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value++; Doll.update('underwear')", }, { label: "I like to show the nippage.", change: "$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value++; $Body.braless = true; Doll.update('underwear')", disabled: canGoBraless, hint: canGoBraless ? "My nips and tits were free girls." : bralessHint }] } }>> <<quiz singleChoice autoselect>> //How do you treat your breasts?// <br><br> <<choicesFrom _titsQuiz>> <</quiz>> <br><br> <<set _undiesQuiz = { "Just normal underwear.": "Bikini-style", "Low coverage, no lines.": "Thongs", "To be free and breezy.": "Commando" }>> <<quiz singleChoice autoselect>> //What's your downstairs style?// <br><br> <<choicesFrom _undiesQuiz checkFirst change="$Body.undies = this; Doll.update('underwear')">> <</quiz>> <br><br><br> <<if $Body.pubes !== "bush">> What was never finished, it seemed, was downstairs maintenance. It. was. ''work''. Eventually, I found my method and technique over the years using: <<cycle "$CC.grooming" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _groom>><</cycle>>. <br><br> Perfect. Ready to play. <</if>> <br><br><br> The stress of the changes and decisions in my life affected the energy at [[home|CC014 - HomeVign2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <div id="tattoo-choices"> And tattoos: <<if $Body.tattoos.length < 9>> <br><br> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand"> <<for _tattoo range setup.tattoos>> <<if !$Body.tattoos.includes(_tattoo)>> <<capture _tattoo>> <<button _tattoo>> <<run $Body.tattoos.push(_tattoo)>> <<replace #tattoo-choices t8n>> <<include "CC013 - Part - Tattoo Choice">> <</replace>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</if>> <</for>> </div> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Body.tattoos.includesAny("Neck Nape", "Wrist", "Ankle", "Upper Arm", "Thigh", "Foot", "Mound", "Lower Back", "Sleeve")>> My ink? I had <<if $Body.tattoos.includes("Sleeve")>>an awesome sleeve;<</if>> <<if $Body.tattoos.includes("Lower Back")>>a 'tramp stamp';<</if>> <<if $Body.tattoos.includes("Mound")>>an exciting surprise to guys who got in my pants;<</if>> <<if $Body.tattoos.includes("Upper Arm")>>a quote on my bicep;<</if>> <<if $Body.tattoos.includes("Thigh")>>a beautiful design on my thigh;<</if>> <<if $Body.tattoos.includes("Foot")>>stars on my foot;<</if>> <<if $Body.tattoos.includes("Ankle")>>a little butterfly on my ankle;<</if>> <<if $Body.tattoos.includes("Wrist")>>a dandelion on my inner wrist;<</if>> <<if $Body.tattoos.includes("Neck Nape")>>and dragonflies on the back of my neck.<</if>> <br><br><br> <</if>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit default>> <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Everything was changing around me, inside me, and who knows if it was just the hormonal change (Narrator: it was the hormones), but I felt so much more empty than everyone around me. <br><br> Why did I <<linkexpand "feel...">> feel the way I did? <br><br><br> $CC.MName was in her room, <<linkexpand "packing?">> packing. //Again//. <br><br> <<image framed "packing.png">> I tried to surprise her, give her a little shake-up. Her back was to the open doorway, like always, and I was //silent//. I don't think I had ever been more careful not even to slip out of the house or especially not even for a <<linkexpand "midnight snack">> midnight snack. <br><br><br> "I only have a few minutes." Her preternatural senses made me wonder if I had actually gotten away with __any__ of my sneaking. I hadn't even crested the door frame. Maybe it was my footfalls or my jaw clicked as I began to speak. Either way she spoke first, "everything okay?" She turned slowly, a kind and understanding look on her <<linkexpand "face">>face. <br><br><br> Tears welled up in my eyes. How could she be so calm, so considerate right ''now''? This isn't <<linkexpand "what I wanted">> what I wanted. <br><br><br> "Where are you fucking going?" <br><br> "I told you--" <br><br> "//Business// trip--''bull''. __shit__." <br><br> "Manila's primary array--" <br><br> "//You//? Telecom expert from the United. __States__--" <br><br> "Don't be sexist, <<print $CC.name>>--" <br><br> "Go <<linkexpand "fuck yourself">> fuck yourself." <br><br><br> In a split second her calm demeanor shifted. I had hurt her. Her shoulders sagged, churning something over in her head. I stood in front of her, boiling inside, head pounding from the tension in what certainly would be a massive headache later. I felt like I was trying to bottle surging power just moments away from letting it all <<linkexpand "explode">> explode. <br><br><br> Silently and softly she edged forward crossing the distance towards me, "Come here." I shook my head defiantly, tears welling in my eyes. I took a step back fending her off with one arm to keep her away from me. <br><br> "You're leaving again? Then just...__//''leave''//__." The bottle burst. <br><br> /* IMAGE: Door slam */ I <<shake 2s>>slammed<</shake>> the door in her face. I was furious. She wanted to keep everything to herself so be it. She could act like the private //cunt// all she wanted just <<linkexpand "not with me.">> not with me. <br><br><br> Kids at school weren't any less difficult and hardly willing to [[accommodate me|CC015 - Clique]] <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Everything was changing around me, inside me, and who knows if it was just the hormonal change (Narrator: it was the hormones), but I felt so much more at a loss than everyone around me. <br><br> Why was I the way I was? Why did I look like I did? More like Mom or Dad? <<if $CC.adoptive !== "grandparents">>Or my grandparents?<</if>> There was this giant hole and my <<linkexpand "psychic distress">> psychic distress was immense. <br><br> "<<print $CC.DName>>, what was Elle like?" I certainly wasn't going to ask <<print $CC.MName>>. <br><br> He became so rigid. There was worry, uncertainty, and...fear? in his <<linkexpand "eyes">> eyes. <br><br><br> "Uh, w-what?" <br><br> "Look. I just...feel like I have a right to know." <br><br> "Well, you...do. What, um, exactly do you want to know" <br><br> "Everything? I don't know. What //can// you tell me about her? What, like, sticks out in your mind?" <br><br><br> He laughed and shook his <<linkexpand "head">> head. <br><br> "Honestly? You remind me a lot of her." Tears welled up in my eyes, "Oh, honey, come now--" I shook my head, staving him off with an outstretched hand. <br><br> "Why isn't she here now? Why don't I get to know her?" <br><br> He shuddered a little bit, his own emotions struggling to remain contained, "She's a difficult woman--not that you're difficult--you ''are'', but--" <br><br> I <<linkexpand "snapped">> snapped: "Oh //fuck// you." <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>--" <br><br> /* IMAGE: Door slam */ "No. I came to __you__ to ask you a fair question. I needed to know something and what did you do? You blamed her--**me**--for...you know what? I know why she's not here. Reason's plain as day. Can't even get out of his chair for something important." I stormed off and <<shake 2s>>slammed<</shake>> the <<linkexpand "door">> door. <br><br> That hurt too much, I wasn't going to try again, so my brain tried to tease what answers I could from our interaction. <br><br> Was there pain in his eyes? Recognition? Whatever it was, it wasn't what I was looking for. <<linkexpand "Who I was looking for">> Who I was looking for. <br><br> Kids at school weren't any less difficult and hardly willing to [[accommodate me|CC015 - Clique]]. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<silently>> /* <<unset $CC.looks, $CC.Mtrait, $CC.Ftrait>> */ <<if $Body.tattoos.length gt 0>><<run $CC.traits.push("Tats")>><</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.length gt 0>><<run $CC.traits.push("Pierced")>><</if>> <<set _reactionOptions = {}>> <</silently>> <<if $CC.fertile == 0>> /* IMAGE: Pamphlets */ After looking at all of the options, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>> <br><br> So now I was safe, at least from the biggest worry. The rest I could figure out more, in the moment. <br><br><br> <</if>> /* IMAGE: Mean girls walking the hall */ Like everyone going through those changes, I struggled to understand who I was now and how I fit in. As I experimented and discovered my own independent identity, it definitely felt like a paradigm shift in life. How I presented would prove to be the person that I was. How I acted, who I hung out with, what I wore, and how I looked were going to define the <<print $CC.name>> that I'd be. And while genetics defined a lot of immutables, there were certain things I had //some// control over and being a woman, I had access to a [[hair salon|Hair Salon]] to really control exactly what I looked like to other people. <br><br> It felt like, all of a sudden one day, I became me. Showing up to school exactly like <div id = "myself"> <<link "this">><<replace #myself>> this. And here, as ''me'', I really felt understood. In a way that <<print $CC.MName>> and <<print $CC.DName>> could never. <br><br><br> And there, I came to be known as... <br><br> <div id = "clique"> <<crossroads #clique>> <<path>> A Jock <<contents>> <<set $CC.clique = "Sports">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value -->> <<set _reactionOptions["Made sense to me. I had a drawer of gym shorts and all my free time was taken up by scholastic and club practice and competitions"] = 3>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set _reactionOptions["Was true, but people were coming to watch me irrespective of how good I was at it"] = 2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Was good for me. You focus, get stuck in and push yourself to the limits. Thanks, Coach"] = 4>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Was...accurate, I guess? But, it wasn't like...some love of mine. It kept me in shape, but win, lose, who cares"] = -2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Was a bullseye. Adrenaline pumping, a new opponent every week, what's to complain about? I needed the charge of challenge and the surge of victory"] = 3>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Ehh...I was ''on'' the teams, true. But my nickname was //water// //girl// for a reason"] = -1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Spoke to who I hung out with, but competitions meant off-site travel, few, if any chaperones and constantly new, fit people around. After getting your blood pumping, how better to relax than getting your blood pumping"] = 1>><</if>> ...a jock, that competitive girl that did sports. <br><br> I made the volleyball team, gravitating to the serving specialist position once our coach, Rod, recognized my knack for quickly spotting opportunities and threats on the court. <br><br> Lots of girls dropped out of sport. But I pushed myself harder and harder, loving the camaraderie and the sense of well-being that I got from regular training. <br><br> My team-mates and I had to put up with after-school training sessions -- and jibes about lesbianism -- that other girls didn't. But the sweet thrill of a well-earned victory always made it worth it. <br><br> So, the grouping... <br><br> <<cycle "$CC.labelReaction" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _reactionOptions>><</cycle>> <<path Array("books", "new", "power").includes($CC.schoolinterest) || Array("read", "piano").includes($CC.activity) || Array("home", "helper", "church", "volunteer").includes($CC.freetime)>> A Nerd <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't interested in learning or withdrawn enough. <<contents>> <<set $CC.clique = "Nerd">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set _reactionOptions["Look. You like what you like. It cost me social capital but I wasn't going to be miserable"] = 3>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set _reactionOptions["Why? I dunno. It was mostly a way to take me down a notch, I think because it never really affected my social life. No one really held it against me that I liked dorky things"] = 2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set _reactionOptions["I don't know how it happened, but there's this movie from before I was born, but looking back, that was kinda...me. Once people looked past that veneer, sneers and snickers became surprised gawking"] = -2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["I loved it. Being a girl that was into these kind of things led to a level of attention and belonging that nothing else seemed to match"] = 4>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["I couldn't really fight the excitement of the night before a game release, or -- not gonna lie -- just being smarter than your peers"] = 2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Maybe it wasn't accurate, but once you get a scarlet letter, you start to believe it and become it. Can't argue with how the brain and socialization works"] = 1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Being classified as smart gave me the opportunity to challenge peers and even adults. I wasn't a nerd, but I liked to argue"] = -1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["And that's okay, head down, nose in a book keeps you from getting too much attention. Perks of being a wallflower, right?"] = 1>><</if>> ...the nerd. <br><br> <<cycle "$CC.labelReaction" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _reactionOptions>><</cycle>>. <br><br> Teams, cliques, just socializing in general had never been something I wanted to do. <br><br> Thanks to phones and computers, I'd been able to ensconce myself in a digital landscape and avoid IRL quite a bit. And whenever I got pushed to hang out with friends, displaying the rapid-fire messages on my phone shut down that argument and quickly. <br><br> And my __excellent__ grades were hard to argue with. <br><br> The internet is a wealth of information which put me leaps and bounds ahead of my classmates who didn't venture past the text threads and emojis. And PornHub. <<path $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3 || Array("power", "people", "boys").includes($CC.schoolinterest) || Array("club", "partier", "tailgate", "barn").includes($CC.freetime) || $CC.activity is "play">> Popular <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't attractive enough or into things like partying and boys. <<contents>> <<set $CC.clique = "Alpha">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set _reactionOptions["I loved it. Being at the center of attention feels good. Constant, positive reinforcement is hard to disagree with"] = 3>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set _reactionOptions["Wasn't truly who I was at the core, but the attention I got certainly cemented my position atop the totem pole"] = 2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set _reactionOptions['I was popular not because I wanted to be, but because everyone around me naturally nudged and nurtured that relationship. No matter what I did'] = 2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["It didn't fit me. It didn't feel like I mattered, more like a figurehead for the people around me"] = -2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions['I hated it. Getting everything that you want, just having people kow tow constantly can get absolutely infuriating. And it never stopped, no matter what I tried'] = -1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Having a run of the roost is a thrill unlike any others. People currying favor just so you decide who's in good graces. Mmmm"] = 4>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["It was awkward for me. I let my label define me more broadly than school. And other people might not give a shit how you fashioned yourself"] = 1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions['It was all about access to me. Time with me was a social capital and no matter what I did, what the whispers were, no one challenged me.'] = 2>><</if>> Alpha. Queen Bee. <br><br> <<cycle "$CC.labelReaction" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _reactionOptions>><</cycle>> <<path Array("free", "trouble").includes($CC.schoolinterest) || Array("none", "piano").includes($CC.activity) || Array("barn", "vandal", "home", "gang", "partier", "outdoors").includes($CC.freetime)>> A Rebel <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't fringe enough in her desires. <<contents>> <<set $CC.clique = "Rebel">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set _reactionOptions["And it made sense. I was no normie"] = 3>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set _reactionOptions["I liked it. It was interesting to see the double-takes when people were able to look past the facade. And funny when suddenly they took interest in me and my lifestyle"] = 2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set _reactionOptions["Oof. Fuck labels. I couldn't help who I was, but I certainly tried. Cleaned up here, tried to hang out there? It felt like round peg, square hole, but I chafed at being relegated to the fringe"] = -2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["It felt so good to be able to disappear at the fringes"] = 4>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Yep. Call me an iconoclast, but staying in one lane? Nah. Fight the man"] = 2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["And so what if I was. I got to do what I wanted, when I wanted, with who I wanted"] = 2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Rebellion was core to who I was. You gotta take advantage of being young and push the envelope. How else are you supposed to understand your boundaries"] = 3>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Eh. It had its perks, I guess. The mainstream wanted to ignore my existence, which meant I got invites others didn't even hear about. I hung out with incredibly interesting people. No eyeballs on me, no rules and no judgement"] = 1>><</if>> ...a rebel. <br><br> <<cycle "$CC.labelReaction" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _reactionOptions>><</cycle>> <<path Array("church", "home", "volunteer", "helper").includes($CC.freetime) || Array("read", "piano", "dance").includes($CC.activity)>> A Prude <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't withdrawn enough. <<contents>> <<set $CC.clique = "Prude">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<set _reactionOptions["And it made sense. I knew the verses and I felt most comfortable with that community"] = 3>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set _reactionOptions["It certainly shocked people, but felt right to me. Confidence in myself and in Christ brought more sheep to the fold. Even if they came drooling"] = 2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set _reactionOptions["But I truly felt the pull away from the flock. I didn't like the structure, but didn't have a choice"] = -1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Hallelujah! I proselytized. It felt good to do His work"] = 4>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["It irked me that the label stuck, despite how I bucked the brethren and shirked the Spirit"] = -2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["But that was fine. People are who they are and who they commune with"] = 1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["It really wasn't appropriate though. Something about the years of reading and hearing the same thing -- I felt compelled to poke holes in the arguments. Citing Deuteronomy always got a fun reaction"] = -3>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["I felt bottled up. Like I was going to explode under pressure. My body was crying out for different acts than He wanted"] = 1>><</if>> ...a prude. <br><br> Just because I attended church regularly and was a part of youth groups that happened to have His name involved, I got labeled. <br><br> <<cycle "$CC.labelReaction" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _reactionOptions>><</cycle>>. <<contentsShared>> <br><br> Which was the way //I// felt about it. But how much of that was social pressure just etching into me and how much was actually coming from within me? Who knows. And...it didn't matter how I felt about it. Made who I hung out with more or less easy to get along with, but once you get put in a box it was impossible to have judgey kids reconsider you. So, I'd have to deal with it, no matter how I viewed myself or whether or not I agreed. <br><br> Teenagers categorized each other to understand who belonged with who, and it all was an outcropping of [[not being monitored every moment of every day|CC016 - Male Gaze]] <</crossroads>> </div> <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set _Attention = { "I couldn't change them, they were just built that way" : 0 }>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> <<set _Attention["And I gave them the finger. I'm no object"] = -1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> <<set _Attention["It didn't make me feel vulnerable"] = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<set _Attention["It made me feel wanted and important"] = 2>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set _Attention["It was a compliment"] = 1>> <</if>> <<set _Reaction = { "Ignored what I could, avoided what I had to, but occasionally I liked a bit" : 0 }>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> <<set _Reaction["Freeze. Kinda felt like a deer, but they kinda felt like bears and playing 'dead' worked."] = -1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["Stop and smile. I'm not going to offend them."] = +1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value lt 0>> <<set _Reaction["I just gave them the benefit of the doubt, just continued walking along."] = -2>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["I may have gotten and given numbers. But what's wrong with that."] = +3>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["Teasing was certainly fun. They liked it and mostly it worked out to be...a not totally regrettable choice."] = +2>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["Chat them up. Always nice to hear compliments and the confident reaction always seemed to put them on their heels a bit."] = +1>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother is "young">> <<set _Reaction["It wasn't a tactic, really. I just knew not to judge a book by its cover. I didn't like labels and why close off doors."] = +3>> <</if>> /* IMAGE: Multiple male eyes */ Life was opening up, which was fantastic. There was more trust, more freedom, more flexibility to be who I was. <br><br> But that also meant not being cloistered away with adults shielding me from other adults. And the attention I was getting clearly wasn't limited to my class -- Upper Classmen were far more aggressive and blatant. Wasn't limited to my school, and certainly wasn't limited to any age-group. It became a regular occurrence, noticing a leer from creeps and weirdos. <br><br> Getting older just meant all of them, young and old, knew them or didn't, behaved more brazenly. <br><br> It was about that time that I really began to understood the comments about women being 'objectified' and what it truly was to be a vulnerable woman. I had context, <<hover>><<cycle "$CC.maleAttention" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _Attention>><</cycle>><<tipHint>>How does the attention tend to make her feel?<</hover>>. <br><br><br> I learned to <<linkexpand "take it in stride">> take it in stride, but also learned to be wary around strange men. Leading them on or pissing them off could be dangerous; they're all much bigger and stronger, and any one of them could be a psycho. <br><br> My tactic? <br><br> /* because of hover breaks inline flow */ <<hover>><<cycle "$CC.maleReaction" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _Reaction>><</cycle>><<tipHint>>How does she tend to respond to the attention?<</hover>> <br><br><br> [[But guys, writ large, aren't bad|CC017 - Guy Friends]]. <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>>/* IMAGE: Inside the garage */ <<nobr>> <<if $CC.FFsex == "F">><<set $CC.FName = $CC.FFName>><<else>><<set $CC.FName = "Maddy">><</if>> My core group, even though they //were// guys, definitely didn't make me feel like the rest of their gender. <<if $CC.FFsex == "M">><<print $CC.FFName>><<set $CC.friend1 = $CC.FFName>><<else>>Jacob<<set $CC.friend1 = "Jacob">><</if>>, Ethan and Andrew, three boys from my class. <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "boys">> Unlike the rest of the guys around me, they found themselves in the friendzone, but that made it comfortable to chill with them once or twice a week. <<else>> Andrew <<if $CC.clique == "Prude">>was one of the guys from your youth group<</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Rebel">>skated at your skatepark<</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">>was the son of one of my coaches<</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">>surprisingly lived nearby, though we met when I crushed him in League<</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>was one of the guys in my circle that never was attached to anyone<</if>> and his close friends became mine. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">> They got me into League and to join their 'Clan'. We played practically every night, and I exclusively took on the mantle of the Nine-Tailed Fox, Ahri, as the obvious A-tier pick for the Mid-Lane. <br><br> And when we weren't in a match, I felt comfortable enough for some face-to-face time, but that was mostly spent discussing changes to builds or team-comp. <</if>> Mostly this just involved <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">><<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>seeing a show on Broadway or newest IMAX screening before discussing it to death over an expansive 'snack' on the West-side.<<else>>sitting around in Washington Square park and making fun of the couples and 'street artists'.<</if>><</if>> <<if $CC.hometown == "AL">><<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>bumming around the Barber Vintage Motorsports Museum or seeing something at the Alabama Theatre<<else>>chilling in Kelly Ingram Park and making fun of the couples.<</if>><</if>> <<if $CC.hometown == "LA">><<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>sometimes deciding on going to one of the Theme Parks for a ride or two<<else>>bopping around Griffith Park and making fun of the couples.<</if>><</if>> <<if $CC.hometown == "WA">><<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>wandering around Ballard and just wandering into hot restaurants for an appetizer<<else>>scooting through the crowds at Pike Place Market and 'accidentally' getting in the way of the mongers.<</if>><</if>> <<if $CC.hometown == "NO">><<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>heading to a racetrack to watch the pit crews or the cars squealing and roaring by<<else>>out in some field, in a flatbed, or once...we might have made a crop circle.<</if>><</if>> <br><br> sitting on the curb by the 7-11 with a microwaved slice while we scrolled on our phones. But the boys were a nice break from my own gender. Estrogen and being on similar cycles can be rough. <br><br> They're silly and immature. But watching how they gave affection to each other -- far more physical and blunt than the subtleties I was used to -- was a breath of fresh air. Attracted to them? [[No, not really|CC018 - Extracurriculars]]. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>Though the looks they gave me belied their thoughts, even though they kept it to themselves.<</if>> <</nobr>><br> Besides bumming around, trying to fit in while keeping my grades up, I was able to carve out some time to... <<nobr>> <<dialogHint 'Vignettes' 'popup'>> Here we and Claire encounter our first choice in Vignettes. Like the set pieces that have occurred at home, these are small narrative sequences giving depth to her experience.<br><br>Rarely, they are small, like these, and are more focused on skill and personality development of our protagonist than anything else. <</dialogHint>> <</nobr>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'barn']] $CC.freetime == 'barn' || ($CC.hometown == "NO" && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0)>> Enjoy the local party scene. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'vandal']] $CC.freetime == 'vandal' || ($CC.hometown == "NO" && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0)>> Raise hell around town. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'helper']] $CC.freetime == 'helper' || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> Made myself of use around the neighborhood. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'church']] $CC.freetime == 'church' || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> Joined a Youth Group. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'partier']] $CC.freetime == 'partier' || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> Hit up all the weekend parties. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'home']] $CC.freetime == 'home' || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lt 0>> Chill by myself or with friends at home. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'gang']] $CC.freetime == 'gang' || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> Join a new family -- what you'd call a 'gang'. Judgey. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'volunteer']] $CC.freetime == 'volunteer' || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> Use my free time for the greater good. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'sporty']] $CC.freetime == 'sporty' || $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0>> Stay active in seasonal sports. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'beach']] $CC.freetime == 'beach'>> Get paid to enjoy the beach? Easy: lifeguard. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'club']] $CC.freetime == 'club'>> Hit the club scene. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'tailgate']] $CC.freetime == 'tailgate'>> Spend my weekends entirely ensconced in football. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'outdoors']] $CC.freetime == 'outdoors'>> Spend my time in the great outdoors. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'cheer']]>> Try out for the cheer squad. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'act']]>> Try my hand at acting. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'job']] $CC.wealth lte 3>> Get a part-time job for extra cash. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'dance']] $CC.activity == "dance" || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> Started exploring other styles of dance. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'piano']] $CC.activity == "piano" || $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 0>> Took playing seriously leaned into piano recitals. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'gym']] $CC.activity == "gym" || ($Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0)>> Dig into competition with club gymnastics. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign][$CC.hsv = 'read']] $CC.activity == "read" || $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 1>> Enroll at Community College for advanced and college-credit classes. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value --; $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++]]>> Enjoy my free time...and focus on studying. <</crossroads>><<nobr>> <<if $CC.hsv == $CC.activity || $CC.hsv == $CC.freetime>><<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>><</if>> <<set $CC.attemptBig = false>><<set $CC.attempt = false>> <<set $CC.chellaDirect = false>><<set $CC.chellaSneak = false>><<set $CC.chellaDetect = false>> <<set $CC.barnDrink = false>><<set $CC.barnLocation = false>><<set $CC.barnMusic = false>><<set $CC.barnPeople = false>><<set $CC.barnSurprise = false>><<set $CC.barnDrugs = false>> <<set $CC.FFpeople = 0>><<set $CC.FFlocation = 0>><<set $CC.FFmusic = 0>><<set $CC.FFdrink = 0>><<set $CC.FFsurprise = 0>><<set $CC.FFdrugs = 0>> <<set $CC.makeIt = 0>><<set $CC.actPath = 0>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 2>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value lt $CC.wealth || $CC.mother == "loved">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<set $CC.spoiled = true>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'barn'>> <<set $CC.barnTime = 5>> <<image framed "cc.barn.png">> <<backdrop "cc.barn.png">> An advantage to being out in the boonies is certainly the space. There's room for anything and distance to make sure it's private. The vacant spots around town had developed their own hierarchy. A perennial fave was the 'Corn Maze' -- but only when it wasn't Fall; so the cool place to be was Tanner's, or if you were in the inner-most circle: Coppice-chella. <br><br> But whether or not you were on the in, there was always some fallow field or rickety barn to co-opt with your friends. <br><br> <div id="options"> <<crossroads #options>> <<path $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> I was more than content to ''chill'' with my friends, occasionally tipping a few with them. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't disciplined or lacking self-confidence enough. <<contents>> <br><br> <<print $CC.FFName>> had a run-down barn on the property next to theirs and it became our haunt, us and The Boys. We took turns secreting off 'supplies' from our parents or elder siblings. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 2>>Occasionally, I batted by big <<print $Body.eyes>>s and had some poor sap carry some out of Local Liquor.<</if>> <br><br> It was chill, in our private world, laughing or lamenting in our safe place, with the people we trusted. The barn developed over time: a sleeping bag here, hand-me-down quilt there, some curb furniture to round out the creature comforts. It didn't matter how they looked or how we treated them. <br><br> And, despite our parent's concerns, we ''did'' occasionally do homework and study together. <br><br> But, yeah, it was mostly getting a buzz on, relieving tension and having somewhere else to crash than at home. <br><br><br> I heard some crazy stories about the events I missed, but we never risked the cops. And we had a great time, [[just us|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value --]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> Simply participating or gaining entry wasn't enough for me, I wanted to throw a ''legendary bonfire''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky or excitable enough. <<contents>> <<set $CC.attemptBig = true>> <br><br> I was going to make my mark here before I blew this pop stand. //Everyone// would remember Fire Festival. Hell, maybe it would live on after me. <br><br> Over the next couple days, when I should have been paying attention in class, I jotted down every idea that came to mind. I created quite a to-do list. None of it would be easy, but what I tackled first would have the best chance of going off well. <br><br><br> I just had to [[prioritize|CC019 - HSVign2]]. Too much to do, too little time. Shit. <<path>> I wanted to get into ''Coppice-chella''. <<contents>> <<set $CC.attempt = true>> <br><br> Coppice-chella was shrouded in mystery and legend, whispers and tales of cousins who //had// gone. It was 'run' by a couple of townies, Chet and Harry, who were the two who actually worked on the copse yearly and somehow had gotten away with this covert affair despite not owning the land. Around here, you could get shot for this kinda thing. <br><br> You couldn't show up. Unlike clubbing, simply being female wasn't enough. The little dirt frontage road was gated. Chet seated on a gatepost, checking his list and enforcing it with __his__ shotgun. Money was definitely involved, but how did you get on that clipboard? <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 0>>Maybe try the [[direct approach|CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.chellaDirect = true]] with the two of them.<</if>> Or, sus out truth from story [[around town|CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.chellaDetect = true]]. Or, just try and [[sneak in|CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.chellaSneak = true]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'gym'>> /*IMAGE: Gym Equipment (=>> gym hall - verify, ai) */ <<image framed "cc.gym.png">> <<backdrop "cc.gym.png">> <<outfit gym>> I'd been tumbling from the time I could walk. The smell of foam and rubber are the easiest triggers for my sense memory. I can still feel the impact of a mat and the drop in my gut when my brain registered I was just //slightly// off. Still, I loved the challenge of it all. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>>I was a standout because on my breaks I was literally getting back on the horse rather than chat with the others. Taking a couple more goes to see if I could improve.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>><<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>>I had the ability to push myself further and faster than others. Got my splits down first and was advanced with kids a year older than me to try the more complicated routines.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>>I felt the coaches relax when it was my attempt. Their hands a bit further away, their brains checking out for a couple seconds. I missed far less than anyone else.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>>There's an element that's unspoken. No coach is going to ''make'' you exceed your limitations, but the ones that really make it are really able to sacrifice their bodies and the coaches aren't going to stop you.<br><br><</if>> I wasn't about to be an Olympian (and stunt my development), but I didn't want to give up gymnastics altogether. <br><br> <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">> The first thing that ''had'' to change were these hairs sticking out of my leotard. The locker room -- whether or not it was because their hormones were stunted -- told me that hairless was ideal, but I could eek out a little, if I insisted. <br><br><<listbox "$Body.pubes">><<option "bald">><<option "landing strip" "strip">><</listbox>> <</if>> <br><br> After school classes only continued until a certain age, and then you started getting looks. I mean, everyone else came up to your hips at best. So, it was time to look into competitive [[club teams|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'act'>> <<if $CC.hometown == "NY" || $CC.hometown == "LA">> Being in a cultural center like I was, I didn't have to settle for a school or community production. Technically, I could try my hand at something professional. <<if $CC.parents == "loved" || $CC.parents == "together" || $CC.adoptive == "grandparents">> First, I had to convince //them// that it wasn't a crazy idea. <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lte 0 || $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0>> Using my track record so far, and maybe a little stretching of the truth, they relented. Then the ''real'' fear set in: did I really want to try this? <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC019 - HSVign2][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value --]]>> Nope, something ''more local'' would suffice. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.actPath = 2]] $CC.wealth gt 3>> There were some crazy good acting coaches around, maybe just focus ''on the craft''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't rich enough. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.actPath = 1; $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++]]>> Dakota Fanning was discovered way younger than I was...I had to ''take a shot''. <</crossroads>> <<else>> I begged, I pleaded, I bartered, but when they insisted that -- due to my behavior up til now -- they'd have to accompany me, I reconsidered and decided on something [[more local|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $CC.adoptive == "uncle">>My uncle grunted assent without looking up from the paper.<</if>> <<if $CC.adoptive == "foster">>My foster parents couldn't have cared less.<</if>> Permission came easily, so then the real fear set in: did I really want to try this? <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC019 - HSVign2][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value --]]>> Nope, something ''more local'' would suffice. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.actPath = 2]] $CC.wealth gt 3>> There were some crazy good acting coaches around, maybe just focus ''on the craft''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't rich enough. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.actPath = 1; $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++]]>> Dakota Fanning was discovered way younger than I was...I had to ''take a shot''. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<else>> Not being in a cultural center, I had to settle for a school or [[community production|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>>I mean, there __were__ agents and managers out here, maybe I could actually try that way [[outta this god-forsaken town|CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.actPath = 1]]?<</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'club'>> <<outfit club>> My skin prickled as I applied mascara, flashes of excitement hitting me as I thought about tonight's commencement of the "Legendary Tour." It was tradition passed down from year to year by the girls who went out at school: where to go, in what order, who to talk to, what to say. It was kinda like an initiation or hazing, but only the fun parts and no one was monitoring or judging you -- more than usual. <br><br> I leaned away from the mirror, turning my head one way, then the other, hands tugging down at the hem of my LBD. I lifted up onto the balls of my feet, twisted my hips slightly, patted my stomach and grinned. Fuck. I looked hot. <br><br> <<if $CC.parents == "together" || $CC.parents == "loved" || $CC.adoptive == "grandparents">> I had my whole routine prepared over the years: a rotation of who I was 'staying with,' what I wore over my outfit and a non-descript bag that both held what I needed to swap out and that didn't look garish when I was out. I barely waved on my way out the door, even to the chorus of "Have fun!" "Say Hi to..." "Don't stay up too late!" <<else>> I never bothered hiding it anymore, legs and cleavage on full display, clomping out the door in my heels, sometimes I got a wave, occasionally a "Be safe," but usually it was as if I hadn't disturbed a soul. <</if>> <br><br> And then...I was out! The cool night air of spring caressing my bare skin <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>and uncovered slit<</if>>, nipples perking as I <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>unceremoniously plopped into the Uber<<else>>made my way to the train<</if>> to meet up with the others. <br><br> Rolling up to spot one, Tao, I was unsurprised to see Ava already working the doorman -- not that she needed to, our school had been coming here for long enough to be considered regulars -- but because she enjoyed the attention. <<if $CC.FFsex == "F">><<print $CC.FFName>><<set $CC.FName = $CC.FFName>><<else>>My girl Maddy<<set $CC.FName = "Maddy">><</if>> was wearing the cute pink version of my minidress and I grabbed her into a tight hug, giving people around us flashes of our asses. I didn't care. Clubbing meant people saw things you didn't want them to, or did. Just a matter of course. <br><br> Della and Lexi rounded out the crew and with my arrival, we made our <<linkreplace "way in.">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>>way in. <br><br> We couldn't really smell the soy sauce anymore. The hours since Tao had been a restaurant helped, and now there were sweaty bodies and alcohol to mask any hint of grease -- well except in the hair of those Jersey dudes. <br><br> It <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>wasn't too expensive<<else>>was too expensive<</if>> to pay for ourselves, but that wasn't the point. We were out. We were hot. We got drinks. And soon, with just a smile, I had a cocktail in my hand. <br><br> We moved to the center of the dance floor, geisha on the brick wall looking over us. We bounced together, taking our first drinks and giggling with glee as the night began. My mind began to wander as I decided how to make this an auspicious beginning... <br><br> <div id ="club"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> I knew it was early, but I could hit up that guy by the bathroom for /* TODO Mira - Here's an instance of non-crossroads choice gated by stats/traits */ <<link "some blow.">><<replace "#club">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value -->>...I wasn't asking his name. My hand caressed his as I leaned casually against the wall next to him. I let my hip nudge and press against him and gave little flicks of eye contact. <br><br> No mention of what I wanted. His attitude made it clear that he understood what was going on, nonchalant and enjoying the attention. He made a couple of deals and enjoyed that I brought him a bit more clout. And right before I was about to get frustrated and leave, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Head inside..." <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>>Head. Inside. Got it.<</if>> And in we went, sliding into the stall in the back where the TP dispenser looked like you could ski on it. He gave a nudge at my bare shoulder and began unzipping his pants. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> Hair tie was already in hand, knees meeting the cool and sticky floor. A couple minutes later I was flying, stumbling out of the bathroom with a giant grin on my face, mascara running and a mix of tangs at the back of my throat. I wiped my nose and mouth and [[joined the girls|CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.makeIt ++; $CC.attempt = true]]. <<else>> I looked up at him incredulously. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> He sighed and shook his head, guiding my hand to his open fly. A couple minutes later, I was flying, stumbling out of the bathroom with a giant grin on my face. I wiped my hand across my dress and then cleaned up my nose as I [[joined the girls|CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.makeIt ++; $CC.attempt = true]]. <<else>> He shoved me unceremoniously out of the stall and I stumbled out of the bathroom, hearing "Cockteasing slut," as the door shut behind me. Awkwardly, I [[joined the girls|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <br> <</if>> Eh, staying with the pack was good...these were my <<link "GIRLS!">><<replace "#club">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->>GIRLS! <br><br> The music throbbed, sweat lined the bare curves of our bodies. We alternated, being pulled away for a moment to grind and dance with some rando, make out a bit and then giggling and laughing as we were tugged back, safe, to [[the pack|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</replace>><</link>> <br> I had to find someone hot. <<link "Now.">><<replace "#club">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>>Now. I sidled away from the pack as best I could without being //too// obvious. I gave a smirk to <<print $CC.FName>>, caught at the last second, but with a shrug...I was gone. <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1>> Thank god for the door quotas. Beautiful women were in droves and drew my eye. Sure, guys tried when they went out, but we went to a whole 'nother level. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> I was shocked when my wrist was tugged, spinning around and now eye-to-eye with...I'd want my identity private for obvious reasons, so I'll give her the same consideration...let's just say she's been in a Marvel movie or two. <br><br> "Oh. Uh." She beamed at my reaction, pulling me closer and we began to dance. Her fingers intertwined with mine as I felt her tight, trained body through her outfit, our thighs interwoven, bouncing slightly. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>She didn't seem to mind feeling my wetness, skin-to-skin.<<else>>I knew she could feel the heat against her quad. I felt hers.<</if>> <br><br> She hummed in my ear to the music, she didn't know the underlying song, but she was into it. Her breath puffing against my cheek, hands unweaving and moving to each other's sides. <br><br> Then we were making out. Slow, considerate, testing. Our arms moved up around each other's shoulders and that's how I spent Tao: pressed tightly against her as we 'danced,' tongues down each other's throats. <br><br> I think the shock of seeing me with her kept us at Tao too long, but eventually Lexi pulled me away. Ms. Marvel smiled and waved. My heart fluttered. We [[moved on|CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.memories.push("Made out with Marvel Heroine"); $CC.attempt = true]]. <<else>> I was also thankful for women being, generally, more fluid than men. While I felt a little 'needy'--no single girl spent the time at Tao with me--I got my dance on, I felt some ass, I got some tongue. <br><br> And then, Lexi was dragging me out of the club. We [[moved on|CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.attempt = true]]. <</if>> <<else>> Even with the door quotas, men were on the hunt and beautiful women were in droves. <br><br> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> Oof! I was pulled and found myself face-to-face with...how did //he// get in? He clearly hadn't come with lady friends and now his hands were snaking their way around my hipbones to my ass. <br><br> I laughed, "Oh uh, hi." I don't know if he heard me over the music, so I leaned in and yelled it into his ear. He didn't respond, but accepted me getting closer to lock me in. <br><br> Feeling the pressure between his legs against my body, I could sense his eagerness. My dress was being inched up around my waist and as he got a gauge on my demeanor, it didn't take him long before he was grinding against me firmly and worming his hand down to my pussy from behind. <br><br> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> I grunted, chin and nose leaning against him as his fingers found my lack of underwear and one stuffed inside me. We were less dancing and more hooking up, but we certainly weren't the only ones here focused on pleasure over fun. <<else>> His fingers rubbed at the cloth between my thighs, testing the waters before pulling them aside and stuffing a finger inside. We were less dancing and more hooking up, but we certainly weren't the only ones here focused on pleasure over fun.<</if>> <br><br> His pants got sticky quick, soaking through his clothing and into my dress. I heard him grunting into my ear and felt him clutching me to stay still. His finger was still too for those moments, then returned to pumping in and out. <br><br> I shifted my hips and tried to guide him, but he couldn't be instructed. I relented because it still felt good. He chuckled, listening to my gasps audible from our closeness. I spent Tao being worked up by this random guy on the dance floor. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>!" Lexi was dragging me away from him and his hands slid from me without complaint. He watched me leaving, fixing my minidress as I was dressed down by her and my friends as we [[moved on|CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.attempt = true]]. <<else>> Oof! I was pulled and found myself face-to-face with...how did //he// get in? He clearly hadn't come with lady friends and now his hands were snaking their way around my hipbones to my ass. Pulling them back and with a gentle pressure at his chest, I exited the grasp and found him reluctant but unsurprised, rather than trying to continue with me, he was searching for someone else. <br><br> Whew. That was close. "You alone?" came the words, loud in my ear because...well, they had to be in here. <br><br> I nodded, smiling at a much more acceptable guy. A little salt and pepper at his temples, but I accepted the attention readily and soon we were dancing. He was polite for a bit, but his hands found my rear, dress hiked to my waist as we gyrated. Fuck. I was wet. <br><br> "Oh, bye!" He laughed as suddenly I was yanked away by Lexi, shaking her head at me as I corrected my dress and we [[moved on|CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.attempt = true]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> </div> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'dance'>> <<set $CC.danceStyles = ["Ballet1"]>> <<outfit ballerina>> <<backdrop "cc.dance.png">> <<image framed "cc.dance.png">> I had grown up with a barre at my side, plié at the ready, and a tutu in my closet. I understood the rigors and expectations, and the pressure of recitals. <br><br> While adolescence had taken my weekly lessons down, I found that I missed it. I missed the structure, I missed working in tandem with others, I missed learning new techniques. <br><br> So, I gathered up my willpower -- I was out of practice and I'd be behind the curve -- and checked a local studio for classes to enroll during my free afternoons. <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.makeIt = 1]]>> Intermediate Ballet seemed doable. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.makeIt = 2]]>> Could try something completely different with Hip Hop. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.makeIt = 3]]>> Ballroom, for all those balls that happen...so often. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.makeIt = 4]]>> Or stretch the basics of Ballet into Contemporary. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'vandal'>> /*IMAGE: Night sky */ Boredom was usually the main motivator for what we did on those nights in town. The three of us, staring up at the stars, Allie smoking a cigarette, Raymond swigging from a Coors can, eventually would just get bored and one of us would come up with some random idea that sounded more fun than sitting around or going home. <br><br> That night, like it always seemed to end up being, it was... <br><br> <div id="mischief"> <<crossroads #mischief>> <<path>> Joyriding <<contents>> Taking turns behind the wheel, we spun out in the dirt, squealing as we felt the truck rock, threatening to go end over end. Or it was screaming down the highway, pulling into oncoming traffic until the very last moment. More often than not, we'd end up in the culvert laughing and crying -- partially from fear, partially from excitement -- as the truck whined and climbed back onto the asphalt. <br><br> We challenged the world, we pushed the limits of the vehicle and our own adrenaline. It was fun, but looking back it was [[stupid|CC019 - HSVign2][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++; $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++]]. <<path>> Shooting <<contents>> Raymond had his dad's .45 and he was more than happy to pop open the glove compartment and hand over the ammunition. We'd head out to some field with a downed tree or clean stump. We'd arrange the empty Coors cans and whatever odds and ends happened to be lying along the floorboards. <br><br> At first it was just target practice in the failing light, but we got adventurous quick, attempting flashy technique that none of us were really certain we'd execute until the trigger went off. <br><br> We laughed and screamed as the hand-cannon's report went off. Looking back, we were fortunate, and didn't hurt anyone, not even [[ourselves|CC019 - HSVign2][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++]]. <<path>> Skinnydipping <<contents>> Sometimes it'd be a lake or a pond, or the creek, but the water was cold, even during the Summer and who knew what was growing or living in it. So, mostly this meant hopping the fence into someone's pool, or breaking into the school and taking a swim. <br><br> Maybe it was the excitement at possibly getting caught -- and we got caught -- or it was the difficulty of trying to figure out ways in and around the locks, but there was something about being where we shouldn't have been that was incredibly fun. <br><br> And it never hurt to be naked, listening to the water lapping, most of the lights being off and having your heart pumping around people you trusted. We'd laugh and play, and eye each other's bare forms even though we'd seen them time and again. <br><br> Play would turn to __play__ and our laughter would drop off into making out, curled against each other until we got too cold or until we got [[kicked out|CC019 - HSVign2][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++; $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++]]. <<outfit naked>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'helper'>> /*IMAGE: Neighborhood */ It was a warm afternoon, just returning from school and Mr. Strong was working on his gutters. Being old and feeble climbing that high up ladder could cost him a hip. <br><br> "Mr. Strong, Oh, Mr. Strong! Please be careful. Let me help you with that." <br><br> He always struck me as a 'do it yourself' kind of guy, I hardly expected him to take me up on the offer. <br><br> "Why yes, dear. That would be nice," the ladder labor brought the words out with a surprising bellow. Shit. I just wanted the points for the offer. <br><br> Now his assistant, I crossed the lawn to his ladder, the warm breeze reminding me -- I was in a skirt. <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 1 and $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> Agreement being more important than dignity, it looked like the old man would get a show. He descended and I took his place, his hands steadying the base of the ladder. <br><br> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> I could feel his eyes on my bare legs creeping higher as my legs pumped up the rungs of the ladder. I couldn't believe I was flashing my pussy to old man Mr. Strong. I waited for a reaction, possibly the thud of him hitting the ground from a heart attack.. But hey my folks couldn't say I didn't help a neighbor in need. Just might give a little too much help. <br><br> There it came: coughing "Are you alright up there, <<print $CC.name>>?" Looking down, I saw he had downcast his own gaze. He had seen. <br><br> That old sly dog. Thinking of older men in this way usually made my skin crawl, but it felt so naughty and exciting to be on display for him for some reason. <br><br> Digging the leaves and muck from the gutters wasn't something I was prepared for --in more ways than one -- dirtying my hands. My ass shook with every cup-and-toss. I swear, the man nearly had a stroke before the day was out. And it wasn't from the heat. <br><br> With sweat -- I think it was just sweat -- lubricating my inner thighs, I finished up, coming down the ladder, "Take care, [[Mr. Strong|CC019 - HSVign2]]," <br><br> <<else>> Thankful for underwear, I assured myself the view wasn't unacceptably lewd. I was helping a neighbor, so any judgment had to put that into the balance. <br><br> I balanced at the top, driving from my mind the consideration of //what// pair of underwear I had chosen, focusing on the clog. <br><br> He cleared his throat (I wonder why), "Thank, thank you for all the help <<print $CC.name>>." I peered over my shoulder, catching him just before his gaze dropped. <br><br> "Keep me stable, Mr. Strong. It's no problem. I'll be done in a jiff." I wiggled my ass for effect as I rooted the gutter. It did feel extra stable…maybe a third leg was supporting the ladder that day. <br><br> Job complete, he thanked me as I skipped away, allowing my skirt to flare up one last time. I was devious and extra [[kind-hearted|CC019 - HSVign2][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++]]. <br><br> <</if>> <<else>> Already bound to my offer, I mulled the options over and decided my best bet was to keep my thighs closed and pin the skirt with them. Faux-skort in a way. <br><br> Hand over hand, I moved up the ladder utilizing my upper-body strength as much as I could. At the top, I got to work, shifting as little as possible. . The ladder felt stable and, checking a couple times, he didn't seem to be snatching glimpses. <br><br> "Thank you so much, <<print $CC.name>>. I would have been here all day with the bad knees and all. You are a godsend." <br><br> "No problem, Mr. Strong, just thank my parents for raising me right." Brownie points with them were //actually// useful. <br><br> Within an hour we had moseyed around and gotten the gutters clean. Flashing crisis averted. I smiled, giving him a final wave as I headed home, sweaty, dirty, but [[feeling accomplished|CC019 - HSVign2][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++]]. <br><br> <</if>> <<else>> "Oh sorry, Mr. Strong. Not really...dressed for the occasion. Please be careful!" pointing out my ensemble, he nodded. <br><br> "Oh, of course. Thanks for lookin' out for an old codger like me! Now get on home, young'n." I wasn't about to be judged for parading my hindquarters in front of a neighbor.. Perhaps there would be another neighbor in need. <br><br> Rather than go straight home, I always took a stroll around the block. It's a safe neighborhood so I didn't feel concerned about running into trouble. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> The sound of barking and screaming made me reconsider the notion. Old Ms. Unis was chasing her dog, its leash flopping behind it as it padded away. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 1 and $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>>My feet were already pounding pavement, legs burning as I took off after the young pup. <br><br> "I've got it Ms. Unis!" I shouted, mid-sprint. <br><br> Ms. Unis, huffed and puffed, stopping her own chase, "Oh. Thank. You. <<print $CC.name>>. That damn dog got away again," she choked out bent over at the waist. <br><br> The dog had a few paces on me. With the leash trailing, I'd have to get close to grab the reins unless I dove -- so I did, managing to snag the leash by the fingertips body scuffing to a stop in a neighbor's yard. <br><br> Grass-stained, I escorted the energetic mutt back to its owner. <br><br> "Here ya go, Ms. Unis. He is a fast bugger." <br><br> "Oh, you're such a dear, I will tell your parents how wonderful you are," she was pinching my cheeks. Sweaty old lady fingers. <br><br> "No problem," I grimaced. "Have a great day." She took her dog back to heel as I proudly headed home -- directly now. I had already gotten my run [[around the block|CC019 - HSVign2][$Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++]]. <br><br> <<else>> The dog was //fast//. As I got into my pace, I nearly tripped, surprised by the way it took off. But I was determined to help her, I wouldn't let my clumsiness get in my way. <br><br> ''Huff'' ''huff'' "I'll get your dog, Ms. Unis." <br><br> Gassed and already way behind: "Bless. You. <<print $CC.name>>. Bless. You!" <br><br> I chased that mangy mutt through yards. I realized it was built for this and I wasn't, I'd have to take a shot. I dove once and found, rather than the leash, a face full of grass and scraped knees. Lurching myself back upright, I pressed on. <br><br> Though the dog was athletic, it wasn't smart. Moments after my fall, it became enraptured by stray dog droppings and had stopped to sniff. I pounced, snagging the leash. <br><br> Half-beaten and half-dead I marched the pup back to its owner. "Here is your rascal," wincing slightly as my scraped knee began to throb. <br><br> "Ooo, that looks bad. Go home and tend to that. I'll be sure to tell your parents how wonderful you are <<print $CC.name>>." She scolded the dog and walked away, leaving me surprised she hadn't offered nanny-sensibilities and helped me out with my injuries. <br><br> I limped my way home, feeling proud to have my [[badges of honor|CC019 - HSVign2][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> I heard screaming and a dog barking excitedly but I couldn't make out where. It sounded like a neighbor needed help. Unfortunately, it the noises trailed off before I could be a [[super-neighbor|CC019 - HSVign2][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value --]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'church'>> <<outfit basejeans>> I don't know why I was jittery. It was only a youth group. I'd probably know at least some, if not all of the other members simply because of the overlap of the congregation. Maybe it was excitement. <br><br> <<image framed "cc.church.png">> We assembled around the fire pit in the back of the church. Logs were situated at angles to form natural seating. With the backdrop of the stained glass, we got settled. I smiled around, trying to make that initial connection. <br><br> "Hey, I'm <<print $CC.name>>." I stood, looking around the other kids around my age and I did recognize many of them from Sundays. <br><br> "Hey, <<print $CC.name>>." A rolling response. Then the youth minister grinned, a blade of grass playing between his fingers, "What verse speaks most to you?" <div id="verse"> <<crossroads #verse>> <<path>> "Romans 12:2" <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <br><br> "Ah, interesting. And what part of it speaks strongest to you?" <br><br> "Then you will be able to test--" <br><br> "So it's your job to test God's will?" <br><br> I smiled, easy trap, "To discover his will. By breaking the bonds of normalcy. It's in the frayed edges that we find ourself and Him." <br><br><br> He nodded. And so it went, around the circle, a personal investigation of [[the Bible|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <<path>> "Ephesians 6:12 <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <br><br> "Ah, interesting. And what part of it speaks strongest to you?" <br><br> "...against the rulers--" <br><br> "Is the church not an authority? Should you struggle against the church--this group?" <br><br> I laughed, "Are you infused with forces of evil?" <br><br><br> He smiled. And so it went, around the circle, a personal investigation of [[the Bible|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <<path>> "John 16:33 <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <br><br> "Ah, interesting. Have you suffered trouble?" <br><br> "Who has not?" <br><br> "And do you see evidence of His overcoming the world?" <br><br> "Are we here, together today?" <br><br><br> He nodded. And so it went, around the circle, a personal investigation of [[the Bible|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'partier'>> /*IMAGE: Keg and cups */ Pretty much every weekend, you could find some house where the parents were gone. And then it was about being in the know, or knowing who was in the know. <br><br> And you never had to bring anything except your self. They were being thrown for social clout, to make some friends, or just get some strange. A free party, though? Yes. Please. <br><br> Why my enthusiasm? <div id="party"> <<crossroads #party>> <<path>> Doing something ''I wasn't supposed to''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <br><br> Sneaking out was a thrill like none other. Or the lie that I was over at <<print $CC.FName>>'s with a change of clothes in my bag? Epic. <br><br> There was also this little 'danger' factor when I was at a party. No one knew what I was going to get up to. People knew I have higher limits and fewer inhibitions. //I// was the party. <br><br> Sure, there were some regrets. Many groundings. Some detentions when the word got back to school. But a life full of regrets is a life well-lived. <br><br><br> Oh! And if the cops were called and I had to scramble, drunkenly or high off my ass out of a bathroom window? Chased by flashing red and blue was a kick you'll never know until you [[try it|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <<path>> ''Getting blitzed'' was freeing. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value -->> <br><br> So what I didn't remember most of them. I'm a proud member of never having to get my stomach pumped and not being the girl that had a rep of always heading into some back room. <br><br> I also was a champ when it came to flip cup and beer pong. Guys feared me -- or at least really enjoyed having a competitive girl across the table from them. <br><br> And I was a ton of fun, always invited because people knew I was going to keep the party going as long as I could, calling for others to rally. <br><br><br> So, like I said. I didn't need to remember the party itself. People would remind me what happened and what I did the [[next Monday|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <<path>> I didn't want to feel like I ''wasn't included''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <br><br> I hated hearing the next Monday about some crazy thing that Derek had done. Or that 'everyone who's everyone' was somewhere...where I hadn't been. It was like a judgment of who I was and how much fun I could be. <br><br> I was fun! I wasn't dancing on a table or getting black out, but I could pull attention from guys, and I was right in the mix on a Never Have I Ever. <br><br><br> But more than anything else, the enjoyment for me was being able to spread the word a little bit. To feel important and on the inner circle. Watching someone's face light up when I gave them the time and place. [[Incredible|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'home'>> /*IMAGE: Guy looking in the window */ The best part of spending extra time at home? The freedom to goon and masturbate alone. Ah, the sweet, sweet sound of no one around. <br><br> Maybe I should have spent a little more time with something productive, but the release and calmness that would come after cumming? I really understood the meaning of 'ecstatic'. <br><br> I would hurry home, sometimes cutting out of a free period early, knowing the household calendar and timing to a 'T'. Like clockwork, I would unlock the front door and call out as I came in, locking behind me as I took in the sound of silence. <br><br> Then it was dropping my bag on the floor and bounding down the hallway to my bedroom, working my clothes, eager to make <<linkexpand "the most of each moment.">> the most of each moment. <<outfit naked>> <br><br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> My mind would return to a moment earlier in the day that had turned me on: a thought I had in class, someone during PE, or just what I had logged in the brain bank. My hand was between my legs while I was disrobing, making myself grunt as I got to business. <br><br> I had been ready before I opened the door and my folds welcomed my fingers, climbing up onto my bed, leaning back on one elbow with my thighs dropped open. <br><br> The build-up was the best part, groaning out as my body fought my mind when I shifted off 'right there' and let the impending orgasm dissipate, making my loins ache. <br><br> And there, cheeks pink, fingers grinding slightly against my <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>smooth skin<<else>>hair<</if>> on top of my mound, I gasped, freezing as I realized someone was looking in my window. <br><br> It was gardening day. I had forgotten and definitely not taken precautions, in flagrante delicto. When he noticed I noticed, he grinned, waving the shears in his gloved hand. <br><br> <div id="caught"> <<crossroads #caught>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> Keep going? ''Fuck it''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <br> <<scrollIntoView>> Since my fingers were already pausing, I used them to give a little wave as I smirked back. My free hand slid up to my <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>>perky<</if>> <<print $Body.tits>> and began to tweak one nipple as my fingers resumed my second climb of the afternoon. <br><br> He grinned broadly and leaned on the hedge by the window, watching intently as I worked myself up again, nodding in agreement as my body lurched moments before I would cum as I stopped. A little sweaty, heart thumping, I grinned broadly at him and patted lightly at my pussy. <br><br> I got focused at that point, lest I actually cum too quickly, and him watching gave me more to get aroused about. A third, fourth, fifth, sixth hill, dots forming in my vision as I gasped up at the ceiling, fingers trembling. I needed to stop or else I wouldn't be able to control myself. With a throbbing ache in my core I slid off the bed with wobbly legs and rolled my eyes as I saw he had been recording. <br><br> Okay, enough of that. I yanked the curtain shut with a quick little [[kiss-y face|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <<path>> Quickly ''shut the curtains''? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> <<outfit default>> <br> <<scrollIntoView>> Oh, //fuck// no. The pink in my cheeks became red as I bounced and jiggled my way over to the window. Yanking the curtains shut, I vowed to add that to my calendar -- I'd not forget ''that'' detail [[again|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <<path $CC.maleAttention gt 1>> Give him a ''show''. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't want male attention enough. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <br> <<scrollIntoView>> Well, this certainly got more interesting. He was //cute//. The sweaty, dirty glisten on his body gave me more to work with. My fingers -- already paused -- gave a little wave to him and then a 'come here' curl. His eyes popped and I nodded. He disappeared. <br><br> I took the moment to bring myself up the hill again, grunting out as I heard movement inside the house, which brought my arousal nearly to a surprising peak and I had to squirm, yanking my hand away from my pussy just in time. <br><br> And as I gasped up at the ceiling, I saw him again, entering my room. Not alone. All three of the gardening team were around my bed, "Bonita..." came the old one. <br><br> My body was a little pre-occupied to do anything, "N-no touching." I tried to wave them off with one hand. <br><br> "Sí, Sí, Sí." The middle-aged one nodded and made a little blocking move with his arms. Content enough with that, I started again. I felt the weight of one of them joining me on the bed as I moaned and breathed hard. <br><br> Hearing their comments about my body, their encouragement, smelling the exhaustion and testosterone of their bodies...it was the best session I'd ever had. <br><br> It was probably the best job they'd had either. And most months we had some kind of a repeat -- [[win-win|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'gang'>> <<set _fight = 0>> <<outfit gang>> How had //I// become a part of a gang? Don't judge a book by its cover. I didn't get corrupted, I didn't fall in with the bad kids. I don't think people really understand the reason behind coming together, having people solid around you. A team. A community. <br><br> It had, honestly, just been happenstance. I was coming home from school and stopped short, seeing these kids -- well, they were older than me, but kid-like energy -- hanging precariously from the edge of a roof. One had a spray can and the rest were cheering him on. <br><br> <<image framed "cc.gang.joining.png">> "What'cha doin?" I called up to them. Even the one dangling for his life looked down to me, as if there was zero danger. Immediately, I could sense they were preparing to attack or run...and then...There was a collective look of surprise and curiosity. <br><br> "Initiation, hot stuff. Come on up." It was then I realized that they were older than me, and this guy was closer to thirty. His name was Amari and he led our group. He had years of experience and deeply cared about ''his''. It felt fatherly, it felt friendly, it felt like home. <br><br> And not a day later, it was time for my <<linkexpand "initiation">> <br><br> <div id="initiation"> I had been given the option to either get: <<scrollIntoView>> <<crossroads #initiation>> <<path>> Sexed in <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> The couple girls that were part of the group had let me know it was the expected way in, and since I had a pussy, I'd be hooking up with the gang anyway, might as well start from the start. And so I spent the afternoon in a parking lot in the back of a Honda Civic. <br><br> They were all chilling, blasting music from the car speakers and getting drunk off Bud Light they'd lifted last night. One by one, they would get into the backseat, chatting with each other as I gave them head. It was hours of the most casual sexual activity, my jaw ached, my neck throbbed, my hands were pruned and raw. My mouth tasted of bleach-y, salty tang as the gang busted nuts in my mouth. <br><br> My win, though, was despite how turned on I got -- thanks teen hormones -- and how pushy and handsy some of them got, it never escalated to sex. The girls were surprised. I was proud. <br><br> My body felt absolutely destroyed, though. I wondered if I'd be less exhausted and beaten down if I had gotten jacked in [[instead|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <<path>> Jacked in <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> An abandoned parking lot, at night. Car headlights providing illumination as I squared off against one of the gang's female members. <br><br> Our hair was up, jewelry put away, clothing as tight and unimportant as I could manage. I'd never been in a fight. She certainly had. I had heard that girls usually took the sex-in route, or weren't given an option. I hoped I wouldn't come out of this broken and scarred. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>><<set _fight ++>>While she looked good, slender and attractive, it probably was more diet than effort, I could tell quickly that my body was more used to exertion.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>><<set _fight ++>>Most of a fight was maneuver and reading your opponent. I seemed to be able to catch her steps off the shift in her weight, and her strikes from the tension in her shoulders.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 1>><<set _fight ++>>The parking lot was bare, but old, and even tussling on asphalt had its own dangers, but I kept my footing as we made contact.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>><<set _fight ++>>A strike to the face, a punch to the gut, wrenched hair or the goddamn clawing -- I steeled myself against the pain and bodily shock.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 1>><<set _fight ++>>Key to fighting was out-thinking your opponent. And I clearly had an edge, catching her unawares most of the time.<br><</if>> We tore into each other, screaming like <div id = "fight"> <<link "banshees">><<replace "#fight">> banshees. <<if _fight gt 3>> The brutality of the finish was not something I had even conceived of as I jammed her head against the ground. Her body went limp, my eyes went wide, I instantly regretted this and hoped I hadn't killed her. My new clan whooped and tugged my bruised and beaten body up from my still opponent. <br><br> While I felt elation, I kept trying to turn back to her motionless body on the concrete while they congratulated me and I was [[inducted|CC019 - HSVign2]].<<else>>The brutality of the finish was not something I had even conceived of -- but she had -- my hands grasping for her wrists as she clamped onto my head and slammed me down against the concrete. Black. <br><br> When I woke up, I was in her bed sometime the next morning. I hurt all over. She had spent a few moment of my unconsciousness beating my body til she had been stopped. But now she was nursing my bruised and beaten body back to the living. And I had been [[inducted|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <<path>> Tagged in <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> And there I was, hanging by my wrist, thirty or forty feet above the street below, body banging up against the brick wall as one of the guys let me dangle over my death. It all depended on our hands staying clasped. I willed my palms to not sweat as I grunting and tried to gain purchase with my feet and use my free hand to do some art. <br><br> The fun part had been designing my tag during home room in a sketchpad. But now I had to execute. I don't know why I had thought they wouldn't be doing the same kind of thing as the previous inductee -- and here I was, wearing a skirt. <br><br> I was giving a show, luckily to no one as my thighs and calves tensed, spread widely and I sprayed. No time to think about decency as I applied my mark to the side of an apartment building. <br><br> The skirt was up around my hips, the guys leaning over the ledge getting not only between my legs <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>of my <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>bare mound<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bush">>hairy mound<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>landing strip<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>manicured womanscape<</if>> and pink<<else>>of my underwear color of choice of the day<</if>>, but also of my bouncing chest. <br><br> I strained, tugging myself up for leverage, fingertips digging into the meaty flesh of his arm. Eventually, nearing the end, I wasn't proud of my exhausted whimpers, but I was done. I was alive, hauled back up and rolling onto my back as I tossed the can away, panting breathlessly while just leaving the show. I was racked with a near-death experience and recovering from such a weird ask of my body. They cheered me on, circling me and applauding. I laughed, smiled, sighed, smacking my palms against the hot roof in finality. <br><br> I was [[inducted|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'volunteer'>> <<outfit volunteer>> /* IMAGE: Salvation Army */ Giving of my free time wasn't only for experiences and my college application. It really felt good. My usual haunt was the nearby Salvation Army, and the 'hiring' process was ridiculously easy. They needed bodies, especially free bodies. Matias, a middle-aged man with an accent I could never place, ran the place. He was simultaneously beaten-down and over it and supremely kind, giving and invested. <div id="vol"> <br><br> Mostly, he'd assign me to the mall to work the: <<crossroads #vol>> <<path>> ''Cash register'' <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> <br><br> We weren't exactly the most in-demand store in town. Our typical customers fell into two broad categories: those slumming for vintage finds for resale or their own vanity, and those who made your heart ache. <br><br> The former would try and haggle with me at the counter. Haggle. Over donated goods. Over things designed for the 'have nots'. It infuriated me and gave me a distinct pleasure to be able to find ways to say no. It was them that kept the place running anyway. <br><br> The latter really opened my eyes to all the different strata below the 'average' line. Not just the displaced and unhoused, but those that were struggling under the weight of family and capitalism. It was mothers and fathers, it was kids who'd run away from nasty situations, it was normal people who'd been dealt a bad hand. <br><br> Sometimes I'd have to step in and stop theft. From both kinds of people. The needs and why's behind the act were so vastly different, but I loved getting security sic'd on the ones that took because they could and I also loved putting a few dollars in the register instead of ratting on those that were taking because they [[needed to|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <<path>> ''Bins'' <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value -->> <br><br> Absolutely back-breaking labor because I was bent over most of the day, rummaging through bags of the most varied items in the world. Most of it was essentially trash that people went through far too much effort to get into a landfill. Some of it was gems or little nostalgia that made me smile. <br><br> A lot of it was folding clothes. Packing clothes. Storing clothes. And then the stocking. <br><br> Up a ladder that had probably seen use in the early 20th century, trying to figure out a way for //me// to get things up or down solo. <br><br> "You okay?" I nearly fell off the ladder. <br><br> Matias. "Uh. Yeah. Thank you." His hand steadied the ladder. I worked the box off the shelf. Then cold and prickles went down my back. I was in a skirt. <br><br> I tried to ignore the situation as I clambered awkwardly down the ladder, legs working wide and knees open. He was getting an absolute front-row ''Show'' of <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<print $CC.name>>'s holes.<<else>>the upskirt performance of the year.<</if>> <br><br> He didn't mention anything. I didn't either. "Don't be getting yourself killed. Call me over if you're going up a ladder again." Oh, I'm sure you wanted me to. <br><br> I tried to make sure I wore at least shorts from [[then on|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <<path>> ''Donation station'' <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <br><br> I was like the mall Santa when it wasn't Winter. Standing by a tripod little box and trying to guilt people into putting their loose change in the slot. <br><br> Did people have change anymore? Didn't really seem like it. And it tried my wherewithal. Getting no's was tough, especially when they came with utter dismissal of my existence. They'd walk by, no matter how cute I looked. <br><br> But, occasionally I think my femininity and the surprise at the station not just being attended by some down and out dude did mean for more donations than expected. <br><br> //But// it was usually from guys that I really wasn't that interested in talking to. And man, did they want to talk. Why were they hanging around a mall anyway? <br><br> And I was captive. Stuck by the little red tripod until the end of my shift. I had some uncomfortable encounters, but being public saved me from worse. <br><br> It was my toil, but at least I could [[people watch|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'sporty'>> <<image framed "cc.sporty.soccer.png">> <<outfit soccer>> As the leaves started to turn, I was out in cleats, truly getting my steps in as we ran back and forth on the soccer field. Coach Ben would blow the whistle and we'd do sprints, burpees, cones -- he always had a new drill for us to do. And then we'd settle into our positions for some mock play. Guys got to do shirt and skins, we settled on orange pinnies. <br><br> It wasn't the most glamorous of the sports -- football was in season, but our Dads and Moms were on the sidelines with an impressive number of other spectators. I guess bare coltish legs pelting across an open field, all the bouncing that came with it, plus hearing girls grunt had its own draw. <br><br> I squared up... <div id = "position"> <<crossroads #position>> <<path>> Defending the net <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> Defending the net in the goal, knees flexed and leaning slightly forward as I watched the rest of my team scramble back and forth across the field. A few steps to the left, a shift to the right. Planted, ready. <br><br> And then the ball was punted to the other end. Relax. Stretch a bit. Cheer on my girls. <br><br> It's coming back. Focused, on the balls of my feet as the attack came, as my defenders tried their best -- nudging the attacking angle out of position. And then came the strike: <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte 7>> My hands caught leather and the ball went over the net, "Corner!" called Coach Ben with another blow of his whistle. As I dusted the grass off myself, he gave me a nod and thumbs up. I was a solid goalie and kept our [[team competitive|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <<else>> My fingertips brushed the rocket that was a soccer ball, but too late, I had gotten distracted and the goal was made. Coach Ben blew his whistle and as I dusted the grass off myself he hustled center for the kickoff. I wasn't the best goalie, but none of the other girls [[wanted the job|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</if>> <<path>> In the backfield <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> In the backfield defending our goal. A slight jog as I kept a good vector on a potential attack, watching their strikers and ensuring that they didn't have a breakaway. <br><br> And then the pass went deep into the enemy territory and I crossed mid-field, ready to redirect the attack for an assist, to put pressure on their out of place defenders. A shot on goal, no good. <br><br> Now it was heading our way, backpedaling and getting my ass in gear, their counter-attack was coming. I fell alongside their Forward, both of our chests heaving as we matched stride. <br><br> Then she tried to juke... <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value - $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte 7>> Nope! not on my watch. I took the opportunity for a sliding tackle, sending the ball off her foot and out to the sidelines. <br><br> Our throw-in! Coach Ben blew his whistle and getting a jog on. As the girls hustled for a continuation of play, I brushed myself off and gave their Forward a 'good game' smack on the ass. She gave me a double-smack and Coach Ben threw me a thumbs-up. I was a great defender and kept our opposition trying down the other side [[of the field|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <<else>> Nope! Not on my watch. I took the opportunity for a slide tackle, but she was ready for it -- had planned it -- and I went under her stride and missed the ball. <br><br> Goal. Coach Ben blew his whistle and got his jog on for a kickoff. As the girls hustled into position for the next play, I brushed myself off, feeling a quick, hard smack on my ass as their scoring Forward passed me with a wink. I wasn't the best defender and definitely known to be the [[weak point|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</if>> <<path>> As a striker <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> As a striker ready to attack, salivating for a score. At mid-line I jogged sideways, keeping in range of their attack, watching our defenders do their difficult job and ready for a sudden reversal of fortune. <br><br> And there it was. A great sacrifice of a body, tackle and the black and white was spinning my way. Awesome. Time for a counter-attack. I trapped the ball and spun on a dime, pressing into their field quickly. Aggressive. //Hungry//. <br><br> Their defender, slightly out of position, tried to vector in on me. Our chests heaved, our muscles strained and tensed, our eyes darting around trying to measure everything around us. <br><br> I saw their misstep and my opportunity... <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte 7>> Her eyes went wide, she knew I was beating her and she had a split-second to react. She chose to collide while trying for the ball. Coach Ben blew his whistle -- foul. Time for a Free Kick. <br><br> Not Beckham or Keira Knightly, but I had a little bend in my shot. Up, around and...in. Goal! The girls crowded around me, grabbing me tight and all getting solid smacks in on my ass before we headed back for the kickoff. Coach Ben threw me a thumbs-up. I was a great forward, girls knew to [[worry about me|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <<else>> I didn't have the edge I expected and she tackled, sending the ball off my cleat and to the sideline. Their throw-in. Shit. <br><br> Coach Ben blew his whistle and the girls got ready for continuation of play as the defender gave me a little wink. I was a weak attacker, but occasionally things fell [[my way|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'tailgate'>> /* IMAGE: Parking Lot Outside a Stadium */ /* CLOTHES (NEEDED) : Auburn shirt */ Football was an altar to be worshipped at. We'd pile into a truck, a van, a bunch of cars and we'd down to Auburn when the season was in and occasionally we'd swing over to Atlanta for a Falcons game. It was an excuse to get out of town. It was an excuse to hang out. It was an excuse to drink. But mostly, it was an excuse to watch our guys beat the living shit out of the other teams. <br><br> We'd spend hours outside the Stadium in the lead-up to the game. Tailgates would drop, coolers would be dropped onto the asphalt, and we'd break out some grills. The heat was intense out in the parking lot, but we didn't care. We'd come home with sunburns, dehydration and raw voices and it would all be worth it because we won. <br><br> There was so much going on, so much energy and passion, but the thing that was my favorite part of tailgating? <div id="fave"> <<crossroads #fave>> <<path>> What was in the ''coolers''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value -->> <br><br> There was //so// much beer around. And I knew that I couldn't have any when we got into the Stadium. The last thing that I wanted was for my ID to be confiscated in front of family. So, I had to be a bit more creative in how to get my buzz on and go hard and early to get there. <br><br> It was a veritable treasure trove of stocked coolers, but there were also tons of people around and not everyone was keen on handing a cold one to someone like me. <br> <div id = "beer"> I found my best method was... <br> <<crossroads #beer>> <<path>> Sneaking and ''stealing''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <br><br> Not everyone was paying attention every second and as they got drunker, I could get a bit more brazen. Just sit on or near a cooler...wait...wait...pop the lid, grab one and take a quick trip to the bathroom or something. <br><br> I'd chug it down and come back with the biggest shit-eating grin on my face. Everyone always seemed to wonder why I got to be more fun as the day went on. <br><br><br> The hangover also hit early and hard, but I wasn't DD for anyone, so why should I be [[sober|CC019 - HSVign2]]? <<path>> The people I ''didn't know''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <br><br> Rather than risk getting caught by the people who could actually get me in trouble, there were so many other tailgaters around. Guys -- drunk guys moreso -- are always more than willing to throw a beer to a cute girl they don't know. <br><br> Make an excuse. Head out from our setup and start meandering the other rows of cars. Eventually, I'd get hit on. I'd smile and walk on over, making sure I had an extra playfulness in my eyes and bounciness to my body. Chat a bit as I drank my beer, avoid topics of my age -- they never asked anyway -- and then leave before they tried anything with me. <br><br><br> The hangover also hit hard and early, but I wasn't DD for anyone, so why should I be [[sober|CC019 - HSVign2]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> What was on the ''field''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <br><br> Painted face, current jersey. I was the uber-fan. And I could argue with the best of them about the calls on the field, the play choice, the over-under on who was going to win (Auburn). Just 'cause I was female didn't mean that I couldn't hang with the most ravenous fan. <br><br> Because that was //me//. We'd get into the stadium and my heart would pound a bit faster. I was standing almost the entire game. Go get snacks? Yeah, __you__ can. I'd scream myself mute. <br><br> I might get in a fight with other fans from time to time, especially if they were from the opposing team, but being a lady meant that I was give a bit more breadth and didn't have to truly worry. <br><br><br> Goddamn did I love this [[sport|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <<path>> Who was at the ''game'' <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <br><br> The game wasn't that important to me. Don't tell anybody, but it was an excuse more than anything else. I wanted the social activity. I wanted to drink in the excitement with some guys. And //man// was there testosterone. <br><br> There were other girls, but they were clearly eye candy. I wondered if I fell into that category too. But it was a meat market of men. And when they got drunk, they got hornier and more open. And handsier, which was a problem, but one that came with the territory. <br><br> I did have to be careful, not just of the guys, but also so that I didn't get in trouble with <<print $DName>>. I couldn't appear __too__ keen on the attention, and I had to at least appear passably interested in the sport. <br><br> But I still got to end up in a lap or two, or pulled tight against a guy. <br><br><br> Goddamn did I love this [[sport|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'outdoors'>> <<image postcard "cc.outdoors.png">> <<outfit backpacker>> One of the best things about living in the Pacific Northwest was the proximity to wild, 'untamed' nature. When the weather was compliant, I'd spend a weekend a month trying a new trail. <br><br> Meditation in solitude, the gentle exertion while communing with Mother Nature, it was a dream. Immensely relaxing after the stress of school, home, and whatever odds and ends of annoyance my 'friends' threw at me. Phone on silent. Disconnected. <div id = "trails"> My favorite trails were... <<crossroads #trails>> <<path>> ...the popular ones. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> <br> My favorite trails were the popular ones. <br><br><br> Solitude without being alone. The little hi's and smiles as you passed a couple coming the other way. <br><br> The trails were well-kept, well-worn and well-known. While it didn't make for a difficult hike, I just did them to get away from everyone else. And you got to have these little moments with other people as you stopped for lunch or a water break. <br><br> It could be knowledge about the trail up ahead, comments about the day...or their dogs. That was the best thing about these walks: owners with their mutts. You could tell how happy they were to be sniffing around, leaping up the dirt trails and chasing a bird or squirrel. <br><br><br> We were all supposed to be out here, in [[my opinion|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <<path>> ...the tough ones. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <br> My favorite trails were the tough ones. <br><br><br> Breakneck was part of the name? I was there. The more climbing, the more gradient, the more I wanted to try it out. I wanted to push myself and conquer whatever had stopped other hikers. <br><br> <<print $CC.MName>> begged me to stop going out there as we were nursing another sprained ankle or my cut-up hands. But that made me want to go out again next weekend. Everyone out there was as serious as I was. Hiking was supposed to be difficult. There's a reason trail and trial used the same letters. <br><br> And that rush when you just conquered a ridge or overgrown path and got to give a little advice to the next person making the ascent? Golden. <br><br><br> Best though was at the end -- there was some beautiful vista showing just how small people were compared to the world -- oxygen deprivation in the brain was like a kind of euphoric drug. [[Gimme more|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <<path>> ...the unknown ones. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <br> My favorite trails were the unknown ones. <br><br> There was an elite few who were pathfinders of old. Resurrecting old trails that weren't in service any more, or finding our own way in the wilderness. <br><br> It required a certain way of thinking: caution and pre-planning were the name of the game. No one was out there to save you if something went wrong...and nine times out of ten, these weren't official trails and we weren't supposed to be out there either. <br><br> But to dig your mark into a tree, denoting to the next hiker -- the follower -- where you had been before. It was a little like being a modern day Sacagawea. Plus, it was so serenely quiet. Only animals as companions and neighbors. <br><br><br> And then you'd return, worn out, but dropping a pin online, leaving the information on a website. And there it was: my contribution, my creation, my [[path|CC019 - HSVign2]]. If only life were that easy. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'piano'>> Madame Demianova was of few words, strong hands, and a serious demeanor. I'd show up twice a week in the afternoons once classes ended and we'd sit in her living room. Scales. Intervals. <br><br> <<image framed "cc.piano.png">> I was glad to be done with "Mary Had a Little Lamb," and "Twinkle, Twinkle" -- but practicing playing wasn't so much about having fun and playing as getting the muscles into memory. <br><br> She didn't swat my hands, but she was firm and instructive. It was also kind of cute -- there was always a cup of tea waiting for me when I arrived. <br><br><br> "Alright. Enough. <<print $CC.name>>. I'm having recital. What will you play?" I had a choice? This was new. I tried to fight the excited smile that was starting to dance across my face. <div id = "piano"> <<crossroads #piano>> <<path>> Classical? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <br><br> It pleased her immensely, I could tell. And I guess it was what was expected of people playing piano at a recital. Some Chopin would do the trick. <br><br> She dug out her musty library of Chopin and we proceeded to work through the choices. I think she enjoyed it most getting to play each piece, even the easily recognizable ones -- but it was all to give me a taste of what they were. <br><br><br> It was a rare release and opportunity for her, so I sipped tea and gave my fingers [[a rest|CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.makeIt = 1]]. <<path>> Modern? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> <br><br> Just because it was new doesn't mean it was easy. People've been trying to take the Masters and give them their own spin for hundreds of years. <br><br> They tended to be more difficult, but also it would be something that people wouldn't know. I would be bringing something new to the table and maybe impress a few people. <br><br> She didn't have much on hand, but played through some Cage and Bernstein to give me some options. My mind was already running wild as I considered options. <br><br><br> I spent the evening on YouTube, checking things out and seeing what [[grabbed me|CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.makeIt = 2]]. <<path>> Popular? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> <br><br> I think she nearly dropped dead. Disappointment rang clear in her expression. But it also didn't look like something she hadn't heard before. <br><br> She wouldn't fight me on it, which was honorable of her and I was thankful for that at least -- I don't know if I could stand up to her resilient, austere presence. <br><br> "Fine. Bring it Thursday." And with that, we adjourned early. Probably so she could scream when I left. <br><br><br> I went through my playlists, seeing what songs I liked and checking to see if I could find sheet music...and if it could even be played by a piano. Wow. Finding something good and usable was going to be harder than I [[thought|CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.makeIt = 3]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'read'>> /* IMAGE: Books on a desk */ I liked school well enough, and was certainly good at it, but that didn't mean I wanted to stay in school forever. I could graduate early and get to college sooner, or do the work now and save time later for something else. A trade of time. I had time now with few options, time later had so many more possibilities! <br><br> I was already taking as many Advanced and college-credit classes that my high school offered, but there was Community College that could accelerate the process. So, my days were school days and nights were school nights. <br><br> First, I needed to focus on what the goal was: <div id = "goal"> <<crossroads #goal>> <<path>> ''Early'' graduation <<contents>> <<set $EarlyGrad = true>> <<path>> A lighter load in ''college'' <<contents>> <<set $APTaken = true>> <<contentsShared>> <br><br> Most of my classmates fell into the category of remedial adults, trying to get equivalency, some were more middle-aged and trying something new -- getting a degree in something else while they worked during the day, and others were just bored old people as far as I could tell. So that left me, the overachiever to remind them of failures, missed opportunities and essentially be the pariah that no one wanted to associate with. <br><br> Upside? The TAs and adjuncts teaching the classes appreciated the right answers and the work ethic I brought to class, and I tended to be closer to their age as well. I gotta say, my butt really got used to the feeling of [[desks|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <br><br> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'job'>> As soon as I could, I jumped at the opportunity to make a little Skrilla on the side. It would give me some freedom to buy what I wanted, do what I wanted, and be the person I wanted to be. <br><br> <div id="jobchoice"> There was the perennial option of: <<crossroads #jobchoice>> <<path>> Working ''in a restaurant''. <<contents>> I filled out a couple applications, dropped them off across the chains and local joints in our area and heard back relatively quickly from Ida's. <br><br> "So. <<print $CC.name>>. First job, eh? Getting a jump on everyone else your age...that's good." Deborah scanned the sparse entries on my application while talking essentially to herself. "So. I've got an opening at reception." <br><br> <div id = "placement"> <<if $CC.spoiled == true || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> My initial reaction: "Really? I was thinking /* TODO Mira - Here's an example of gated options that only appear if the traits/stats are correct */ <<link "server">><<replace "#placement">> Deb flushed. A stern gaze. A showdown at high...three PM...<<if ($Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value) gte 7>><<set $CC.makeIt = 3>>"Well, there might be a shift or two we could have you do a trial run." I beamed as I slid out of the booth, "See you [[this weekend|CC019 - HSVign2]]."<<else>><<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>>"I appreciate your pluck, but now's not the time. We have a full staff of servers. See you this weekend for your first shift at the door." She slid out of the booth, leaving me unceremoniously alone. Well, at least [[I tried|CC019 - HSVign2]].<</if>> <</replace>><</link>>..." but did I say those words or <<link "take what I could get">><<replace "#placement">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>>"Perfect. Just show up on time, look nice, smile and keep our servers happy and you'll do great. Look forward to seeing you this weekend!" I nodded and slid out of the booth, it sounded straight-forward and [[simple enough|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <<else>> "Oh, okay. Yeah <<link "that sounds good">><<replace "#placement">> "Perfect. Just show up on time, look nice, smile and keep our servers happy and you'll do great. Look forward to seeing you this weekend!" I nodded and slid out of the booth, it sounded straight-forward and [[simple enough|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</replace>><</link>>" <</if>> </div> <<path>> Join the legions of Dashers and ''do deliveries''. <<contents>> <<set $CC.makeIt = 1>> Enlisting was insanely simple, just upload a picture of your ID, give them access to my location on my phone, and switch on or off the "Deliver" button. There were a litany of terms and conditions, legal blah blah, and eventually my eyes glazed over and I just hit Accept. Seemed easy enough. I grabbed my bike and got ready to help out some [[lazy asses for cash|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <<path>> Or there was always ''retail''. <<contents>> <<set $CC.makeIt = 2>> I walked the corridors of the slowly dying dinosaur of the mall, tossing some applications around, receiving some perfunctory interviews and then returned home. A day later <<print $CC.MName>> let me know that an Abercrombie had called to let me know I was hired and to show up [[this weekend|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'beach'>> /* IMAGE: Lifeguard Station */ <<outfit lifeguard>> There's nothing like the sun's rays beating down, collecting a nice tan...ahh...What better reason to take this 'job'? <br><br> <<image framed "cc.beach.png">> Just watching the waves crash and making sure dumb-dumbs don't drown is a pretty easy gig.<br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>Also it's a great place to scope guys.<</if>><br> Work on my swimming.<br> Read a <<if $CC.opening !== "dumb">>spy Thriller<<else>>pulpy romance<</if>>.<br> Catch up on sleep. Oops? <br><br> It was a typical day like any. Hundreds of patrons all flapping gaily, enjoying all that pearls had to offer. <br><br> Children frolic and scamper. People of all ages (ugh. //all// ages) take dips in the water. <br><br> It's mostly reapplying sunscreen. And there was a lot of exposed <<print $Body.skin>> skin I needed to keep from cooking. <br><br> My fingers tugged and peeled away the chipped paint on my wooden stand. I was only a few hours into my Saturday shift. Lifeguards are expected to have a vigilant eye but keeping watch gets tiresome. <br><br> Then, in the distance, screams. <br><br> My eyes narrowed, focused. <div id = "help"> <<crossroads #help>> <<path>> Help? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <br> I need to help them! <br><br> Swiftly, my red buoy was in hand and I leapt over the aging railing and hit the powdery sand in stride. <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> My fit form had me effortlessly skimming over the sand that tried to suck me down. I was at the crowd within 30 seconds. <br><br> I surveyed the waterline and saw someone, flailing like a fish. In an all-out sprint, I headed for the waves. <br><br> <<if $Body.tits == "huge">> Sadly, despite wearing a classic, red one-piece with the broadest chest, my breasts flopped around nearly smacking me in the face. Luckily, the suit kept them restrained even as I drew my hands over my head, my <<print $Body.hair>> hair immediately soaked in the salt-curtain crest. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> //My// flotation devices were not serving my purposes. The waves were proving difficult to slice through, but I made it to the flailer. Tucking them close, I paddled back, guiding them onto the beach -- they needed CPR. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> Focused on dragging <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> in, I didn't take stock of my appearance. Water sputtered from their mouth as I checked their vitals -- the victim, now, the saved. And they weren't sputtering simply from the water: the top of my swimsuit was now a thong and my girls were hanging in their face. Oh well, hehe. Job has to [[get done|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <br><br> <<else>> The weight of a drowning person is difficult to contend with. Tugging them on to the beach, my breasts tried to escape but with a deft hand, I returned them to their red cage. I worked diligently, performing CPR and soon they coughed up water and [[opened their eyes|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>>I knew I wasn't too athletic, but man, my tits were making this far harder than I expected. I wouldn't be deterred, eventually snagging my drowning victim. I managed to lay their body onto the wet warm sand, frighteningly still. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> The waterlogged <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> was more difficult than anticipated. My breaths were heaving, but //they// needed to be breathing. I began my assessment and noticed eyes on me but, I was...oh! Hehe, they're just [[boobs|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <br><br> <<else>> In the midst of dragging the <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> onto the shore, I made a mental note to do more weight training. Now, safely away from the waves, I realized 'the girls' were out. While dropping to my knees, I tucked them in and began [[assessing the victim|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> I am no Baywatch babe, but my body had some bounce. Luckily, these red one pieces are tight and firm holding. my hands over my head while my <<print $Body.hair>> hair immediately soaked as I dove into the crest. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> My arms slid through the water as if it were tissue paper and soon, I was saving them from being shark bait. Using an over-arm technique, I snagged the <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> while arming myself with the buoy and pulled them ashore. My toned thighs making it look good as well as look easy. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation does not always have to be used. I assessed the <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>guy<<else>>girl<</if>>...their lips were pouty but not blue. Still, this was my first drowning victim, so I proceeded with "mouth to mouth." Their tongue clued me in to switch tactics, and that they were alright. [[Yay|CC019 - HSVign2]]! <br><br> <<else>> Fist over fist I pumped on their chest. Their lips not being blue they mean they didn't have severe...drowning--whatever it's called. So after some firm pumps bubbles of water came out their mouth and I [[sat them up|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> I wasn't top of my lifeguarding group, but I faired well in the trials. So getting to the bobber was tougher than expected, but easily in time. I managed to buoy the <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>guy<<else>>girl<</if>>, so I could struggle to get them ashore. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> I was huffing and puffing so hard my brain couldn't function on my training. Seeing how attractive they were, my instinct kicked in as my hands worked their chest. This <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> had nice looking pillows. Had to be careful to not use tongue. Still my skills prevailed and water burst into my mouth. They were [[saved|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <br><br> <<else>> I was laboring pretty hard getting the <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> to shore. Luckily, the lifeguard training kicked in as hard as the mule who clearly kicked my chest. Luckily, I powered through, managing to get the bubbles of water out of my unconscious wet fish of a [[patient|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> I felt as though I was plodding, every step taken seemed draw me further away. My calves screamed at me, but I had to keep going. <br><br> <<if $Body.tits == "huge">> My feet were failing in the soft sand and my chest was smacking me in the face, I must have looked like a tumbling red balloon of tit flesh as I careened towards the crowd. Despite my breasts best efforts, the red suit proved to be cut broad enough. My tired legs pushed off, plunging my <<print $Body.hair>> locks into the surf. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> Carrying these funbags did award me with some benefit. I had a strong back and arms, now carrying the //actual// buoy and my buoys joining the squad as I swam to the bouncing <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>Bob<<else>>Betty<</if>>. Together, the flotations made bringing the semi-unconscious vic onto the shoreline relatively effortless. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> I toted the body onto the warm, wet sand. The crowds gathered with more "ooos" and "ahhhs" than worried faces. I noticed why as I began CPR. My tits were out. Eh. Oh, well. Stare all you want boys and girls, I got a <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> to save. My titties may smother this fucker eventually, but in that moment, I got the water pumping out of their mouth.[[#Saved||CC019 - HSVign2]]. <br><br> <<else>> Semi-gracefully -- with no help from my lower half -- I managed the sack of potatoes victim on the sandy wetness. My bombastics tried to pop out, but I shifted them back in like old hat and used my CPR technique. I was able to wrestle the water out the lungs and get them [[semi-lucid|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>>I was not blessed with good strength, instead had healthy back problems. Thanks gazongas! Still, I had a job to do. Surprising myself, I managed the task of retrieving the ill-fated person to the shore. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> I was exhausted. My tits had flopped out. People were staring. And to top it all off, I was aching, but still had to perform CPR. Surely, I was going to faint before this <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> came back to us...but miraculously, they coughed up sea water and then smiled. [[Cheeky|CC019 - HSVign2]] <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>bastard<<else>>bitch<</if>>. <br><br> <<else>> Mental note: do some cardio or something. My hefty chest felt more like an anchor as they threatened to escape the suit. I shoved 'em in tight and gave every last breath between chest compressions. As my lungs failed, they choked up the sea and then I flopped. "You're saved, my friend." [[Yay|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> Baywatch certainly wouldn't be calling me for the reboot but who cares -- I had lives to save. I approached the surf, diving in knowing the one-piece wouldn't be around my waist as I plunged towards the flopping person. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> My legs propelled me. My arms and back worked overtime. Swiftly, I bouyed the victim and paddled them to the crowded shore, depositing the <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> carefully. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> You're not supposed to develop feelings on the job. This <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> though...//clearly// my type. I administered CPR, then when they were breathing I gave them a moment to take me in before I went back for a different administration. Sue me. They found life //and// more.[[Pay for pay||CC019 - HSVign2]]. <br><br> <<else>> My legs were tired but my training was already in overdrive. Pumping the chest and administering CPR. Despite the throb in my lower half, I got the <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> breathing again. I turned them and their lungs [[expelled fluid|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> This was not an easy task. I wondered why I chose this job. Shut up brain! Someone needed saving. I belly flopped into the waves and swam -- doggypaddled? -- to the <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> drowning. Luckily, the buoy did most of the work so that I could struggle the rest of the way to get their body onto the sand. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> Perk of the job: occasionally there was a hottie needing rescuing and this was one of those times. My brain was so tired it went into autopilot. Save the victim and get some action. A little kissing //after// CPR won't hurt. Mmm. Don't moan -- resuscitate. Wooo! There we go. Coughing and alive. [[They tasted good too|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <br><br> <<else>> I was seriously gassed, but no other lifeguards were close enough to help. With labor, I worked on the <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> and after what felt like five minutes, I managed to get them to spill their lungs and sputter up. They [[were alive again|CC019 - HSVign2]] -- I nearly passed out dead. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<path>> Play fear <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <br> Yeah, just someone playing. <br><br> The screams were probably just people playing chicken. (Narrator: They weren't.) Plus there were other lifeguards near enough-ish to help out. (Narrator: They were.) No one came running to the stand. It'd be fine. I chilled there. [[Yeah that's wise|CC019 - HSVign2]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'cheer'>> /* IMAGE: Cheer pyramid */ <<outfit HScheer>> The 'society' in highschool had an echelon set aside for the elite: the cheer squad. It required dance skills, looks, and being allowed into the special class of 'citizen'. <br><br> Tryouts lasted a //week//. <br><br> So that Monday afternoon I rolled out of class early, getting my head in the game before I had to download a lot of choreography quickly. <br><br> I wasn't the first one there. The girls who had made the squad previously were already milling around in towels and chattering excitedly. <br><br> <<if $Body.pubes == "bush" || $Body.pubes == "strip">> <span id = "pubes"> /* TODO missing naked outfit */ Then they saw me and the conversation stopped cold. <br><br> I received more than a few raised eyebrows and Bella even commented, "Well, that's...a deep cut," while eyeing my...lower hairstyle. <br><br> From that moment on, it was hard not to compare myself to the wholesale expectation to go bald. Only Ella and Stella maintained a little more, like a landing strip. <br><br> /* TODO Mira - here's a set of options that only appear based on Traits/Skills */ <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>>By the time I had finished a shower, I had decided between the <<button "Line">><<replace "#pubes">><<set $Body.pubes = "strip">><<set $CC.makeIt ++>><</replace>><</button>> and <<button "Hollywood">><<replace "#pubes">><<set $Body.pubes = "bald">><</replace>><</button>> look.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>>I decided I'd keep rocking my <<button "bush">><<replace "#pubes">><<set $CC.makeIt -= 2>><</replace>><</button>> how I wanted. Fuck'em.<br><</if>> <<if $CC.labelReaction gt 0>>I wasn't going to be the odd-ball and decided tomorrow I'd show up with a <<button "Line">><<replace "#pubes">><<set $Body.pubes = "strip">><<set $CC.makeIt ++>><</replace>><</button>><<button "Hollywood">><<replace "#pubes">><<set $Body.pubes = "bald">><</replace>><</button>><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte 0 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 0 && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 0>>I preferred being <<button "Unique">><<replace "#pubes">><<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->><</replace>><</button>><br><</if>> A little late for the choreo, but I had a matching <<button "Smile">><<replace "#pubes">><<set $Body.pubes = "bald">><<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>><<set $CC.makeIt ++>><</replace>><</button>> rather than endure more stares.<br> </span> <br> <</if>> Monday, we were dressed down by the head cheerleader and beaten into us that we would need time, dedication, hard work, spirit, sharpness, and ability. As if. Then they ran us through some tumbling to ascertain our initial status. <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.makeIt ++]] $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>> I could tell that I had the qualities to ''make the team''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't athletic, performative, disciplined, or coordinated enough. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.makeIt += 2]] $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> The whispers and looks let me know that I would be a trophy for them to have ''on the team''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't attractive enough. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign2][$CC.makeIt += 2]] $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 0>> My network of friends was bearing fruits, despite some missteps, I could sense them ''moving me on anyway''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't social enough. <<path [[CC019 - HSVign2]] $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 0>> Even with a poor showing day one, I was determined to return ''tomorrow''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't confident enough. <<path [[HS000 - Testing]]>> I considered ''dropping out''. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'barn'>> /* TODO: this requires some rework with linkexpands and crossroads */ <<if $CC.attemptBig == true>> <<image framed "cc.barn2.png">> <<backdrop "cc.barn2.png">> I sighed, pressing down the edges of the paper, contemplating the list of options in front of me. <br><br> <<if $CC.barnPeople == false>> A party <<link "needed people" `passage()`>> <<set $CC.barnPeople to true>><<if $CC.barnTime + $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gte 5>><<set $CC.FFpeople = 1>><</if>><<set $CC.barnTime -->> <</link>>. This also needed to feel exclusive and exciting. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFpeople == 1>> I curated a ''perfect'' list of names. Upperclassmen, the hottest and most popular Underclassmen, Damian -- the super Senior that was always a good time, and the townies who threw their own parties with discretion. I waited til the ideal moment to send out invites. Build up enough mystique without everyone figuring out their way in. <<else>> The invites went out. A list of who's who in town. Damian --the super Senior that was always a good time, and the townies who threw their own parties with discretion, and even a selection of the creme de la creme of Underclassmen. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.barnMusic == false>> I needed something to make people <<link "dance" `passage()`>><<set $CC.barnMusic to true>><<if $CC.barnTime + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gte 3>><<set $CC.FFmusic = 1>><</if>><<set $CC.barnTime -->><</link>>. Spotify playlist and bluetooth speaker wouldn't cut it. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFmusic == 1>> After vetting a couple of options, I went with this awesome Ska band, Hot Tub Ska Machine, almost no one would know them, thanks to them being over state lines, but they would knock everyone's socks off, I'm sure. <<else>> I asked <<print $CC.FFName>> to build out and run a playlist. While they handled that, I was able to rent some equipment that would make it feel more legit. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.barnDrink == false>> Everyone would turn around and leave if there wasn't constant <<link "drinks" `passage()`>><<set $CC.barnDrink to true>><<if $CC.barnTime + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gte 2 || $CC.barnTime + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte 4>><<set $CC.FFdrink = 1>><</if>><<set $CC.barnTime -->><</link>>. And, the drunker they got, the more fun it would be. Mostly. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFdrink == 1>> Okay, the volume was hard to come by, but using connects, trades, promises, I was able to assemble a mountain of booze that should easily last the night. And The Boys were more than happy to sling drinks in exchange for the invite. <<else>> Okay, the volume was hard to come by. I used every trick in my book without turning tricks to assemble as big of a mountain of booze as I could manage. And The Boys were more than happy to sling drinks in exchange for the invite. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.barnLocation == false>> There were tons of options, but I had to make sure <<link "where" `passage()`>><<set $CC.barnLocation to true>><<if $CC.barnTime gte 3>><<set $CC.FFlocation = 1>><</if>><<set $CC.barnTime -->><</link>> I chose fit the bill. It had to be easy to get to but private. Safe from authorities and for the partiers. And it had to be ''cool''. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFlocation == 1>> There was this flat area along the creek that would do the trick. The treeline shielded sound and sight, the water would help keep things cool, and we would have more than enough space. Unfortunately, it was unclaimed because it happened to be a spot that trash collected, dumped or just the flow of water -- it took a lot of time and effort to clear it. <<else>> There was this flat area along the creek that would do the trick. The treeline shielded sound and sight, the water would help keep things cool, and we would have more than enough space. Unfortunately, it was unclaimed because it happened to be a spot that trash collected, dumped or just the flow of water -- I cleared as much as I could. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.barnSurprise == false>> I needed to spend the time making the space <<link "special" `passage()`>> <<set $CC.barnSurprise to true>> <<if $CC.barnTime gte 2 && $CC.barnLocation == true>> <<set $CC.FFsurprise = 1>> <</if>> <<set $CC.barnTime -->> <</link>>. A 'wow'-factor. Something completely unexpected. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFsurprise == 1>> The path to the creek was perfect for a multi-reveal. I staged an area where everyone would assemble, then have the 'gate' drop away to reveal the decorations that drew the eye to the //drinks//. Everyone would hustle on in, and then a massive curtain that looked like a simple element of decor would drop with the opening moment of music. It would be sick. <<else>> I scrambled, but site selection came too late, I wasn't able to manage to do anything especially fun. I just had to hope that everything else came together. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.barnDrugs == false>> <<link "Drugs" `passage()`>> <<set $CC.barnDrugs to true>> <<if $CC.barnTime + $CC.wealth gte 6 || $CC.clique == "Rebel">> <<set $CC.FFdrugs = 1>> <</if>> <<set $CC.barnTime -->> <</link>> could kick everything and everyone into the stratosphere. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFdrugs == 1>> It wasn't cheap, but grease enough palms and know the right people and you can get together enough designer and high-quality to at least whet people's appetite. Plus, having a dealer on-site would keep it flowing. People wouldn't be happy about paying, but it was part of Vance's deal for the amount I wanted. <<else>> I just didn't know a way to get the amount of drugs on-site. And every time I found a 'vendor,' I balked at the price. Good idea, but I couldn't exactly ask family to pitch in. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.barnTime lte 0>> My heart was in my throat. Time had run out. It was time for [[Fire Festival|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</if>> <<elseif $CC.attempt == true>> <<if $CC.chellaDetect == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <div id = "detect"> Asking around town about Coppice-chella wasn't exactly new. Very few had the in and even those that raved about last year, you could never quite tell if they were keeping their cards close to their chest or if they had just lied about attending. <br><br> This wouldn't be easy. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> ...I could be though. Spy movies always showed info getting passed <<link "after sex">><<replace "#detect">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>>It took more than one try and as I narrowed down who __actually__ knew, there was definitely a grin and bear it, but I got my [[name on the list|CC019 - HSVign3]]and a couple notches in my belt in the process. <</replace>><</link>>... <</if>> I could <<link "brute force">><<replace "#detect">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte 0>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->> And it was __brutal__. I definitely lost some friends and acquaintances along the way, but I was dogged in my pursuit of the golden ticket. I inquired and pressed. Give me a lamp and a locked room and I could have gotten a confession out of anyone. Because...I got [[entry|CC019 - HSVign3]]! Bonnie gave it up with just slight pressure to her elbow. <<else>> <<set $CC.chellaDetect = false>>And it was __brutal__. Being dogged in this pursuit was clearly going to cost me social capital and I wasn't sure that getting in would balance the scales. I tried a bit softer approach, a bit more lackadaisical...but that wasn't the [[way in|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> it... There was also the doomscrolling of <<link "Insta and TikTok">><<replace "#detect">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value + $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gte 4>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>>I felt like a hacker on NCIS initially: triangulating friendships and even bloodlines I wasn't aware of before, finding the //right// time to send that connection request to get in under the radar. At one point, I felt compelled to do one of those string-maps as I followed the breadcrumbs to...Bonnie? ''Bonnie''?! Sweet little wallflower had not only been last year, but had a direct connect to Harry. Surprisingly, just a quick DM to the shrinking violet netted me [[access too|CC019 - HSVign3]]! <<else>> <<set $CC.chellaDetect = false>> I felt like a hacker on NCIS initially: triangulating friendships and even bloodlines I wasn't aware of before, finding the //right// time to send that connection request to get in under the radar. But after all was said and done, my follower count was much higher and I had a crazy understanding of the people of my town, but [[no way in|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> that might give me a lead... </div> <<elseif $CC.chellaDirect == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <div id = "direct"> They weren't called 'C & H' for no reason. Always working the same jobs, always together. Hell, I heard stories they even...uh..shared ladies. And together they were a united front. <br><br> Right. So. Direct. Two choices here. Get one of the two of 'em alone. <br><br> I had actually never seen Chet by himself, but I knew that he was the one who manned the front door and only him. Well, and his shotgun. <br><br> Harry made trips into town, a little sherpa for the duo on their jobs. I had smiled to him and waved from time to time heading in or out of Lowe's. <br><br> I could either find <<link "Chet">><<replace "#direct">> <<set $CC.chellaDirect = false>> <<addBody Chet M "Chet, gatekeeper to Coppice-chella">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> So, I sidled up in my best going out wear, lagging back just enough so that I arrived at the gate solo. He eyed me up curiously as he shut the gate behind the previous group. "Hey Chet." Mhmm. "So.." I looked around performatively, "Looks like I might be the last one for a bit, you might have some...free time." Mhmm. He didn't budge, eyes flicking down to his list. Back to me. <br><br> I made the offer clearer, one hand nudging the dress up my thighs provocatively while my other hand gave a little tug to the zipper, "So...do you have some time?" He shrugged, Mhmm. He slid off his post and motioned for me to assume the position. Not quite a minute later I was fixing my dress and he was resuming his post, a bit lighter than moments before. <br><br> Moving over towards the gate with a bright smile I was confronted with a confused lift of his eyebrow. "I can go in, right?" His eyes were back on the list. "<<print $CC.name>>?" I said, voice catching in my throat. Mmmm...nuh-uh. He shook his head and waved for the next group to approach. Are you fucking [[kidding me|CC019 - HSVign3]]? <</replace>><</link>> the night of, where I knew he'd be, sitting at the entrance. Or <<link "Harry">><<replace "#direct">> <<addBody Harry M "Harry, keymaster to Coppice-chella">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> I poked around the lumber aisle wearing a tight pair of my newest jeans. And being female in the mecca of malehood was a balancing act of being available but not //too// available. I spent a couple more hours wandering than I had expected, but then the gruff guy showed up heading to...plumbing. Shit. <br><br> I scampered over and found a perfect spot to be checking something out, bent over, cleavage on display. I looked up with a surprised smile as he rounded the corner, "Oh, hey Harry." I saw his broad grin and I knew, I was in. <br><br> He was quick in the aisle and my curiosity was ravenous. He checked out and I asked to have him explain it all again in his truck. He wasn't quick there. <br><br> and he was more than happy to oblige with a [[ticket|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>> and have an 'accidental encounter.' </div> <<else>> <<outfit club>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <div id = "sneak"> Partying outfits weren't exactly designed for surreptitious behavior. Skirting through brush and under the tree line to find the best place to cross a fence -- that was //designed// to keep people out -- meant staving off bugs, avoiding catches on fabric, keeping sweating under control, and literally just trying not to fall out of what you were wearing. God, guys had it so much easier. <br><br> I grunted, making it across. Finally. But that was the easy part. Now, how to get across the clean field to the small grouping of trees where I could already see lights play across the foliage. Music was coming through the speakers. I gulped, not wanting to miss a moment. <br><br> There was a <<link "group of people">><<replace "#sneak">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte 4>> Coming out of the brush wasn't exactly crafty, and it got me a couple of side-long 'really?' looks, but I was relieved to feel the casual acceptance straight away. I ensconced myself in the group and made small talk as we [[made our way in|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<else>> <<set $CC.chellaSneak = false>> "Whoah, whoah, whoah. Nuh-uh." A bigger guy moved straight towards me, shaking his head and pointing back the way they had come. "Check in like the rest of us." [[Shit.|CC019 - HSVign3]] <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> walking up the frontage I could try and slip in with. If I moved quickly, I could cover the distance and maybe not be seen. <<link "Running in a minidress">><<replace "#sneak">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>> Whew. I made it, dress riding up a ton, but since I didn't get seen, neither did what I was flashing. Risk came out all for the good, flattening my dress down and giving my hair a bit of a fluff as I made [[my way in|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<else>> <<set $CC.chellaSneak = false>> I'm not sure whether it was my tits bouncing all over the place, or the sight of me with a dress up around my waist, but this big guy was cutting me off in the brush, shaking his head and pointing back down towards the gate, "Nuhuh. Just cuz yer givin' a show doesn't mean you get a show." [[Shit.|CC019 - HSVign3]] <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>, though? Or just straight up put my <<link "trust">><<replace "#sneak">> <<set _fail = either(true, false)>> <<if _fail == true>> <<set $CC.chellaSneak = false>> Slowly picking my way through the brush and unkempt field, I tried to keep as nonchalant as possible. I kept my whole look in pristine condition, but...the fates weren't on my side. A big guy broke off from the path and headed towards me, shaking his head and pointing towards the gate, "I think you missed the check-in, little lady." [[Shit.|CC019 - HSVign3]] <<else>> Slowly picking my way through the brush and unkempt field, I tried to keep as nonchalant as possible. I kept my whole look in pristine condition, strappy heels swaying from my fingertips, bare feet pushing through the tall grass. I noticed some people on the path towards the copse and I felt a chill down my spine -- would they see me? And then...[[I made it|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> in the effort I had made so far and arrive solo, as un-mussed as possible. </div> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'act'>> <<if $CC.actPath == 1>> <<set _actingopp = random(1,10)>> <<if $CC.hometown == "NY" || $CC.hometown == "LA">> It was time to pound the pavement. With new headshots in hand and some Anya Taylor-Joy sides, I auditioned. Cattle calls, agent calls, manager calls, anything and everything I could find.<br><br> <<if ($Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $CC.maleAttention - _actingopp) gte 5>> <<set $CC.actPath = 3>> I was floored by how easy this was. It felt like more times than not, I received callbacks. I definitely got nods, smiles and chatted up after I was done. They wanted to know about me and 'where I had come from.' It [[felt goooood|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<elseif ($Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $CC.maleAttention ) gt 0>> This was ''hard''. It felt like I was putting everything out there to be judged. And it wasn't like some test where either I had the right or wrong answer. It was softer than that. You couldn't put your finger on what went wrong or went well. <br><br> And then it all clicked. I had finished my sides and I looked up at the casting table. My headshot was being turned over and considered a few times. A couple of nods and then a smile, "Good job, <<print $CC.name>>. My assistant will be in touch." <br><br> I had landed [[a small role|CC019 - HSVign3]] on a procedural drama! <<else>> <<set $CC.actPath = 4>> This was ''hard''. It felt like I was putting everything out there to be judged. And it wasn't like some test where either I had the right or wrong answer. It was softer than that. You couldn't put your finger on what went wrong or went well. <br><br> And I guess I'll never know whether it was my ability, my look, or the competition, but I never seemed to [[get anywhere|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</if>> <<else>> It was time to pound the pavement. With new headshots in hand and some Anya Taylor-Joy sides, I auditioned. Cattle calls, agent calls, manager calls, anything and everything I could find.<br><br> <<if ($Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $CC.maleAttention ) gt 0>> This was ''hard''. It felt like I was putting everything out there to be judged. And it wasn't like some test where either I had the right or wrong answer. It was softer than that. You couldn't put your finger on what went wrong or went well. <br><br> And then it all clicked. I had finished my sides and I looked up at the casting table. My headshot was being turned over and considered a few times. A couple of nods and then a smile, "Good job, <<print $CC.name>>. My assistant will be in touch." <br><br> I had landed [[a small role|CC019 - HSVign3]] on a procedural drama! <<else>> <<set $CC.actPath = 4>> This was ''hard''. It felt like I was putting everything out there to be judged. And it wasn't like some test where either I had the right or wrong answer. It was softer than that. You couldn't put your finger on what went wrong or went well. <br><br> And I guess I'll never know whether it was my ability, my look, or the competition, but I never seemed to [[get anywhere|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $CC.actPath == 2>> Money exchanged hands every week and I received my hour-long session with Jessup. He was a paragon of his time. He had taught leading actors who had worked under people like John Ford. Not my genre of choice, but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Ha. <br><br> "No! What is she //feeeeeling//?" <br><br> "Well, I thought--" <br><br> "Think? No. __Feel__." <br><br> "Right. Got it." <br><br> And so it went, understanding that it was really putting myself in the situation, not concocting something or forcing anything. Acting was fascinating, and supremely scary. After some coachings, I felt [[very exposed|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<else>> <<outfit juliet>> I found an audition posting for a production of Romeo & Juliet. Shakespeare was daunting, but the fact that there would be people trying out who were going to school nearby, or worked at the market, made it all the more digestible. <br><br> The auditorium smelled a little musty, and there was an air of pretension amongst the people wandering around. I wondered how far up into the A-listers that kind of self-obsession and entitlement went. I focused on my sides, the balcony scene. Of course it was the balcony scene. <br><br> "Tomorrow I will send...A thousand times good night!" <br><br> "Nicely done, <<print $CC.name>>," came the commentary from the darkened seats, "Your pentameter could use some work," he was somewhere in the...back? "but I'd like to see you here on Thursday." Oh. A callback? "for rehearsal." OH! "You'd make a beautiful Juliet." <br><br> I beamed. I blushed. I squealed and allowed myself to feel far more self-possessed than any of those other people as I [[skipped home|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'beach'>> <<outfit lifeguard>> /* IMAGE: Bonfire party */ Nearing the end of the afternoon, the sunset is wonderful perk for being a lifeguard. So many postcard-style evenings. The pinks, purples, oranges, and reds blending together across the sky, signaling the change to night. All the people were packing up as the chill night air urged them away. My sunbaked skin was <<if $Body.skin == "olive" || $Body.skin == "black" || $Body.skin == "golden">>nicely tanned<<else>>toasty red<</if>>. <br><br> I was about to grab my gym bag from the make''shit'' hut on stilts -- where we stored our crap -- when the sounds of radios and people //way// too excited for time caught my ears. <br><br> Grabbing the binoculars, I noticed folks had already started a fire and out of coolers? Glass. bottles. Sonuva bitch. Really? <br><br> <div id = "beach"> /* TODO crossroads */ I was gonna have to go <<link "break this up">><<replace "#beach">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>>be a boss-ass bitch. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">> Rule 35a, Section 4, Sub-Paragraph D states: "No frolicking and fraternization can take place after dark." I __had__ to go inform them of this infraction before they were served hefty fines. <br><br> I marched proudly over to the cantankerous crowd of ne'er-do-wellers. Yep. They were drinking -- fraternization-- and laughing -- frolicking. <br><br> "Excuse me. The beach is closed." <br><br> A <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>hunky young man<<else>>half-naked girl<</if>> stopped. "Whoa, hey babe. Errr...lifeguard. We aren't causing no trouble..." <br><br> "You realize you are breaking over seven city ordinances! I will be forced to call the cops." <br><br> "Come on, //hotty// lifeguard, hic...with a...woooo-ey! ''Hefty'' bush. Cut us a break. Have a beer." <br><br> "Ughhh. As if," I called the cops and the perps were arrested for all violations. [[City hero|CC019 - HSVign3]] here I come. <<else>> <br><br> FROLICKING and FRATERNIZATION at this hour? So many violations of city ordinances on //my// beach. I wouldn't have it. <br><br> I stomped over to the excited pandemonium. A fire bloomed and bottles clinked as half-naked <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>men<<else>>girls<</if>> all laughed and danced to music. <br><br> "Beach is closed. Please vacate the premises immediately." <br><br> A <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>strapping young man<<else>>lithe, skimpy-bikini girl<</if>> turned to me, "Hey babe. Chillax. No harm is being done. The turtles are saaaaafe." <br><br> "Last warning <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>Bub<<else>>Bab<</if>>. Take a hike now and save yourself jail time and fines." <br><br> "Awww come on now ''sexy'' lifeguard. Can't you just give us the warning and let us party? We need this." <br><br> I shook my head. "Nope. Calling the cops. As promised." <br><br> The group was arrested and later fined. Me? [[Lifeguard of the month|CC019 - HSVign3]] recipient. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">> Not on my watch. These hooligans will __not__ tarnish my beach. <br><br> I confidently marched over to their 'play area'. There was a fire going with people drinking libations. <br><br> "I am gonna need you all to pack your things and leave. This is not place to party. I will call the cops." <br><br> "Listen here, Bushels Betty." He motioned at the scraggles at my crotch, "Take your broccoli-covering 'bathing suit' wearing-ass back //home//. The beach is a free space." He took a big hit of his beer. Errrt. <br><br> "Well I...How //dare// you? I'm calling the cops." <br><br> "Oh hell, no, Bitch," he tossed a beer bottle at me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>> Whiff! Like the Matrix<<else>>Boink! That fuckin' hurrrt.<</if>> <br><br> "Nice try, dumbass..." I called the cops. The perps got arrested. And I nursed <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value lte 0>>my bruised head and<</if>>my [[bruised ego|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<else>> <br><br> I was gonna set those damn rabble rousers straight for good. I took pride in my beach and these jokers weren't going to ruin it. <br><br> My bare feet thumped firmly over the sand until I reached the campfire and music. <br><br> "Hey folks. This isn't allowed on the beach. Alcohol, campfires. City ordinances and all. Please vacate the premises." <br><br> The nearest, semi-drunk <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>man<<else>>girl<</if>> looked me over. "Err, the beach is //public//. We can be here. Fuck off ''uggo'' lifeguard." <br><br> "Don't make me involve the law. Just get your stuff and go." <br><br> Still bitter, <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> walked up to me and SHOVED. "Take your scrawny ass home and stop bothering us." <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 0>> <br><br> Anticipating the move, I grabbed a wrist and tugged. Immediately, it was pinned behind his back. "I //said//: it's ''fucking'' time to __go__. Go now or I call the cops!" <br><br> Seeing their buddy get woman-handled, they packed their shit quicker than they set up camp while <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> got dumped a few feet away from my shove. <br><br> "Wuh...we're leaving. Shittt." Hands on my hips in the twilight, beaming like a [[superhero in a one-piece|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<else>> <br><br> Stumbling backwards, I knew I was not adequately prepared for a scrap. I scrambled away with their laughter chasing me off and called the cops. They handled the drunkards, doing what [[I couldn't|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> or the <<link"cops would">><<replace "#beach">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->>cops would. <br><br> A couch and pizza seemed more enticing than stopping probably my fellow schoolmates or maybe some college kids from trying to have some fun. <br><br> Leave that to Fat Fred. <br><br> He'd handle it on his own time. <br><br> I don't own this [[damn beach|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>>. And with snails on a hot sidewalk being faster than the patrol...I'd probably end up getting chewed out, but might have a <<link "good time">><<replace "#beach">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>>fun night. <br><br> As I approached, I noticed that the party goers were more my age. Oooh, this could be a nice evening then... <br><br> "Hey Everybody! I hate to be bearer of bad news but this //public// beach closes at night. No partying allowed. Sorry..." <br><br> A lit young <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>man<<else>>girl<</if>> spoke to me, "Awww, but we aren't harming nothing. Any chance you can let us go, hip, hotty lifeguard?" <br><br> I scratched my head for effect, "It //is// against city ordinance...but...if you share some of those brews and let me hang? Then I won't call it in." <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> An eyebrow raised from the intoxicated <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>man<<else>>girl<</if>>, "Sure...but how about boobs for brews?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> looked to group. They all nodded. <br><br> This wouldn't be the first time the girls helped me out. I played coy, "I don't know..." twirling my hair, "Oh, why not," I lifted the shoulder straps, releasing my <<print $Body.tits>>-sized tan-lined boobs to the crowd as they basked in the glow of tits and orange flames. <br><br> "Now hand me a brew!" We partied to the wee hours, straps swaying behind as I moved. Eventually, I stumbled back to the lifeguard hut and crashed, laughing when I woke up and saw the [[state of my suit|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <br><br> <<else>> The intoxicated <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>man<<else>>girl<</if>> got a little frisky, "Sure...but how about boobs for brews then?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> looked to their friends for support. <br><br> I didn't even consider. "I am looking the other way on this little fiesta, be thankful for that. Give me a beer or get off the beach." My hand suddenly had a beer in it. We partied [[until I woke up|CC019 - HSVign3]] in the lifeguard shack. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> before hand. </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'club'>> <<outfit club>> /* IMAGE: Rave */ We weaved our way through town, exhaustion starting to set in, buzz strong, <<if $CC.makeIt == 1>>heart pounding from the coke,<</if>> as we arrived in Williamsburg at SILO. <br><br> Still giggling as we stumbled towards the door, Ava flashing a special card she had been given for the night, and the bouncer ushered us into the converted hangar. <br><br> Techno throbbed in the smoky air. Laser lightshows danced across the haze. Projectors swam with images clearly designed for people on drugs. There were ''so'' many people here. <br><br> We had made it through half our list, but I could tell we were all reaching our limit, but we still had to close out the night strong. <<if $CC.attempt == true>>And I was super. SUPER. fucking horny.<</if>> <br><br> <span id="club"> Solidarity would <<link "keep us strong">><<replace "#club">> ..."You raise me uuuupppp!" How someone had turned Groban into EDM was pretty incredible. We screamed along at the top of our lungs. <br><br> Unlike Tao, SILO was mostly a solo-style event. People came to roll, not necessarily get some ass. <br><br> Our hair sticking to our face or flicking sweat into the crowd, we bounced and rocked, hands on each others arms in a little circle. <br><br> When we sensed someone faltering, someone started a cry: "Legendary!" or screaming their name, or just "Woooo!". Yeah, we were woo girls, but we made it through this part of the evening, sobering up to [[close out strong|CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt = 0]]. <</replace>><</link>>. Weakest link and whatnot, right? <br> <<if $CC.attempt == true>> I needed to find some <<link "relief">><<replace "#club">> arr. ee. ell. eye. ee. effffff me, //now//. <br><br> Tao hadn't been the only place that had spun my hormones into a tizzy, but from site one, I was a wet one. <br><br> SILO wasn't a meat market the way that some of the other clubs were, <<if $gender !== "male">>which just meant I'd have to rely on the other sex<<else>>but guys were guys no matter where we were<</if>>. I leaned in to tell Della I needed to go to the bathroom and moved through the crowd on my hunt. I sensed the group was breaking out into their own little adventures and I wondered if everyone would make it to the final 'round'. <br><br> I would, though, I just needed to clear my head with...oh, //hello//. I grinned at an Adonis of a man and only slightly stumbled as I changed trajectory, probably salivating. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> He grinned right back and motioned me over. "What's your name?" As he stepped backward, his presence and size moving people out of his way. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>" <br><br> "That's cute. It's loud in here, though. Wanna get outta here?" He was grinning broadly, cock-sure and testing the waters. He could smell my need...maybe literally. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> Without a word, I fell in tow and slid into the Uber with him. He nudged me over and we gave the driver a show as we went back to [[his place|CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt = 3]]. <<else>> "Well it's wet in //here//..." I countered, guiding his hand between my legs. He clutched at the sensation and tried to pull me with his fingers towards the door, but the pull hit my g-spot perfectly and that was all I needed. <br><br> I convulsed slightly as he got me stutter-stepping with him towards the door. Thankfully, my peak was over before he could abscond with me. Nudging his hand free from me with a contented sigh he looked disappointed but clearly proud, thinking he had some god-like skill. <br><br> Libido quenched, I left Adonis behind, pushing through the Molly-mass and tried to find my girls. Slowly, I reassembled the crew and we tried to make the best of it and sobered up to [[close out strong|CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt = 0]] <</if>> <<else>> He seemed struck and a little unsure of what to do when I was suddenly saying hi, hand on his forearm. He looked down at me and nodded, considering. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> I leaned forward, cleavage on display, <<if $Body.tits == "small">>what little I had to offer, <</if>>and brushed my touch up his arm, and then back down, "<<print $CC.name>>...nice shoes." <br><br> I don't know why //that// line came to mind, but I could tell I was losing him and it was the first thing that popped in there. <br><br> He understood and shrugged, "Come on." Leading me out of SILO unceremoniously. <br><br> <span id="innerClub"> Oh. I guess this would end my <<link "Legendary Tour?">><<replace "#innerClub">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value -->>No thanks. Didn't need it //that// bad. <br><br> Libido killed dead, I let him leave SILO before he noticed I wasn't behind him, pushing through the Molly-mass and tried to find my girls. Slowly, I reassembled the crew and we tried to make the best of it and sobered up to [[close out strong|CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt = 0]] <</replace>><</link>>...but I <<link "needed">><<replace "#innerClub">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>>...but I needed a hot guy on me, like yesterday. <br><br> Without a word, I fell in tow and slid into the Uber with him. He nudged me over and we gave the driver a show as we went back to [[his place|CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt = 3]]. <</replace>><</link>> </span> <<else>> His forearm left my fingertips and he leaned slightly away from me. He shook his head, frowning and pointing to his ear, mouthing, "Can't hear you..." and moments later disappeared into the crowd. <br><br> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->>Wow. Confidence killer. Libido killer for sure. Tears welled up in my eyes and I pushed through the Molly-mass and tried to find my girls. Slowly, I reassembled the crew and we tried to make the best of it and sobered up to [[close out strong|CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt = 0]] <</if>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>.<br> <</if>> Power on with the <<link "power of alcohol">><<replace "#club">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value -->>path to the barrrr! I wasn't the only one fragmenting our little wolfette pack, and I wondered if we'd all make it to the final 'round'. <br><br> SILO wasn't a meat market the way Tao was, which just meant I had to be a little bit more available to get some drinks. But the drinks came and my buzz kept me above the rising tide. I squealed "Woo!" and danced by the bar, mostly trying to ignore the pawing mitts of the men who were [[helping me imbibe|CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt = 2]]. <</replace>><</link>>!<br> Clearly drugs were to be had. <<link "Keeping me high">><<replace "#club">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>>Drugs. Drugs...druuuugs. Weed would be an easy get, but I didn't want ''down'', I wanted __lifffft__. I could probably source some powder, but not as easily as other clubs on our list. M.D.M.Aaaay! There we go. Baggy changing hands. <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> I fished some cash from my hiding spot and palmed it to the hipster-looking MF. Playing it cool, he played it cooler. This was a Friday night for him. It was a Friday night for me too, but...nevermind. I opened the bag and popped one in my mouth. <br><br> It dissolved on my tongue and soon I was bouncing along with the rest of the crowd, arms up, head swinging side to side. <br><br> I have no concept of how long I was in my own little world, but Della, good 'triple-dee' Della, designated driver Della...she couldn't drive, but, oh! We're in another uuuuber. I played with her hair, breathing heavily as the girls talked about something or other. <br><br> This was a [[fun night|CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt = 1]]. <<else>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> No cash on me and drugs weren't the same thing as drinks, ya couldn't just stand by a dealer until someone tried using that as a pathway to pussy. <br><br> <<if $CC.makeIt == 1>> Tried and true methods worked for a reason. I casually walked up to him and leaned close, letting the curve and softness of my chest be the first subtle clue, "Pop ya for a pill?" Less subtle. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>He looked me over and nodded with a wry grin<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>>He looked shocked that someone that looked like //me// was making the offer<</if>>. He unzipped. Far less subtle, but clearly he thought that no one would notice, or no one would care. <br><br> The converted hangar truly didn't have more private spots and he didn't want to give up his posting. My knees felt the cold and rough concrete as I began to work. He freed my tits as an extra bonus for him and anyone around. <br><br> The dissolving pill didn't cut the taste, but it did have be bouncing along with the rest of the crowd, arms up, head swinging side to side. <br><br> I have no concept of how long I was in my own little world, but Della, good 'triple-dee' Della, designated driver Della...she couldn't drive, but, oh! We're in another uuuber. She was urging my dress up over my chest, "Thanks, Del." I played with her hair, breathing heavily as the girls talked about something or other. <br><br> This was a [[fun night|CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt = 1]] <<else>> I wasn't smooth about this, letting the curve and softness of my chest be the first subtle clue, "Pop ya for a pill?" Yeah, not subtle. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>He looked me over and nodded with a wry grin<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>>He looked shocked that someone that looked like //me// was making the offer<</if>>. He unzipped. Far less subtle, but clearly he thought that no one would notice, or no one would care. <br><br> The converted hangar truly didn't have more private spots and he didn't want to give up his posting. My knees felt the cold and rough concrete as I began to work. He freed my tits as an extra bonus for him and anyone around. <br><br> The dissolving pill didn't cut the taste, but it did have be bouncing along with the rest of the crowd, arms up, head swinging side to side. <br><br> I have no concept of how long I was in my own little world, but Della, good 'triple-dee' Della, designated driver Della...she couldn't drive, but, oh! We're in another uuuber. She was urging my dress up over my chest, "Thanks, Del." I played with her hair, breathing heavily as the girls talked about something or other. <br><br> This was a [[fun night|CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt = 1]] <</if>> <<else>> Fuck. Guess I wasn't getting any if I wasn't giving any. I pushed through the mass that //was// on Molly and tried to find my girls. Slowly, I reassembled the crew and we tried to make the best of it and sobered up to [[close out strong|CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt = 0]] <</if>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> would keep me up. </span> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'dance'>> <<outfit dance>> <<backdrop "cc.dance.png">> When I had left dance behind, I hadn't been confronted with more than the beginnings of the changes in my body. Now, they were impossible to ignore. The girls assembled in the changing room before class, like me transitioning from school to dance attire. <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">> <br><br>I felt right at home, seeing the hardwood on almost everyone's downstairs, aligned with the immaculate studio's floors. <<else>> <br><br> <span id = "dancehair"> Shock isn't the right word for it. The school locker room showed many girls went for a clean, tidy or bare approach. But dancers, clearly it was a cultural thing. I didn't realize the uniformity was so...complete. <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">> <<set $Body.pubes = "bikini">> <br><br> At the very least, the leotards wouldn't allow me my freestyle hair, so I cleaned myself up.<<else>> <br><br> I had to decide: <<link "assimilate">> <<replace "#dancehair">> <<set $Body.pubes = "bald">> <</replace>> <</link>> or <<link "not">> <<replace "#dancehair">><</replace>> <</link>>. <</if>> </span> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.makeIt == 1>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballet2")>> I was like a fish to water, hips in, elbows up, stomach engaged. But the others, __damn__ they had been training all this time. I was that gawky girl in the corner that they were probably laughing at in between lessons. <br><br> So, I pushed myself. I drilled at home in front of the full-length mirror. My toes ached. My calves would randomly spasm in the middle of class. <br><br> But I was going to [[make up|CC019 - HSVign3]] for lost time. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 2>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("HipHop1")>> <<outfit hiphop>> Shit, this was ''fun''. Granted it wasn't the first time I had tried to learn a combination from a music video, but now I actually looked good doing it. <br><br> Popping my pussy, shaking my ass, and even a session on Krumping. This was so much different from the staid, restrained and 'classical' aesthetics of ballet. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>And there were guys to dance with! Like, really dance with.<</if>> <br><br> Time to focus. Different was good, but different also meant my body hadn't developed the muscle memory [[yet|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 3>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballroom1")>> <<outfit elegantdress>> It wasn't as stodgy as I expected it to be. Sure, the first bit learning a boxstep was tedious and eye-roll inducing, but then we got into Salsa and some Swing -- I never expected to be learning the Lindy! This was so much different from the staid, restrained and 'classical' aesthetics of ballet. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>And there were guys to dance with! Not how I typically would, but it was fun and exhilarating.<</if>> <br><br> Time to focus. Different was good, but different also meant my body hadn't gotten the timing and movements into muscle memory [[yet|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<else>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Contemporary1")>> <<outfit hiphop>> This was ''difficult''. Everything was so exact and so different from Ballet. Not because of the rhythm or approach, but because there was such versatility to what was asked of you. And there was personal nuance to every movement. Some of my nuance seemed expected, the rest was 'not doing it right.' <<if $CC.sexuality ==1>> But there were ''guys'' to dance with...and while it still was all 'implied', there were definitely undertones that you couldn't miss between yourself and them when you were moving together.<</if>> <br><br> Time to focus. Different was good, but different also meant my body hadn't gotten the timing and movements into muscle memory [[yet|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'vandal'>> /* IMAGE: Red Truck */ Raymond had a bright red Ford F-150. It was primarily used to haul on his dad's farm, but dusty or not, it was our best friend. It made the quaintness of our town bearable as the monster engine revved and sent us all rumbling down the open roads. It served as entertainment, transportation, housing, and getaway vehicle all in one. <br><br> I was in the flatbed, bumping along one of the backroads, hands clawed into the plastic so I wouldn't go flying to my death, when Raymond called out through the window to me, "Shitty what Ava did today." <br><br> "Uh, yup! Surprising absolutely no one," Allison, beside me bandwagoning. <br><br> "Wanna get back at her?" I couldn't see Ray's eyes, but I could see the hint of a wry grin pulling back his cheek. "I'll take that look and quiet as a yes." <br><br> Allie squealed and smacked at my thighs, "Gunna git that bitch!" <br><br> <div id= "stop"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> My stomach was in my throat. <<link "Should I stop him?">><<replace "#stop">> I clambered up to the window at the back of the cab as the treads tried to get purchase at the loose, dry soil, "Ray, her Dad owns half the //town//..." <br><br> "What? Can't hear you?" His grin was demonic. I reached in through the window and tugged at his wifebeater, "Rayyy..." <br><br> He sighed, rolling his eyes as he let the truck naturally come to a stop, "Okay, then, <<print $CC.name>>...what ''should'' we get up to?" <br><br> <div id = "else"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> I caught him eyeing down my shirt. "Ya ever hear of <<link "Lady Godiva?">><<replace "#else">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> I spent the next couple minutes telling Raymond the story, and then only another minute explaining what I had in mind. The moment he understood it meant me, naked, he was on-board. <br><br> The car rumbled its way towards the pavement that led to Main Street and I was figuring out how to stay standing in the back of the vehicle. <br><br> Allie motioned with one hand, other one at the ready with her phone to record, "Alrighty, Lady, git nekkid." The buildings at the edge of the actual town were coming into focus. <br><br> I pulled my clothes <<link "off">><<outfit naked>><</link>> as best I could, alternating hands for bracing on the lips of the flatbed. I tossed the clothes at Allie as she recorded in a vain attempt to get her to stop or cover the lenses. <br><br> She squealed out and laughed as I bounced and jiggled, trying to stay upright and naked as the day I was born. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>> My inner ear won out and despite the Ford being completely not intended for this function, I stayed up, waving and laughing at the people who we passed. <br><br> I smacked at the window and yelled at Raymond the couple of times he purposefully slowed down. And then, when he heard the peal of sirens, he knew our fun time was over. Allie pulled me down and Raymond [[sped off|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<else>> Shiitttt. The momentum of the vehicle had me tumbling, Allie grasped for my hand and missed. I fell out the back unceremoniously and dropped square on my ass. I watched Raymond fishtailing away as the Sheriff pulled up in front of me. <br><br> Thankfully, he threw his jacket over me which offered me a modicum of cover as I sat in the jail, awaiting someone to pick me up. <br><br> The deputy and the drunks enjoyed seeing essentially all of me for the next couple hours. They played it off but I knew they didn't mind. And fuck, [[jail is cold|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>" <br> <</if>> <br><br> " <<link "Donuts in Erikson's fields?">><<replace "#else">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>>"Like last week?" He sighed and peeled off, bee-lining towards the farm that hadn't had time to recover from last week's antics. <br><br> I looked over at Allie, disassociating and [[clearly disappointed|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>> </div> <</replace>><</link>> <</if>> <br> I <<link "matched his grin">><<replace "#stop">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> He laughed, smacking his meaty hands against the steering wheel as he took a hard turn and I took a hard fall in the back. <br><br> <div id = "ava"> Allie helped me reposition, our backs to the cab. I outlined my thoughts, "Could do a <<link "drive-by">><<replace "#ava">> We took a slight detour over to the Farm Stores drive-through to grab a couple dozen eggs. We received firm glares from Chester, who manned the register in the afternoons, but we just smiled it off and hoped he wouldn't be dialing the Sheriff when we rolled out. <br><br> The sound either drowned out the sirens, or we were good to go, so Raymond pulled out towards the edge of town where Ava's dad had deigned build his monument to wealth. <br><br> Having a gate is a double-edged sword, and thankfully hid the highly visible truck. Each of us had a carton under our arms, humming that Bridge on the River Kwai song as we rounded the corner towards Ava's room. <br><br> A handful of pebbles scooped into my hand, I began to ping at her window. After a couple, I saw a shadow moving inside, curious about the noise. <br><br> "Git'er!" Allison was about to toss, and I grabbed her wrist, motioning for her to wait a tic. She nodded, surprised, but then we watched Ava push her window ajar, then further to look outside. <br><br> "Roger?" Ava thought it was romance come knocking. Nope. Eggs flew. We mostly caught the sill and the stonework of the facade, but one -- we debated whose it was -- caught her square in the face before she could hide away. <br><br> We heard her yelp and high-pitched wail. We hooted happily and high-tailed it out of there. [[Call it even|CC019 - HSVign3][$Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++]], Ava. <</replace>><</link>>." <br><br> She nodded and shrugged, "'course." <br><br> "Orrrr...she does have that <<link "new Benz">><<replace "#ava">> Allie hooted and smacked my thigh excitedly. I couldn't help but grin ear to ear as Raymond took the detour towards the Farm Stores. Her shining new car had been an emblem of the difference, the superiority, between her and us. Her and everyone. <br><br> We bought a couple dozen eggs while Chester, register guy in the afternoons for the drive-through, gave us all firm, disappointed looks. I crossed my fingers that he wouldn't alert the Sheriff and listened intently as we headed towards the outskirts of town. <br><br> No sirens. Good. And there it was: her dad's monument to wealth. Raymond settled the massive truck in the drive up against the gate. We were in full view of the cameras, but her car was within range. <br><br> We popped open our cartons and began flinging. It was less for accuracy and more for volume, hearing the crackle of a voice at the buzzer -- we didn't have much time. The shells splintered on the newly buffed chassis, oozing yellow and white down the windows and wheels. <br><br> And then the guards came. I heard Raymond curse, accidentally dumping eggs in the seat beside him as he got the truck into gear and pulled out. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>> My inner ear won out and despite the Ford being completely not intended for this function, I stayed up, waving and laughing at the guards behind us. <br><br> Ava would be [[needing a car wash|CC019 - HSVign3][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++]], post-haste. <<else>> Shiitttt. The momentum of the vehicle had me tumbling, Allie grasped for my hand and missed. I fell out the back unceremoniously and heard something crack. Somehow, I managed to evade capture. <br><br> Ava had suffered a hit to her pride. I had a literal sling and cast for the next few months. You win some, [[you lose some|CC019 - HSVign3][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>." </div> <</replace>><</link>>. I ''loved'' the idea. </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'helper'>> /* TODO: CLOTHES (NEEDED): Soaked Normal */ Mr. Eriksson was the most elderly person in the neighborhood and <<print $CC.FName>> had taken it upon herself -- or me, that is -- to bring him his portion of the coop produce after school. <br><br> I swung by the community center, smiling and waving as the crunchy-granola Rudy, leaned forward in our weekly joke, "//Mister// Eriksson, I presume." <br><br> "That's me!" He slid a box across the table and I went through the produce, picking out what seemed to be most fresh. And then, leg two was bringing them to the old codger. <br><br> Box under arm, I knocked on his door. Knocked again. Oh shit. Visions of him collapsed on the ground flashed in front of my eyes as I tried the knob and it gave. He was going to be dead. Deceased old man. <br><br> "Mr. Eriksson?" I barely squeaked out as I stepped inside, taking solace in the lack of smell of death. <br><br> "Hurry! Hurry!" sprinting, figuring a broken hip, wondering what you did for a heart attack, any medical knowledge flooding my brain as I let the veggies tumble. <br><br> I stopped short. He. Was. Standing. Staring at a sink. Sure it was overflowing, but it was hardly an emergency. "Mr. Eriksson?" <br><br> "Oh, good gracious, you...wouldn't happen to be able to fix this, would you, Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>?" <br><br> A grimace, but thinking of the veggies all over his floor, I shrugged, "Sure?" And I walked over to the rising water levels. I had arrived right on time, it wasn't flooding the kitchen, but would be soon. I chewed at my lip, not exactly sure what to do. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> Fuck, fuck, fuck! I shoved my hand under the water, searching. It was full of dishes, and the weight of water was making it hard to move anything around. My hand dug, surging water splashing up onto my shirt. <br><br> I leaned in, straining to make work of the problem. What was the problem? Gross, the water was so gross. What was I touching? The water was overflowing, right down my legs. <br><br> "Oh, dear." Yes, Mr. E, to say the least. I continued to struggle, getting grimy, waterlogged and soaked. While I worked, he made the smart move to call a plumber. <br><br> When the plumber arrived, he was unhappy with the flood, but he looked quite pleased to see me. <<if $Body.braless == true>>He saw my tits<<else>>He saw my bra<</if>> clear as day even though they were covered, free wet T-shirt for the guy. <br><br> Mr. E left the coordination to me, I shifted and moved around the moat of the kitchen, every inch of my clothes soaked through, he definitely caught snatches of <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> my full on snatch. He looked as I instructed him, but I was so annoyed and over it, I just wanted to get the instructions out and not worry about anything else. Look at my pussy dude, [[there's your tip|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<else>> panty-shot. I just wanted to get the instructions out and not worry about anything else. <br><br> Finishing, I went to get up and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me down and spent the next fifteen minute giving me some pointers as to what to look for in the future. Sure, I learned some stuff but he just wanted to eye me longer. Look at my pussy dude, [[there's your tip|CC019 - HSVign3][$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> Don't freak out. First problem: water flow. I turned off the faucet. The water stopped. Wow. Complete incompetence, Mr. E. Now, what caused it to get like this?<br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> Probably a clogged drain. I slid my hand into the water, searching. It was full of dishes, and the weight of the water was making it hard to move anything around. My hand dug, <br><br> I leaned in, straining to make work of the problem. Gross, the water was so gross. What was I touching? <br><br> Eureka. Gross as it was, I found the 'clog'. He had left the stopper in. Using one hand to prevent this grossness from re-clogging the drain, I pulled and the water drained. <br><br> He cheered me on. I shook my head and used his bathroom towels to clean off. <br><br> Then, I proceeded to receive a dressing down for the vegetables and dirt in his foyer. I helped him out, biting my tongue, and [[headed home|CC019 - HSVign3][$Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++]]. <<else>> Probably something with the pipes, right? I had always left this kinda thing to <<print $CC.DName>>. I squatted down, opening the under-sink cabinet and leaned into the dark. Most of those cleaners and things probably hadn't been touched since the 90s. "You got a wrench?" <br><br> He nodded and wandered off, coming back with what I guess was a good enough wrench. <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> Putting my weight into it, I loosed the pipe. And got fucking ''drenched''. Water <<shake 10s>>spewed<</shake>> free into me and inundating me with a deluge that put everything before to shame. Mr. E let out a yell that put mine to shame and rushed off to call a plumber. <br><br> When the plumber arrived, he was unhappy with the flood, but he looked quite pleased to see me. <<if $Body.braless == true>>He saw my tits<<else>>He saw my bra<</if>> clear as day even though they were covered, free wet T-shirt for the guy. <br><br> Mr. E left the coordination to me, I shifted and moved around the moat of the kitchen, every inch of my clothes soaked through, he definitely caught snatches of <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> my full on snatch. He looked as I instructed him, but I was so annoyed and over it, I just wanted to get the instructions out and not worry about anything else. Look at my pussy dude, [[there's your tip|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<else>> panty-shot. I just wanted to get the instructions out and not worry about anything else. <br><br> Finishing, I went to get up and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me down and spent the next fifteen minute giving me some pointers as to what to look for in the future. Sure, I learned some stuff but he just wanted to eye me longer. Look at my pussy dude, [[there's your tip|CC019 - HSVign3][$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> Grunting and pushing, I leaned into it but I couldn't make it budge. My muscles ached, but I shook my head, defeated. <br><br> "Sorry, Mr. E. Just can't get this." He nodded, sighed, patting me on the head. <br><br> "Thank you for trying, dear." He was content not to have the water threatening to overflow, so it was a small win. As he escorted me out, he did take some time to admonish me for the mess I left in his foyer. I bit my tongue and resolved to get him worse veggies [[next week|CC019 - HSVign3][$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'church'>> /* IMAGE: Park activity */ We had to be His voices, reaching out and finding those who had not yet come to us and to Him. So we were doing outreach in a park. Throwing a frisbee around. <br><br> The day was lovely and sunny, but we hadn't done much outreach. Hadn't met a single other person outside of our group. And the frisbee came to me. As it settled on my fingertips, I looked around. <br><br> /* TODO crossroads */ <div id = "frisbee"> Toss it back to the cute guy who'd been <<link "flirting with me all morning">><<replace "#frisbee">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>>With a giggle and a shy look away, I sent it back to Paul, who smiled big at receiving the return throw. <br><br> We didn't accomplish much that day besides working up a sweat and finding connection with each other. But maybe that was the outreach that was supposed to happen that afternoon. <br><br> Paul and I left the frisbee game and just went on a walk through the park. It was a [[lovely day|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>>. Send it 'accidentally' over to the group <<link "picnicking">><<replace "#frisbee">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> Oops! Must have left my fingers too late. "Sorry! Duck! Oh, please! Sorry!" I ran over. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>I was bouncing over and so was my chest. It got their attention if the missile hadn't.<</if>> <br><br> "Well, hello there. Nearly took my head off." Chuckled a shirtless guy as he stood up, letting the disc spin on his middle finger. <br><br> "Yeah, sorry! Really am. Me and my friends from the youth group are just throwing it around...you, wanna throw it back?" I motioned to the group that was waving kindly. <br><br> "I throw it now, I'll brain you." <br><br> I laughed, smiling, "No. To them...you think you can make it?" He raised his eyebrow at the challenge, took two long strides and heaved. <br><br> By the end of the afternoon, we had at least introduced ourselves to the whole group of picnickers and had let them know when we met. One showed up, which was a [[massive win|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>>. Make eyes at a jogger and cast it <<link "on the run">><<replace "#frisbee">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>>A fit guy in form-fitting workout gear from head to foot noticed my looks and smiled at me. I loosed. He sped up and caught it. <br><br> And then he kept running. Oh, jeez! I started to pelt after him. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>I had not dressed for a run, so my chest was bounding more than I was. He didn't mind, clearly.<</if>> "Hey there." Despite the dewy skin, he seemed fully capable to run and talk. Impressive. <br><br> "Hey. Can I have my frisbee back?" <br><br> "Oh this? What's your name?" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." Keeping up with him was going to be difficult. <br><br> "Hmm...don't see that on here..." <br><br> "It's ours..." And so it went, finishing off the run with him and getting chatted up before I got the frisbee back. <br><br> When I returned to the group, I was drenched, exhausted, but I had gotten his commitment to join us next week. Worth the lactic [[acid build-up|CC019 - HSVign3]]! <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'partier'>> Going to a house party -- townies, college kids, classmates' siblings -- had a more 'adult' nature to it. The drinks were better. The music was better. They were always more fun. <br><br> There was a confidence and casualness to the encounter. There was no worry of the party being 'not allowed,' just 'not legal'. So, the cops were the constant, the through-line. /* TODO crossroads #cops x3 */ <div id ="constants"> <<crossroads #constants>> <<path>> And the ''drinking''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <br><br> Solo cup in hand, I felt at ease. It was a rundown place at the edge of town, dark as dark can be which meant the music could be //loud//. The frosh sloshed, lukewarm in the plastic in my hand as I wandered through the house. A group splayed out on a couple couches that had seen better days were debating the merits of The Wire while Law & Order played some random re-run on the TV. Did they know what they were watching? <br><br> Outside, there was a low-key game of beer pong, but I didn't feel like fighting the mosquitos. Okay, so house parties might have been a little too chill. I pounded the rest of my cup and made my way to the kitchen where the keg was posted up. Julio pushed himself off the counter when he saw me, not stopping taking a hit of his vape pen while he lifted the tap and lifted his eyebrows in offering. <br><br> "Kegstand?" I smiled playfully and he nodded encouragingly, waving me over. <br><br> "Keg stand!" He yelled out through a wreath of smoke. There was a commotion from the other room and the 'Wire' guys stumbled their way excitedly into the kitchen, even more excited and surprised seeing me squaring up to the container. "Ready?" The plastic of his pen pressed against my thighs as he got a grip on me. I nodded and he lifted. <br><br> <<if $CC.height gt 1>>Head over heels, I was flipped up into the air, my one hand grabbing at the front of my skirt to fight gravity, but I'm positive my ass was hanging out partially in the back. And then heels over head, I came crashing down. Julio was a dude and far too self-confident, no way he could keep a person my size inverted. I hit the linoleum hard and Julio toppled, bracing himself against the metal of the keg as everyone lost it. <br><br> I shook my head, pushing myself slowly off the floor, "Well that didn't work. Sorry, <<print $CC.name>>." Julio was chuckling with a shrug, "Ya able to do a handstand?" coming over to me to pull me off the floor and beside the keg. I guess I was doing this. Hefted again, I was upside down, this time both of my hands engaged on the lip of the keg. Between him leaning against me and gripping around my knees and my balance, I was held aloft. And my skirt was inching its way down. Up? Well, gravity was winning. <br><br> "Come on! Someone put it in my mouth!" I yelped out with an awkward laugh. The responses don't need to be stated, but after enough lewd comments a guy came over and popped the spout into my mouth and the flood of beer came on. <br><br> I was swallowing. Swallowing. My skirt was sliding down. My ass going from peeking, to half-way, to fully ''out''. "Go! Go!" Came the cheer. I'm not sure if the encouragement was for me, my skirt or me to keep at it so that they got a longer show. <br><br> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>I could feel the AC on my pussy and guys cheering as it came into view, "Fuck man. Right on, <<print $CC.name>>." And applause as they reacted to my desire to do a kegstand while rocking no underwear. <<else>> I could feel the AC on my asscheeks, but I was so glad I was wearing something. It was a good view, to be sure, but I was decent. Enough. <</if>> <<if $Body.braless == true>>And my top was a lost cause, the hem under my armpits and my tits on full display. Whistles, comments a plenty, but my mind was focused -- had to be focused -- on the flow of booze. I was chugging and my tits were bouncing in time with my gulps. <<else>> My top was a lost cause, hem under my armpits and my tits threatening to fall __up__ out of my bra. But my mind was focused -- had to be focused -- on the flow of booze. I was chugging and my tits were bouncing in time with my gulps. <</if>> <<else>>Head over heels, I was flipped into the air, my one hand grabbing at the front of my skirt to fight gravity while the other wrestled with the spout to guide it to my mouth. I'm positive my ass was hanging out partially in back. Nothing I could do about it. <br><br> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>I could feel the AC on my pussy and guys cheering as my ass came into view in back -- nothing I could do about it. That I was rocking no underwear was obvious. "Fuck man. Right on, <<print $CC.name>>." And applause as they reacted to my desire to do a kegstand like this. <<else>> I could feel the AC on my asscheeks, but I was so glad I was wearing something. It was a good view, to be sure, but I was decent. Enough. <</if>> <<if $Body.braless == true>>And my top was a lost cause, the hem under my armpits and my tits on full display. Whistles, comments a plenty, but my mind was focused -- had to be focused -- on the flow of booze. I was chugging and my tits were bouncing in time with my gulps. <<else>> My top was a lost cause, hem under my armpits and my tits threatening to fall __up__ out of my bra. But my mind was focused -- had to be focused -- on the flow of booze. I was chugging and my tits were bouncing in time with my gulps. <</if>> <br><br> And then with a kip of my feet, I was cartwheeling back to proper orientation. I was coughing hard, the spout spewed beer across my face and chest as it left my lips. I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my head, the flush of my face, gulping air now as I tried to recover, wobbling there and pumping my arms above my head as they congratulated me, lacking the oxygen to remain solidly upright. <br><br> Now I was ''blitzed''. Good. I gave Julio a squeeze, "Thanks dude." <br><br> "Nah. Thank you, beb." I grabbed another cup of beer and left the kitchen. <</if>> Blue and red started flashing across my face, spinning lights making their way towards the house from the darkness and the woods. Welp. Guess it wasn't as remote as we thought it was. And the music was probably too loud. <br><br> Time to get going. Couldn't get caught for myriad reasons. <<print $CC.DName>> and <<print $CC.MName>> two of them. My age a third. I pounded my cup and started scrambling. But where? <br><br> <div id="cops"> The <<link "tree">><<replace "#cops">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> Flee. Run. Out the back door, dropping the cup on the patio and leaping out into the taller grass. Away from the lights, towards darkness. I heard the whooping of the police sirens and I couldn't tell if I was being pursued. Couldn't check. Go, go, go! <br><br> A root caught my foot and I tumbled, thudding hard against the thankfully soft dirt. I held still, prone and trying to make out sounds beyond the cicadas, my thudding chest and heaving breaths. I could just picture the boys in blue casually walking up behind me, flashlights full-on up my skirt as they found me. But the moments lengthened. I took a chance and pressed myself off the ground and into a crouch. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I got bit by mosquitos and lost my buzz as I waited til the cop car left the house. Squatting like an idiot in the woods. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>> line? <br> A <<link "hiding">><<replace "#cops">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> They couldn't possibly search the whole house, right? I thudded up the stairs while the others wandered out the front door -- the party was over and they were headed home. But not me. I'd have to figure out a way home later. Now, I needed...a closed door. I tugged and it came open. <br><br> A sleepy head lifted, groggily looking me over, "Hello?" Julio's Dad. A few beers empty on his bedside table. <br><br> "Uh, hi. I need--" <br><br> "Cops?" I nodded and he laughed, "Close the fuckin' door then." I shut it firmly and leaned against the wall. "Hm. You look like you're hiding like that. Come 'ere." He patted the bed beside him. Right. Get in bed with him. That sounded smart. "I'm not gonna bite." He rubbed down his beer belly, ruffling his curly hairs. And then I heard people coming up the stairs. <br><br> I scrambled quickly over next to him, feeling the sweat of sleep on his skin as he pulled me close and tugged my shoes <<link "off">><<feet>><</link>> and sheets over me. Then he leaned over me, flicking the light off. <br><br> Moments later the door opened, a flashlight making both of us blink as the cop checked the room. Julio's Dad lifted up, "You got a warrant buddy? This is my house." <br><br> "We have reasonable cause--" <br><br> "To wake me up? We've been fuckin sleeping. Get out." And the door closed. "See?" He chuckled and pulled me tighter, "Should probably wait a bit, though." <br><br> I didn't know when would be safe. My mind was sloshy from the night. The comfort of the bed and darkness of the room enough of a suggestion. I fell asleep there that night. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>> spot? <br> Get <<link "lost">><<replace "#cops">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> It was like a shift-change. Everyone was getting up and going and not in a rush. Just taking it as a sign that the night and fun was over. I fell in line with the rest of them, a little clump of kids and adults heading out of the house and towards their vehicles. I heard the whooping of the police sirens as we were lit brightly by their floodlight, "Do not leave the premises." Fuck. I felt a tightening in my stomach. <br><br> The patrolcar rumbled over the uneven ground and pulled between me and a few of the cars. I saw one of the other kids from school manage to hop into a truck and make his way off into the night. I, on the other hand, was trapped by the police and the older guys and girls that knew there was no trouble they could get into. They were of age. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I leaned against the hood of the cop car as they took down my information and proceeded to call my parents. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>> in the crowd? </div> <<path>> Oh, and the ''drugs''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value -->> <br><br> Solo cup in hand, I felt at ease. It was a rundown place at the edge of town, dark as dark can be which meant the music could be //loud//. The frosh sloshed, lukewarm in the plastic in my hand as I wandered through the house. A group splayed out on a couple couches that had seen better days were debating the merits of The Wire while Law & Order played some random re-run on the TV. Did they know what they were watching? <br><br> Outside, there was a low-key game of beer pong, but I didn't feel like fighting the mosquitos. Okay, so house parties might have been a little too chill. Pounding the rest of my cup, I decided I needed something stronger. I poked my head into the kitchen, but Julio was manning the keg and was puffing at a vape pen -- not good enough. So, I headed to the back hallway and began poking into the bedrooms. <br><br> "Hey, <<print $CC.name>>..." A mellow smile, an inviting wave, some dude -- how did he know my name? -- wearing just some basketball shorts was cuddled up to a couple girls. Their clothes were crumpled in a pile beside them, hands stroking at each other's skin. It didn't feel like the prelude to an orgy, but that didn't mean it wasn't going to be. I stepped in tentatively. <br><br> "Whatcha up to?" <br><br> "K." He lifted his other hand, a tiny plastic spoon between his fingers. I moved over to him, "It feels great. Ever done a bump?" <br><br> I shook my head, trying to pick my way around the bare skin squished together in a beanbag chair. <br><br> "You should. I'm so blissed out right now." One of the girls grabbed my hand, pulling me towards her, just in her bikini underwear and bra, unconcerned that both of the other two were stroking her skin. I fell against him, between the two girls and the cup of the spoon touched my nose. I snorted. I coughed and sat back on the floor. She held my hand, playing with my fingers and smiling, nuzzling her head against his bare chest. <br><br> "So...your clothes are off." I laughed, feeling the burn of the powder in my nasal cavity. <br><br> "Yeah, feels great. Freeing." Said the other girl, "Come here...lemme give you a massage." Now both of them were on my hands, pulling my closer. Her other hand snaking into my hair and starting to massage my scalp, guiding me back between her thighs and against her breasts. I mean, it felt good and I wasn't about to say no to a massage. Seemed innocent enough. <br><br> She kept massaging, and it felt even better. I loved the feeling of her skin against mine and I wanted to feel more. I pulled my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>> off, then my <<link "skirt">><<lower>><</link>>, snaking my body closer to hers as I used my toes to kick my <<link "shoes">><<feet>><</link>> off. Oh fuck. This was nice. <br><br> We were a mess of cooing and groaning as we formed a kind of massage circle, working out knots in each others muscles. My hands squeezed down his thighs, the shorts tenting immediately as he became fully erect. My fingers worked at the flesh of one of the girl's asses, watching the other one start to make out with him. That looked nice. <br><br> My skin felt warm, hot, //lovely//. I guided a hand to my body at every chance I could, it didn't matter whose it was. I wanted to be felt. I wanted to feel being felt. <br><br> Blue and red started flashing across my face, spinning lights making their way towards the house from the darkness and the woods. "Fuck." He chuckled. The girls laughed. <br><br> Welp. Guess it wasn't as remote as we thought it was. And the music was probably too loud. All of us hated this broken up, but we started moving, in no rush but realizing the necessity at the back of our minds. <br><br> Time to get going. Couldn't get caught for myriad reasons. <<print $CC.DName>> and <<print $CC.MName>> two of them. My age a third. But where? <br><br> <div id = "cops"> Paranoia kicked in. The <<link "tree">><<replace "#cops">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> Flee. Run. Out the back door, leaving my clothes behind and leaping out into the taller grass. Away from the lights, towards darkness. I heard the whooping of the police sirens and I couldn't tell if I was being pursued. Couldn't check. Go, go, go! <br><br> A root caught my foot and I tumbled, thudding hard against the thankfully soft dirt. I held still, prone and trying to make out sounds beyond the cicadas, my thudding chest and heaving breaths. I could just picture the boys in blue casually walking up behind me, flashlights full-on my naked body as they found me. But the moments lengthened. I took a chance and pressed myself off the ground and into a crouch. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I got bit by mosquitos and lost my buzz as I waited til the cop car left the house. Squatting like an idiot in the woods. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>> line? <br> Panic set in. A <<link "hiding">><<replace "#cops">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> They couldn't possibly search the whole house, right? I thudded up the stairs while the others wandered out the front door -- the party was over and they were headed home. But not me. I'd have to figure out a way home later. Now, I needed...a closed door. I tugged and it came open. <br><br> A sleepy head lifted, groggily looking me over, "Hello?" Julio's Dad. A few beers empty on his bedside table. <br><br> "Uh, hi. I need--" <br><br> "Cops?" I nodded and he laughed, "Close the fuckin' door then." I shut it firmly and leaned against the wall. "Hm. You look like you're hiding like that. Come 'ere. Dressed for bed already..." He patted the bed beside him. Right. Get in bed with him. That sounded smart. "I'm not gonna bite." He rubbed down his beer belly, ruffling his curly hairs. And then I heard people coming up the stairs. <br><br> I scrambled quickly over next to him, feeling the sweat of sleep on his skin as he pulled me close and pulled the sheets over me. Then he leaned over me, flicking the light off. The closeness of his body, his size...felt nice. My hands began wandering along his skin, pulling myself closer. He chuckled and began to pet my head. Yes. Please. <br><br> Moments later the door opened, a flashlight making both of us blink as the cop checked the room. Julio's Dad lifted up, "You got a warrant buddy? This is my house." <br><br> "We have reasonable cause--" <br><br> "To wake me up? We've been fuckin sleeping. Get out." And the door closed. "See?" He chuckled and pulled me tighter, "Should probably wait a bit, though." <br><br> I didn't know when would be safe. My mind was sloshy from the night. The comfort of the bed and darkness of the room enough of a suggestion. I fell asleep there that night. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>> spot? <br> I was <<link "trapped">><<replace "#cops">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> I saw them leaving and I just froze. Didn't know what to do, "Coming?" He offered. I pulled myself tighter against the bean bag chair. And then they were gone. All I could do was listen to my breathing. If I didn't move, they couldn't find me. If they found me, then they couldn't see me. <br><br> The door opened. They saw me. Two patrol men laughing at me as I curled up in the tightest ball I could manage. <br><br> Fuck. They could see me. I felt a tightening in my stomach. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I leaned against the hood of the cop car as they took down my information and proceeded to call my parents. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>>. Definitely. </div> <<path>> And, obviously, the ''sex''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <br><br> Solo cup in hand, I felt at ease. It was a rundown place at the edge of town, dark as dark can be which meant the music could be //loud//. The frosh sloshed, lukewarm in the plastic in my hand as I wandered through the house. A group splayed out on a couple couches that had seen better days were debating the merits of The Wire while Law & Order played some random re-run on the TV. Did they know what they were watching? <br><br> Outside, there was a low-key game of beer pong, but I didn't feel like fighting the mosquitos. Okay, so house parties might have been a little too chill. I was going to have to find something more entertaining. I pounded the cup of beer and began poking around the house. <br><br> Julio was in the kitchen, manning the keg and hitting a vape pen. Nope. Into the back hallway, I began trying doors. Found a couple girls and a guy curled up mostly naked on a bean bag chair and I thought I was finally finding something interesting, but no. They were just in K and blissed out. <br><br> Declining their invitation, I kept up the search. Behind one of the last doors came exactly what I was looking for: moans. No sock on the knob, so I tried it. It was unlocked -- they were in a hurry. <br><br> She was ass-up, head-down on the bed, her feet hanging off the edge as he stood behind her and was solidly just plowing away. I didn't recognize either of their asses, or his jeans around his ankles. The wet slapping set that place in my brain a-tingle, my hand between my thighs as I stood half in the hallway and played voyeur. <br><br> They didn't seem to be in a rush anymore, his hands lightly on her lower back as his hips hit forward again and again, hilting himself inside her as her body reacted, bucking forward from the firm thrusting. She was panting, grabbing handfulls of the sheets. I was getting into myself, pushing two fingers deep into the soft clutch that was inside me. I leaned my shoulder against the door frame, pumping my fingers as I watched them and imagined being involved. <br><br> I kept my hand in time with the sounds and show playing out in front of me, palm pressed against my clit as I held my breath. I didn't want them to notice. Oh. I was getting there. My shoulder pressed hard against the door jamb. I bit into my lip, my hand worked erratically. I lifted up onto my toes. <br><br> I <<shake 3s>>shuddered<</shake>>. <br><br> I let out my breath, eyes in a haze from the orgasm abating and the beer buzz as I slowed my masturbation and returned to watching them. Maybe a second one... <br><br> Blue and red started flashing across my face, spinning lights making their way towards the house from the darkness and the woods. Never had that happen before after I...OH. Shit. <br><br> I tugged my fingers from me a bit too quickly, stumbling back from the doorway. <br><br> They heard that, both turning to look at me but not messing with their rhythm. But then they realized what I had. <br><br> Cops. Welp. Guess it wasn't as remote as we thought it was. And the music was probably too loud. <br><br> Time to get going. Couldn't get caught for myriad reasons. <<print $CC.DName>> and <<print $CC.MName>> two of them. My age a third. I pounded my cup and started scrambling. But where? <div id = "cops"> The <<link "tree">><<replace "#cops">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> Flee. Run. Out the back door, the wetness of my thighs not providing extra speed as I leapt out into the taller grass. Away from the lights, towards darkness. I heard the whooping of the police sirens and I couldn't tell if I was being pursued. Couldn't check. Go, go, go! <br><br> A root caught my foot and I tumbled, thudding hard against the thankfully soft dirt. I held still, prone and trying to make out sounds beyond the cicadas, my thudding chest and heaving breaths. I could just picture the boys in blue casually walking up behind me, flashlights full-on up my skirt as they found me. But the moments lengthened. I took a chance and pressed myself off the ground and into a crouch. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I got bit by mosquitos and lost my buzz as I waited til the cop car left the house. Squatting like an idiot in the woods. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>> line? <br> A <<link "hiding">><<replace "#cops">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> They couldn't possibly search the whole house, right? I thudded up the stairs while the others wandered out the front door -- the party was over and they were headed home. But not me. I'd have to figure out a way home later. Now, I needed...a closed door. I tugged and it came open. <br><br> A sleepy head lifted, groggily looking me over, "Hello?" Julio's Dad. A few beers empty on his bedside table. <br><br> "Uh, hi. I need--" <br><br> "Cops?" I nodded and he laughed, "Close the fuckin' door then." I shut it firmly and leaned against the wall. "Hm. You look like you're hiding like that. Come 'ere." He patted the bed beside him. Right. Get in bed with him. That sounded smart. "I'm not gonna bite." He rubbed down his beer belly, ruffling his curly hairs. And then I heard people coming up the stairs. <br><br> I scrambled quickly over next to him, feeling the sweat of sleep on his skin as he pulled me close and tugged my shoes <<link "off">><<feet>><</link>> and sheets over me. Then he leaned over me, flicking the light off. <br><br> Moments later the door opened, a flashlight making both of us blink as the cop checked the room. Julio's Dad lifted up, "You got a warrant buddy? This is my house." <br><br> "We have reasonable cause--" <br><br> "To wake me up? We've been fuckin sleeping. Get out." And the door closed. "See?" He chuckled and pulled me tighter, "Should probably wait a bit, though." <br><br> I didn't know when would be safe. My mind was sloshy from the night. The comfort of the bed and darkness of the room enough of a suggestion. I fell asleep there that night. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>> spot? <br> Get <<link "lost">><<replace "#cops">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> It was like a shift-change. Everyone was getting up and going and not in a rush. Just taking it as a sign that the night and fun was over. I fell in line with the rest of them, a little clump of kids and adults heading out of the house and towards their vehicles. I heard the whooping of the police sirens as we were lit brightly by their floodlight, "Do not leave the premises." Fuck. I felt a tightening in my stomach. <br><br> The patrolcar rumbled over the uneven ground and pulled between me and a few of the cars. I saw one of the other kids from school manage to hop into a truck and make his way off into the night. I, on the other hand, was trapped by the police and the older guys and girls that knew there was no trouble they could get into. They were of age. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I leaned against the hood of the cop car as they took down my information and proceeded to call my parents. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>> in the crowd? </div> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'home'>> The Boys and I didn't always hang out at <<print $CC.friend1>>'s -- the garage is cool and all, but it wasn't that convenient for me. So mine became home base number two, especially when things were a bit frantic on his end, or quiet on mine. <br><br> "Alright, who's turn was it today...?" Ethan turned, performative as always. To...me. <br><br> "Wait. It...no..." I shook my head, returning the acting as best I could. It was. I forgot. <br><br> Andrew dropped onto the bed beside me, "Don't bullshit, <<print $CC.name>>. Where's the green." <br><br> <div id="weed"> <<crossroads #weed>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> "You know I ''don't smoke''. I'm not contributing to your delinquency." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't stable enough. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> "Oh, come //on//." Ethan threw a pillow at me. I ducked and it hit <<print $CC.friend1>>. <br><br> "See? Ya don't get those reflexes being a pothead." I stuck out my tongue. <br><br> "Ya also don't get to be any fun." <<print $CC.friend1>> smacked me in the face with the pillow. <br><br> Andrew packed a bowl and passed between them. I didn't understand the things they laughed and talked about -- it just sounded dumb. But I enjoyed their company, in [[any state|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<path>> "Ugh //fine//. I don't have it ''on'' me...lemme ''make a call''." <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> They dove into a mobile game with scantily clad orcs and lots of blood while I texted, chewing at my lower lip trying to come up with new avenues for acquisition. <br><br> Eventually, I found a dealer and convinced them to do a delivery. "Kay. Smoke 'em cuz you got 'em." I tossed the bag at Andrew and let him pack a bowl for us. <br><br> It was fun spinning in a computer chair when you were blazed. The way the world just...[[spins|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<path>> "No one else is carrying? I'll getcha ''next time''. //Promise//." <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> There was an eyeroll and a sigh. Andrew shook his head and patted my thigh. Being a girl was ''great''. <br><br> A bowl was packed and I curled up against Andrew as he passed to me after lighting. And soon we were on our way, opening a window and lightly just stroking each other's fingers as we laughed and [[waxed poetic|CC019 - HSVign3]]. Mooch for life. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'gang'>> /* IMAGE: Target aisles */ <<outfit gang>> When a guy on Wall Street does it, or Madoff, or Holmes...they might get in trouble. ''//Might//''. If they get caught. Meanwhile the sheer amount of people affected by what they've done and how much they've taken is massive. They'll go to prison, after a lengthy trial, pay some fines that are nothing in comparison to the damages done -- and certainly don't actually restitute victims. And then when they walk down the street after getting out? Just another guy, no harm, no foul. <br><br> So we were selecting our target, Target. I was being walked through the things to watch out for, and what to do in certain situations. My heart was thumping, I was on edge, but families needed money, needed clothes, needed things and Target could afford the losses -- that they'd write off at the end of the year as breakage anyway. <br><br> Walking down the aisles as normally as possible, just me, just a <<if $Body.skin == "black">>black girl, please ignore,<<elseif $Body.skin == "golden">>white-passing chick<<else>>white chick<</if>>. I was close to making it out when I saw the blue of security starting to move in. Exactly as I was warned. <div id="theft"> <<crossroads #theft>> <<path>> Ignore them and continue? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> <br><br> If I act guilty, they'll think I'm guilty. They aren't actually gunning for me. Move over another aisle...keep my peripherals going... <br><br> Yeah. Outsmarted the fuckin' pigs. And got the goods. <br><br> I certainly impressed the guys when I got back with [[my haul|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<path>> Act casual? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <br><br> Okay, then. Just time for an exit. Over towards the registers, like I'm going to pay for these. <br><br> Peripherals on. Are they watching me? No, I think they're just checking me out. Ha. Got 'em. <br><br> "I had to duck early." I shrugged as I handed them my haul. Light, but there. <br><br> "You got out good. That's what matters." Amari patted me on the shoulder and gave it [[a squeeze|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<path>> Run? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <br><br> Fuck. Outta here. Now! <br><br> I kicked it into gear, hoping a gradual increase in my pace would not arouse--suspicion. Shit. I wish I had paid more attention to the layout as I began to squeak around corners and head down aisles. I think I was headed to the -- <<shake 3s>>Flat on my ass<</shake>> after bouncing off of one of the big guys in blue. <br><br> Not even able to get a word out, my good spilling out of the bag onto the linoleum, he reached down and hefted me up by the arm, dragging me kicking and fighting down into the back. <br><br> Luckily, he took me for just a delinquent who got her kicks from shoplifting. He gave me a stern talking to and when he threatened to call <<print $CC.DName>> and the //actual// police I squirmed. So I put out. <br><br> There was a glint in his eye like he was used to this kind of exchange and had been expecting it since the chase began. He took his time, I didn't rush him. And once he finished and the contentedness set in, he actually let me walk with a couple of the shittier items. <br><br> Amari nodded, not too surprised by what happened and thumped me on the arm impressed that I didn't flinch and just blew the security and got something out of it. <br><br> "Yer my go-to girl, <<print $CC.name>>. Hope ya learned something this time." I had. I got better at [[reading them|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'volunteer'>> <<outfit volunteer>> /* IMAGE: Chain gang */ It wasn't glorious, but it was probably the most impactful of my volunteering choices -- at least in the large timescale of the health of the planet. Cleaning up beaches and beside the highway did a lot more for us and the environment than simply making it look nicer. <br><br> Sweaty, dirty and leg-tired, I'd have a crick in my neck from looking down for hours. We'd do little paths and sections at a time to make sure we grabbed everything. It was very methodical. <br><br> And sometimes, we'd be sent out with some convicts from a minimum security prison. So there was a little time for doing guidance and outreach. A little friendliness, a little humanity go a long way. <br><br> The guards were far less pleased with it, preferring to feel powerful and treat their charges like mongrels. <br><br> <div id ="convicts"> So, I <<link "stopped">><<replace "#convicts">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> I was not going to fight the Man. They could hurt me, or the convicts simply because they could. <br><br> With looks of 'sorry' to my guys in orange, I shied away and went back to the work at hand. I'd get a few words and hellos from time to time, but the guards made a point to keep separation between 'in' and 'out.' <br><br> It pained me, but we were probably more efficient and no one got hurt. Even if I didn't buck [[the system|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>>, <<link "flirted">><<replace "#convicts">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> A little roll of my eyes, sliding up to the guard and maybe holding their hand for a bit. I tried to get them to make them think it was equal opportunity. I just wanted to chat. <br><br> Giving them every excuse and a little bit of love, they softened. Though there were far more aggressive than their convict counterparts when it came to me. They tried to take me home and were very hard to manage. <br><br> No wasn't a word they wanted to hear, and certainly when they knew they had leverage in the form of my care for their charges. <br><br> So, a couple of times I let them buy me a meal, or went to a movie. But it kept my guys in orange safe, unharmed and I still got to hang out with [[them|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>> with them as a distraction, let my good will buy some <<link "protection">><<replace "#convicts">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> Though they were in chains, a mere grunt, or look and the guards were at least a little startled. <br><br> And they backed off, and I kept my buddies in orange. They really weren't bad people. And though I knew they'd have to pay for defending me in one way or another, I think they appreciated the attention and time with a pretty girl on the outside. <br><br> A couple tried -- kindly and considerately -- to hook up with me when they 'got out.' I let them wonder and hope. I wouldn't kill [[a dream|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'sporty'>> <<outfit track>> <<image framed "cc.sporty.tracknfield01.png" "cc.sporty.tracknfield02.png">> Too cold to be outside for most sports, we went indoors for track and field. It was weird not to have grass underfoot and to hear yourself echoing off the walls, but better that than hypothermia. <br><br> It wasn't the most popular thing to be doing when Basketball had taken over the gym courts, but <<if $CC.sexuality !== 0>>it was a coed sport, so watching the boys run and throw was a massive bonus<<else>>the more normal girls who weren't in stupid cheer outfits or drooling over the ballers were better to hang and compete with.<</if>> <br><br> My competition of choice was... <div id ="track"> <<crossroads #track>> <<path>> Long-distance running <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value -->> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> Long-distance running. Two miles was all about pacing yourself, small increments and adjustments, but it was highly meditative. And having that distance allowed you to regulate yourself over the long term. Could put a sprint on the end, could pull it back if you pushed too hard early. <br><br> I loved listening to my breath, to the clarity that came after the first lap, to seeing the distance between me and the girl ahead closing slowly -- and she had no idea until I passed. <br><br> Lap four. Halfway done and holding a good lead on most of the girls, just a couple ahead of me. I was ahead of pace and it felt ''good''. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value - $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte 7>> A girl passed me...she was going too fast. I'd let her wear herself out, I still had gas in the tank. <br><br> We headed into the final lap and I heard Coach Liam clapping me on, "You got this, <<print $CC.name>>!" And the passer started to lag. I kicked it into high gear, sprinting out the last eighth of the distance. Passing. Passing. And finished! <br><br> Coach was at the finish line, lifting me up off the ground, arms tight around my rocking ribcage. I couldn't even laugh in surprise. I had placed and we'd see where I'd end up for [[Districts|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<else>> I was making a break for it. I led the pack, pushing, not going to let them catch up. I crossed into the final lap with a broad grin on my face, hearing Coach Liam cheering me on, "Keep it up, <<print $CC.name>>!" <br><br> As I rounded the final curve, I felt the lactic acid in my legs, I had been going too fast for too long. The other girls began to pass me. Ended up behind where we had expected me to be. "My bad, Coach." I panted out as I met up with him afterward. <br><br> He nodded and gave me a squeeze on my sweaty shoulder, "We'll [[keep working|CC019 - HSVign3]]." <</if>> <<path>> The hurdles <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> The hurdles. Short, quick, exciting. The gun went off and so did we -- it was speed, it was flexibility, it was rhythm. There was something musical to the right timing. <br><br> There was something far less magical when your cleat caught the bar of a hurdle, just a second too late or not pulling up high enough. And then you were tumbling, off-stride and either eating dirt or having to really press to keep in the race. <br><br> Coach Liam looked at his watch, lifted the starting pistol and pulled. My feet sprung from the starting blocks and my calves got in gear. <<if $Body.tits == "small">>It was sprints like these that made me thankful for my lack of breast -- might even give me an edge.<<else>>Having a chest like mine added a dynamic of motion that was uncomfortable and probably held me back from a PB.<</if>> <br><br> But I couldn't concentrate on that, just the pace and my path. <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gte 8>> Over. Over. Over. //Yes// That one caught a little at my hamstring, but push on. Nope, not going to clip these. And...across the finish line. Arms above my head, ribcage rapidly lifting and falling, I smiled to Liam who nodded as he checked his watch. We were on [[our way|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<else>> Dammit. Hit another one. I was off my cadence and I was not going to place. I could feel Liam shaking his head before I even crossed the finish line. It wasn't atypical, but wasn't the improvement we were [[looking for|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</if>> <<path>> The high jump <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> The high jump. It was pretty stop and start, but when you were setting the bar slightly higher, looking at the short distance to the pad, there was a jolt of adrenaline like no other. There was an introspection, checking in with every single muscle in your body that had to work in perfect unison to send yourself flying -- the slightest nudge would be a failure. And you went //backwards//, head ''first''. Whoever came up with this was a sadist. <br><br> Assistant Coach Justin was relegated to our little neck of the woods, but he was as much a devotee to the sport as I was. We had a little smirk to each other each time I got into position, like we understood things others didn't. <br><br> Whistle. I was sprinting. Leaping. Twisting... <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte 8>> and over the bar, clean. My body thudded and bounced on the mat, looking up at the rafters as I held back from looking at the bar. It was still there. <br><br> Justin came over, smacking hard at my thighs and pulling me off the mat by them, smiling broadly, "Nice job! <<print $CC.name>>. Higher?" I nodded, taking his hands. "[[Higher|CC019 - HSVign3]]." <<else>> and over the bar, clean? My body thudded and bounced on the mat, looking up at the rafters as I held back from looking at the bar. Damn. <br><br> Justin came over, giving me a little tug by my ankles, helping me off the mat. "Again?" I knew it was probably past my limit, but I nodded, "[[Again|CC019 - HSVign3]]." <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'tailgate'>> Before the game there were hours to fill. Saying hi, discussing last week's game, drinking...it could all occupy only so much time. Cornhole filled one of those holes. Ha. That's a pun. And one that was used around me...a lot. At least when <<print $DName>> wasn't within ear shot. <br><br> Hitting the board: okay. Touching the hole: better. In the hole? I shouldn't have to tell you. <br><br> We'd square up and make our three tosses. Trade off back and forth until someone hit 21. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 3>> Bam. Sunk. Again. Shit, the third hung precariously but resisted falling in. I smacked my thigh and shook my head, stepping back from my board. "Still killing us, <<print $CC.name>>..." the guys sighed, but were grinning broadly. Probably because they were watching my cleavage, my tensed legs, my body as it rocked back and forth with each throw. <br><br><br> I guess they were winning in their own way. And explained why they always came back for more, despite that I was clear and away the best cornhole player amongst our crew. <br><br> Throwing (and winning) worked up an appetite, so I swung over to where we were grilling out. The sun was beating down -- hot as fuck today -- but coming around the corner from behind our vehicles was like running into a thick wall of boiling air that I could //smell//. Charcoal, smoke, and the sweet, sweet scent of sausage. <br><br> No one was manning the station, but that meant I had my pick of the litter. The guys were over by the cooler, drinking focused on one of our 'neighbors,' some young woman twirling her hair between her fingers while she was appreciated by all the sweaty men, <<linkexpand "shirtless or in tanktops.">> shirtless or in tanktops. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception']>> Something was off. Flames were kicking up as the grease from the meat was dripping through the grate. The guys were not paying attention. I could tell it was moments before the whole thing was aflame. <br><br> I grabbed the tongs and jumped in front of the grill like the best of them. I was a flurry of grab and flick, taking the endangered pork and beef from the open flame and onto the aluminum foil on the folding table beside me. The flames were kicking up, the smoke was roiling. I was beginning to cough, but I was determined to save the meat. <br><br> "Whoah, whoah, whoah! Careful!" And I was tugged back, the tongs yanked from my hand as the original 'grill operator' realized what was going on. Probably more due to a girl invading his area than the actual fire that was now consuming the remaining patties and dogs. <br><br><br> I didn't care. I wondered how many times I'd have to wash my hair to get the smell out. Barehanded, I grabbed a dog and popped it in a bun. He could fight the fire that was his fault, flames kicking up and probably visible from a few cars down. He was yelling and laughing. Singed and suffering while I walked away from the saved snacks. <br><br> Crises averted, I sprayed my meat with mustard, ketchup and relish. The guys were swarming over the grill now. Grillmaster masculinity in full swing while I dropped my smokey self onto the cooler they had been surrounding moments before. <br><br><br> I bit into the soft, cool and fluffy bun and tasted the moist explosion of charred flavor in my meat. Fuck. This tasted good. Maybe it was my brush with death that made it taste all the [[sweeter|CC019 - HSVign3][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++]]. <<else>> Leaning in, I looked over the offerings. God, my mouth was watering. It smelled so good and was mesmerizing watching the flames licking up higher and higher as the grease fell between the grate. The guys were not paying attention. <br><br><br> I grabbed the tongs figured I should step in, turning the dogs and patties and humming to myself. The flames were kicking up, the smoke was roiling. Huh. Was that supposed to happen? I was beginning to cough -- god the smoke was getting really thick. <br><br> "Whoah, whoah, whoah! Careful!" And I was tugged back, the tongs yanked from my hand as the original 'grill operator' realized what was going on. Probably more due to a girl invading his area it than the actual fire that was now consuming the remaining patties and dogs. <br><br> Brushed aside, stumbling away from the flaming grill as I coughed up a lung. The guys were swarming over the grill now. Grillmaster masculinity in full swing while I dropped my smokey self onto the cooler they had been surrounding moments before. <br><br><br> Hungry, but happy to not be burnt to a crisp like the meat, I casually dipped my hand inside my seat and grabbed a cold one. No one made any comment as I chugged the thing to cool down and get something in my stomach. I'd get one of the shitty hot dogs inside, but in the meantime, the beer would do the [[trick|CC019 - HSVign3][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Board. Board. Asphalt. Shit. I just couldn't get it together. I groaned and threw my head back as yet again, I wasn't going to come even close to winning against a bunch of drunk dudes. I stepped back from the board so that they could finish me off. "S'allright. Getting better, <<print $CC.name>>. Keep trying." And man were they smiling. Easy competition and doubtless they wanted me to keep playing because they had front-row seats to watch my cleavage, tensed legs, my body as it rocked back and forth with each throw. And coming up short meant I was throwing a lot each game. <br><br><br> I guess that was really why they wanted to play. It couldn't have been fun even to win so handily each time. I was the //worst// cornhole player amongst our crew, but always nominated to play. <br><br> Throwing (even losing) worked up an appetite, so I swung over to where we were grilling out. The sun was beating down -- hot as fuck today -- but coming around the corner from behind our vehicles was like running into a thick wall of boiling air that I could //smell//. Charcoal, smoke, and the sweet, sweet scent of sausage. <br><br> No one was manning the station, but that meant I had my pick of the litter. The guys were over by the cooler, drinking focused on one of our 'neighbors,' some young woman twirling her hair between her fingers while she was appreciated by all the sweaty men, <<linkexpand "shirtless or in tanktops.">> shirtless or in tanktops. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception']>> Something was off. Flames were kicking up as the grease from the meat was dripping through the grate. The guys were not paying attention. I could tell it was moments before the whole thing was aflame. <br><br> I grabbed the tongs and jumped in front of the grill like the best of them. I was a flurry of grab and flick, taking the endangered pork and beef from the open flame and onto the aluminum foil on the folding table beside me. The flames were kicking up, the smoke was roiling. I was beginning to cough, but I was determined to save the meat. <br><br> "Whoah, whoah, whoah! Careful!" And I was tugged back, the tongs yanked from my hand as the original 'grill operator' realized what was going on. Probably more due to a girl invading his area than the actual fire that was now consuming the remaining patties and dogs. <br><br> I didn't care. I wondered how many times I'd have to wash my hair to get the smell out. Barehanded, I grabbed a dog and popped it in a bun. He could fight the fire that was his fault, flames kicking up and probably visible from a few cars down. He was yelling and laughing. Singed and suffering while I walked away from the saved snacks. <br><br> Crises averted, I sprayed my meat with mustard, ketchup and relish. The guys were swarming over the grill now. Grillmaster masculinity in full swing while I dropped my smokey self onto the cooler they had been surrounding moments before. <br><br><br> I bit into the soft, cool and fluffy bun and tasted the moist explosion of charred flavor in my meat. Fuck. This tasted good. Maybe it was my brush with death that made it taste all the [[sweeter|CC019 - HSVign3][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++]]. <<else>> Leaning in, I looked over the offerings. God, my mouth was watering. It smelled so good and was mesmerizing watching the flames licking up higher and higher as the grease fell between the grate. The guys were not paying attention. <br><br> I grabbed the tongs figured I should step in, turning the dogs and patties and humming to myself. The flames were kicking up, the smoke was roiling. Huh. Was that supposed to happen? I was beginning to cough -- god the smoke was getting really thick. <br><br> "Whoah, whoah, whoah! Careful!" And I was tugged back, the tongs yanked from my hand as the original 'grill operator' realized what was going on. Probably more due to a girl invading his area it than the actual fire that was now consuming the remaining patties and dogs. <br><br> Brushed aside, stumbling away from the flaming grill as I coughed up a lung. The guys were swarming over the grill now. Grillmaster masculinity in full swing while I dropped my smokey self onto the cooler they had been surrounding moments before. <br><br><br> Hungry, but happy to not be burnt to a crisp like the meat, I casually dipped my hand inside my seat and grabbed a cold one. No one made any comment as I chugged the thing to cool down and get something in my stomach. I'd get one of the shitty hot dogs inside, but in the meantime, the beer would do the [[trick|CC019 - HSVign3][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'outdoors'>> /* IMAGE: Camping */ /* TODO: crossroads */ When I was over with <<print $CC.FName>> or over at <<print $CC.friend1>>'s, yeah it was an 'escape', but there were still parents around. There were elements I couldn't control: who would be joining us, what we'd be doing. But taking a tent and heading off into nature? <br><br> Talk about freedom and escape! <br><br> I slept when I wanted and however long that needed to be, I did what I wanted, I went where I wanted, hung out with who I wanted. I left when I wanted. I arrived when I wanted. And goddamn, when you're fighting at home, or pissed at a 'friend,' just //departing// has an unparalleled power to it. <br><br> But nature's a fickle bitch. You can't control her. <br><br> <div id ="nature"> Or the <<link "wildlife">><<replace "#nature">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> I woke with a start, jerking upright as my conscious brain tried to catch up with my unconscious. Not too hot. Not too bright so I hadn't slept in...Something moved outside. Who the //fuck// was trying to steal my stuff. <br><br> Tugging my legs out of the twisted sleeping bag, I extricated myself and crawled across the nylon flooring towards the noise. And then I ''froze''. That wasn't the breathing of a person. Huffing against the ground and my things. I think it heard me. The massive shadow, the plodding weight of the animal turned towards the tent. Me looking at his outline, him (her?) looking at mine. A stand-off. <br><br> Fuck. I needed to do something. <br><br> <div id = "animal"> Get <<link "big">><<replace "#animal">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> I tugged the zipper of the tent and moved out quickly, reaching deep into my chest for the loudest, biggest growl I could manage. My arms up over my head, trunk swollen up with as much breath as I could manage. <<shake 3s>>"What the //FUCK// are you doing?!"<</shake>> <br><br> A yelp and the dog went running off. The poor little mutt practically falling flat on his stomach as he tried to get away from the big monster that just tried to attack him. I couldn't help but laugh and feel bad simultaneously, arms dropping back by my sides and looking at the disarray of my camp. <br><br> With a sigh, I looked around, making sure no one saw the ridiculousness that just transpired. <<if $Body.topless == true && $Body.undies == "Commando">><<outfit naked>>Buck naked, I went about my business au natural. Unconcerned that I was being indecent as I cleaned up, setting things back in their proper place before getting on with my day<<elseif $Body.topless == true>><<outfit naked>><<panties "panties_bikini">>I was glad to be out in nature, not having to bother with putting on clothes as I went about setting my camp aright. They were just tits and its not like there was anyone around except the bird and bees to see them anyway<<else>><<outfit underwear>>I was glad to be out in nature, not having to bother with putting on clothes as I went about setting my camp aright. Just bopping around in my underwear, giving a show to all the trees<</if>>. <br><br> Served me right for not keeping a tidy camp, but I had learned my lesson and hopefully not have any more run-ins with [[wildlife|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <br> Get <<link "small">><<replace "#animal">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> Something about bears and pretending to play dead ran through my mind. I dropped flat and clutched my knees to my chest. I tried to restrain my breathing as I listened to the destruction and consumption just bare feet away from me and through the thinnest of materials. <br><br> I imagined claws tearing through the trent and my memory of bear behavior being so deadly wrong -- the next meal on the menu. My heart was pounding. I don't know how much time passed, trying to fight the instinct to jerk with every loud or sudden noise outside. <br><br> And then it was over. I waited probably longer than needed before carefully tugging the zipper open. The camp was destroyed. Food scraps strewn all over, plastic scraps scattered and pieces of equipment essentially destryoed. <br><br> With a sigh, I looked around, making sure the beast had left. I had no idea what it had been, but I was safe and no harm besides a camping trip cut short. <<if $Body.topless == true && $Body.undies == "Commando">><<outfit naked>>Buck naked, I went about my business au natural. Unconcerned that I was being indecent as I cleaned up, setting things back in their proper place before getting on with my day<<elseif $Body.topless == true>><<outfit naked>><<panties "panties_bikini">>I was glad to be out in nature, not having to bother with putting on clothes as I went about setting my camp aright. They were just tits and its not like there was anyone around except the bird and bees to see them anyway<<else>><<outfit underwear>>I was glad to be out in nature, not having to bother with putting on clothes as I went about setting my camp aright. Just bopping around in my underwear, giving a show to all the trees<</if>>. <br><br> Served me right for not keeping a tidy camp, but I had learned my lesson and hopefully not have any more run-ins with [[wildlife|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <br> <<link "Run">><<replace "#animal">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> I was not about to be trapped in here, like a tupperware snack waiting to be devoured. I tugged down on the zipper violently and jumped out into a full run. My foot caught the edge of the doorway -- I was yanking the tent with me as I tried to ignore the large brown presence feet away from me. Oh, god. I was going to be killed. <br><br> Ignoring whatever happened to the tent, I pushed myself harder, off into the woods, barefoot and barely awake, shoving away the visions of the other predators I was about to run into. Clever girl. <br><br> <<if $Body.topless == true && $Body.undies == "Commando">><<outfit naked>>Buck naked, I was like a cave man ancestor, naked prey in the wild. Being indecent or seen was the furthest thing from my mind as my bare body bounced and jiggled through brush and over roots<<elseif $Body.topless == true>><<outfit naked>><<panties "panties_bikini">>Having just gotten up, my tits were swaying violently and unrestricted as I sped off into the wild. Being indecent or seen was the furthest thing from my mind as my bare body bounced and jiggled through brush and over roots --they were just tits and its not like there was anyone around except the bird and bees to see them anyway<<else>><<outfit underwear>>There was a flash of thankfulness being out in the wild as I ran for my life: not having to bother with clothes, just bopping around in my underwear, giving a show to all the trees<</if>>. <br><br> I didn't know when to stop, when was safe, but eventually I did and tried to make my way back. I hadn't paid attention to where I was going and didn't have a compass. It took me a few hours to find my destroyed site, but I was alive. <br><br> Served me right for not keeping a tidy camp, but I had learned my lesson and hopefully not have any more run-ins with [[wildlife|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <</replace>><</link>>, Or other <<link "campers">><<replace "#nature">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value -->> I spent the night trying to muffle the noise from the next camp over. Just a bunch of college kids that were drinking and blasting music. How had a ranger not heard this and come to break it up -- fine them. Kick them out! <br><br> <div id = "neighbor"> At some point, I had fallen asleep, but I don't remember when. I woke groggy from lack of sleep, but sighing happily at the sound of a dewy morning, the light chirp of birds and crickets...and quiet. I pulled myself from the sleeping bag that I had twisted around myself in the distress of the night. I threw on some clothes as I wrestled with whether or not to involve the <<link "ranger">><<replace "#neighbor">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> At some point, I had fallen asleep, but I don't remember when. I woke groggy from lack of sleep, but sighing happily at the sound of a dewy morning, the light chirp of birds and crickets...and quiet. I pulled myself from the sleeping bag that I had twisted around myself in the distress of the night. I threw on some clothes as I wrestled with whether or not to involve the ranger... <br><br> I smirked to myself as I slid out of the tent, planning exactly how I'd bring the hammer of justice down on their heads. And the wind was taken out of my sails. I stared at the vacant site and felt the resolve disappear into impotence. They were gone. I laughed, trying to find some triumph. The solitude soaked into my skin even as I spent some time cleaning up the trash and ensured the fire embers were not going to cause a problem. <br><br> Yeah, they were shitty 'campers,' but I wasn't going to let their delinquency affect more people. I was a good [[camper|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>>, give them a <<link "piece of my mind">><<replace "#neighbor">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> At some point, I had fallen asleep, but I don't remember when. I woke groggy from lack of sleep, but sighing happily at the sound of a dewy morning, the light chirp of birds and crickets...and quiet. I pulled myself from the sleeping bag that I had twisted around myself in the distress of the night. I threw on some clothes as I wrestled with whether or not to involve the ranger or give them a piece of my mind... <br><br> The agita had nearly reached my craw as I stepped out of my tent, feet stamping against the ground as a prelude to the rage I was about to display. And the wind was taken out of my sails. I stared at the vacant site and felt the resolve disappear into impotence. They were gone. I laughed, trying to find some triumph. The solitude soaked into my skin even as I spent some time cleaning up the trash and ensured the fire embers were not going to cause a problem. <br><br> Yeah, they were shitty 'campers,' but I wasn't going to let their delinquency affect more people. I was a good [[camper|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>>, or just <<link "enjoy">><<replace "#neighbor">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> At some point, I had fallen asleep, but I don't remember when. I woke groggy from lack of sleep, but sighing happily at the sound of a dewy morning, the light chirp of birds and crickets...and quiet. I pulled myself from the sleeping bag that I had twisted around myself in the distress of the night. I threw on some clothes as I wrestled with whether or not to involve the ranger, give them a piece of my mind or just enjoy the peace and quiet. <br><br> And good that I had gotten over myself. They were gone. I laughed in triumph as I looked over their empty site. The solitude soaked into my skin even as I spent some time cleaning up the trash and ensured the fire embers were not going to cause a problem. <br><br> Yeah, they were shitty 'campers,' but I wasn't going to let their delinquency affect more people. I was a good [[camper|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>> the peace and quiet. </div> <</replace>><</link>>, Or the <<link "rules">><<replace "#nature">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> Sitting out by a campfire in the pure darkness of the woods at night was a magical experience. Listening to it crackle and watching it dance as I enjoyed an ice cold bevvie. <br><br> "Excuse me." I practically flew off the edge of the log where I had been sitting, my drink tumbling into the dirt and beginning to belch its contents into the thirsty forest floor. <br><br> "Y-yes?" It was a park ranger and my stomach dropped. <br><br> "Do you have your camping permit?" <br><br> "My...what?" He nodded and pulled out a ticket book, walking around the site and beginning to document what he saw, "Wait, wait. I'm sorry. It's my first time here, I guess I...missed a ranger on the way in?" <br><br> He looked me over. Maybe my age, maybe how I looked, maybe because I was alone...he nodded, "$50 for a camping permit. Can't just have any and everyone posting up out here." I scrambled for some cash and quickly handed it to him. <br><br> "Of course, I honestly just didn't know or didn't see it. I wasn't--" <br><br> "I know. Also, please take care of that fire. I don't see anything nearby to put it out." <br><br> He spent the next thirty minutes or so helping me get up to 'code' and understand the expectations of the area. I was grateful for his assistance and that I hadn't been escorted off to jail instead. <br><br> I took my learnings and became a conscientious camper going [[forward|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>> that still exist. As much as you don't want them to. </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'piano'>> <<print $CC.MName>> got me an electric keyboard once I started to really taking practice seriously. And Madame insisted that our lessons twice a week were not enough for me to really deliver at the recital (and to actually develop my talent at the keys). <br><br> I'd start with the pages of the practice books, running intervals and scales. I was beginning to develop the muscle memory in my hands. In class, my fingers tapped away at my thigh or the edge of the desk when I zoned out. It was becoming second nature which is good. <br><br> And then I'd lay out the sheet music for my recital piece and begin to work on the capstone. All her little grunts of disapproval, or how I feel she'd zone out because she felt I was just another student -- I'd show her. <br><br> But damn. Songs were much harder than intervals or practice. I could just imagine myself up there and the chords coming out of the piano being completely unrecognizable. I wouldn't let her be right. That wouldn't be me. <br><br> But to do that, I'd need to hunker down and focus. On what though? <div id ="focus"> <<crossroads #focus>> <<path>> I wasn't going to be plinking away. I needed to focus on ''speed''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> <br><br> It was like a less impressive Whiplash. Scales. Scales but quicker. Intervals, but quicker. Really trying to drive home the muscle memory so that the progressions came out fast and fluid. <br><br> I knew I couldn't play my piece faster than the time signature on the page, but if I could play it that fast, then that meant when I slowed down, it would come even more effortlessly. <br><br><br> That was the hope at [[least|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<path>> Missed notes? No. I'd focus on ''accuracy''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value += 2>> <br><br> I wouldn't let a practice section go without it being perfect. 100% was the only percent. I'd go back over previous materials simply to make sure I still had them down pat. <br><br> I'm sure I drove them crazy as the scales continued well into the night, but I was determined and I think that's why they didn't mention anything. <br><br> I broke down my piece into digestible sections. Really small sequences. And I wouldn't move on until the section was perfect. Until it came unbidden. Until I was humming the intervals as I walked the halls at school. <br><br><br> It was hard, but I was sure it would be [[worth it|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<path>> Get frustrated and burnt out? Nah. I just wanted to have ''fun'' <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <br><br> I spent some time at home working on my scales and intervals. Sometimes I'd break out my music and see how it was all coming together for my recital piece. <br><br> But when I got a text message from <<print $CC.friend1>> or <<print $CC.FName>>, I was out the door and the keyboard would sit on my bed forgotten. <br><br> I wasn't going to let myself get annoyed with the process, because I knew me well enough that I'd just drop it all together if it became too much of a chore. If I didn't find the enjoyment and relaxation in playing, then I wouldn't do it. And what was the point of all that time and money if I wasn't going to play anymore? <br><br><br> Plus, it'd be a fun little party trick [[someday|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'read'>> /* IMAGE: Library Stacks */ Extra school didn't simply mean losing my nights, it often meant I spent time on the weekends at the local library, or the community library. Just broke out a laptop, threw on some headphones and occasionally walked the stacks. <br><br> Even with the headphones, though, guys didn't take the hint. <br><br> A hand waved in front of my face, I jerked back, in the midst of trying to crunch some statistics. I popped an earbud out reflexively, "Uh, y-yeah?" looking up at -- oh, it was Oliver from my stats class. <br><br> "Oh, sorry, <<print $CC.name>>, h-how's it going?" An unsure motion towards the open textbook. Well, at least it wasn't being disturbed just because, ya know, I was a girl and that's what guys did. <br><br> "Eh, fine. This binomial stuff kinda escapes me." He nodded, dropping into the seat across from me. Just an average dude, but he gave a Reddit mod vibe. <br><br> "//Totally//. __Confusing__ stuff." He nodded, his eyes not on the textbook, even though I was clothed for the brutal AC. <div id="oliver"> <<crossroads #oliver>> <<path>> I could have some fun with him and take a break from the Stats... <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <br><br> Pushing my work aside, "Yeah, too confusing for me. Whatcha doin here?" I leaned forward, letting the edge of the table and my forearms press up on my breasts. <br><br> He noticed. I could see his wheels turning as he tried to process how much of this was on purpose versus accidental. How many standard deviations...I coughed to get him to focus, "Oh, honestly?" He tugged at his collar comically, and not as a joke, "You're here pretty much every weekend? It's really admirable." <br><br> So he had been waiting for his opening. I mulled it over as I saw him faltering, worried he'd overreached, "Well, thanks! Yeah, gotta keep the grades up." <br><br> He nodded, swallowing, thankful that the silence had been broken, "Oh, I'm sure you do fine." He smiled, grateful for my attention despite the age difference. <br><br> "SHHHHH!" both of us ducked instinctively as if a firearm had gone off. I giggled and smiled with a little shrug, cleavage jiggling. I leaned closer, half out of my chair, "Guess we're being too loud." I whispered. <br><br> He leaned forward too, letting his hand take my wrist, "Should we take our loud selves somewhere else?" <br><br> I left my bag and work exactly where they were, moving off into the stacks with him, talking in hushed tones and giggles and up to the areas that weren't used much during the week and not at all during off-times like this. <br><br><br> We still kept quiet, fumbling around in the dark corners of the library, skirting work. Look. Spending this much time focused on work makes any opportunity look [[like gold|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<path>> ...or get a free tutor session. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <br><br> Pushing my work aside, "Yeah, too confusing for me. Whatcha doin here?" I leaned forward, letting the edge of the table and my forearms press up on my breasts. <br><br> He noticed. I could see his wheels turning as he tried to process how much of this was on purpose versus accidental. How many standard deviations...I coughed to get him to focus, "Oh, honestly?" He tugged at his collar comically, and not as a joke, "You're here pretty much every weekend? It's really admirable." <br><br> So he had been waiting for his opening. I mulled it over as I saw him faltering, worried he'd overreached, "Well, thanks! Yeah, gotta keep the grades up." <br><br> He nodded, swallowing, thankful that the silence had been broken, "Oh, I'm sure you do fine." He smiled, grateful for my attention despite the age difference. <br><br> "SHHHHH!" both of us ducked instinctively as if a firearm had gone off. Admonished, I leaned back and pulled the textbook in front of me, "Shit. Mind just like...helping me understand all this?" <br><br><br> He nodded, looking around with wide eyes, sliding around to beside me at the table. We kept quiet the rest of the afternoon and I made sure he got enough of a show to keep him grinning, while I improved my understanding of the material. He really knew [[his stuff|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'job'>> <<if $CC.makeIt == 1>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> /* IMAGE: Traffic */ Oh boy. Dodging traffic must have been in those terms and conditions. I had a near-miss every single time I set out on my bike. <br><br> Narrowly missing an opening door, or a car changing lanes, or just someone crossing the street and not paying attention, I was intimately familiar with the physics of me on a bicycle by the end of my first week. <br><br> I'm less sure about the protections or what I may have signed away when it came to my experience at the actual delivery. <br><br> "Uri" answered his door in...a robe would be generous. It was gaped, untied and I didn't stay long enough or inspect if his state was due to recent showering or simply comfort. I yelped, dropped his stuff on the doormat and took an about-face. <br><br> One of the weirdest encounters was when I picked up an assortment of sex toys and supplies from an adult store and when I arrived, a woman answered the door -- a sigh of relief, right? -- No. "Samantha" saw me and immediately asked if I wanted to join her and...never got the name of her partner. I politely said no and handed her the bag. <br><br> Delivery duty gave me a unique insight to what [['average' Americans were|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> I heard stories about what the store used to be: shirtless guys and scantily clad girl 'models' outside, inside, drawing in the eyes and shoppers. I mean, I doubt they were upset to have me on the floor, but there weren't those kinds of standards about what I wore. Hell, their catalog didn't even have the kind of thing they sold back then. <br><br> Instead, I showed up, folded clothes. Checked the changing rooms for left over articles and...folded them. Unpacked new shipments and! Folded. <br><br> It was inane. It was boring. There's only so much you can talk about with people on your shift. You'd make up stories about the people browsing the store. I even __hoped__ for people trying to get frisky in the back. <br><br> And then, wool fully over my eyes, boredom calcified into disassociation, my mind clicked on. Did...that stack look smaller than it had moments before? I clocked the person moving away from the display, getting into gear as I began to pursue. First, it was to confirm my suspicions, then it was to ensure they didn't bounce. <br><br> Out of the corner of their eye, they made me. I leapt. <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>>And like some football champion, I took them down by the ankles, their arms outstretched as if just a few more inches, getting their ill-gotten gains past the threshold meant they got to keep it. Not in my house, buddy.<<else>>I ate dirt. More like dust, but I smacked a belly-flop on the hardwood that put any pool dive to shame. My pride and tits throbbed as I watched them disappearing out the doors, klaxons blaring, but they had made good on their escape.<</if>> <br><br> Well, I didn't choose the job for the excitement, just [[easy pay|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 3>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> /* IMAGE: Restaurant */ Ida's was a pretty lazy spot and didn't prove to be too difficult to manage clientele. Yawn. But people always had to complicate things. <br><br> Let me be clear: men, dining, had to complicate things. You think it'd be simple, just take their order, bring it over, bring the check, next. Nope. It was a delicate balance of being available, but not //that// kind of available, or a ''hint'' of being available so they'd tip better. And then some would try and push the envelope. <br><br> Russell, regular and local...not __quite__ drunk...took a shine to me and began to ask for my section. His eyes would light up on my approach, and probably brighter when I was walking away. What began as a simple and normal dining experience became more conversational and I felt more trapped. <br><br> <div id = "serving"> I appreciated the attention (and tips) and <<link "gave him what he wanted">><<replace "#serving">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> First, it was a compliment of my jeans, then it was of my ass. Then he started coming in at the tail end of the shift, knowing I'd be less busy and be able to sit with him. I did. <br><br> I laughed at his jokes, tolerated his hand on me, and thankfully he never pushed the limits while I was working. The offers to come home with him were there, I had his number. He was relentless. <br><br> <</replace>><</link>>. I tried to <<link "tow the line">><<replace "#serving">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> "Oh, Russ!" was a typical refrain. A laugh at his dirty jokes, a playful eye-roll and a little nudge of his hand off my ass from time to time. And when he got too friendly and comfortable, I worked with the host to ensure maybe he didn't end up in my section for the next couple seatings. <br><br> He was a nice guy, and lonely. I wasn't going to dash his dreams, but I wasn't going to make them a reality. The industry was all masques and facades, I put on mine and played my part...it was like a far less involved version of escorting, I guess. <br><br> <</replace>><</link>> of acceptability without losing him. I <<link "involved Deb">><<replace "#serving">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->><<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value -->><<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> One time, he actually grabbed my ass. I smacked it, stormed off without a second thought and cornered Deb in the service station, "I am not dealing with this harassment." <br><br> Her Adam's apple visibly bounced, "Well...<<print $CC.name>>" <br><br> "No, Deb. You want me working here? I'm not a stripper." <br><br> The gears turned in her head, but I could see the thoughts -- I was her top earner, people liked me, he was __one__ customer -- she nodded and headed over to the table. He tried to play off the encounter as a story, then misunderstood, then, sheepishly, he relented. Deb waited on him from then on. <br><br> <</replace>><</link>> whenever needed. </div> Ida's was far from lazy when the night closed out. Restaurateurs know how to party. There was always an after-hours situation going on, or if Deborah wasn't around, drinks disappearing from behind the bar. <br><br> It was also highly 'incestuous' with pairings that happened after the debaucherous post-shift drinks, or sometimes...during them. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>>I may have had a few indiscretions, but it was fun and exciting.<<else>>I avoided any entanglements, just to keep things easier when I was working.<</if>> <br><br> It was the most unexpected part of [[working at Ida's|CC019 - HSVign3]] and the biggest added benefit. <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <div id = "host"> Ida's was a pretty lazy spot and didn't prove to be too difficult to manage incoming clients or who's server's turn it was to be seated. Yawn. But people always had to complicate things. <br><br> There was this regular, Thom, who insisted on 'his' spot, but I knew that Lydia would absolutely throw a fit. She was up on the rotation and she was the least flexible of any of the staff. <br><br> I smiled broadly at Thom as he stopped following me to make a bee-line towards the corner table. He couldn't see me, but I was fighting the urge to scream. <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 3>> Shuffling up beside him, I slid my arm through his, "Sir, let me get this table prepared for you -- my apologies that it wasn't ready right away." It wasn't dirty, but it hadn't fully been set. It seemed to be a good enough reason and he leaned against the edge of the booth, pulling out his phone while I had a moment to cut off Lydia. <br><br> In hushed tones, "I'll give you the next //two// tables, kay? It's Thom...you know how he is." I could tell she was fuming, her jaw working side to side as she considered the offer, "Three. He's not that good of a tipper anyway." She turned before I could counter...with two and a half? I'd make it work. <br><br> I returned, my wide smile as I gestured to the table, my other hand placing a breadbasket and olive oil on the table. He wordlessly sat. I sighed in relief, <<link "returning to the stand">><<replace "#host">> Ida's was far from lazy when the night closed out. Restaurateurs know how to party. There was always an after-hours situation going on, or if Deborah wasn't around, drinks disappearing from behind the bar. <br><br> It was also highly 'incestuous' with pairings that happened after the debaucherous post-shift drinks, or sometimes...during them. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>>I may have had a few indiscretions, but it was fun and exciting.<<else>>I avoided any entanglements, just to keep things easier when I was working.<</if>> <br><br> It was the most unexpected part of [[working at Ida's|CC019 - HSVign3]] and the biggest added benefit. <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> Interposing myself between him and the table, "Sir...how about...here..." moving slightly and gesturing to the nearest table in Lydia's section. He pulled out his phone and passed me, dropping into his booth, "This table needs bread and olive oil." <br><br> With gritted teeth, back tensed, I walked away to grab the final touches of the table setting. Lydia had already corralled Deb. "She's doing it //again//, Deborah. She never seats us in the right order. It's her //job//, her //only// job." <br><br> Deborah reached out before I could pass on my way to get the bread and I was brought right into the scuffle: "<<print $CC.name>>--" <br><br> "I'm s-sorry, but, it's Thom, you know how he is." <br><br> Lydia stared down Deb, arms crossed, "This is your last strike. Don't make me tell you again." She released my arm with a flick of her wrist. Anger dissipated from Lydia and swelled within me. I'd have to figure out a way to <<link "make this work">><<replace "#host">> Ida's was far from lazy when the night closed out. Restaurateurs know how to party. There was always an after-hours situation going on, or if Deborah wasn't around, drinks disappearing from behind the bar. <br><br> It was also highly 'incestuous' with pairings that happened after the debaucherous post-shift drinks, or sometimes...during them. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>>I may have had a few indiscretions, but it was fun and exciting.<<else>>I avoided any entanglements, just to keep things easier when I was working.<</if>> <br><br> It was the most unexpected part of [[working at Ida's|CC019 - HSVign3]] and the biggest added benefit. <</replace>><</link>>, because I wasn't about to get fired. <</if>> </div> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'gym'>> <<outfit gym>> <<backdrop "cc.gym.png">> <<set $CC.gymScore = ($Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value - $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value)>> The club was led by a Ukranian, Coach Vovk. And he pushed us hard. <br><br><br> There was a moment when I didn't land a round off and he came at me: "Don't you want to win?" <br><br> I snapped back, "No." The rage was both from embarrassment at being called out in front of everyone but also at myself for not hitting the mark. <br><br> The look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. I was about to be cut. "I...I didn't mean that. I just...I'm not good enough. Clearly." <br><br> He looked down. The air was saturated with the tension and sweat. He took a step forward and pulled me close, clutching me against him, "Not with that thinking, you won't be." His thick Ukranian accent made it even more endearing. <br><br><br> So, I tried [[harder|CC019 - HSVign3]]. <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'cheer'>> <<outfit HScheer>> Tuesday was the sideline. <<if $CC.height lt 0>>It became clear that my height made me perfect to be a flyer<<set $CC.makeIt ++>><</if>>. Wednesday was the cheer. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("charm")>>I loved seeing the beaming smiles from the bleachers each time I took my turn<<set $CC.makeIt ++>>.<</if>> Thursday was the dance. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>>There were comments about how my lines were incredible thanks to my lithe legs.<<set $CC.makeIt ++>><</if>> <br><br> It was three hours each night. It was grueling. We were quizzed on the members of the football, basketball and wrestling teams. I could only imagine how hard actually being a part of the team would be. Some girls were dropping out. <br><br> Once again, I considered [[dropping out|HS000 - Testing]]. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>>I could tell I was bristling the girls with how I reacted to direction and guidance.<<set $CC.makeIt -->><</if>> <br><br> Friday was the competition in front of the squad and Coach LeTourneau. <br><br> In my free time, I could only concentrate my efforts on: <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt += 2]] $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>> My tumbling <<path [[CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt ++]] $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value lte 0>> My tumbling <<path [[CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt += 2]] $dancing gt 0>> The dance <<path [[CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt ++]] $dancing lte 0>> The dance <<path [[CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt += 2]] $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> The sideline <<path [[CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt ++]] $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 0>> The sideline <<path [[CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt += 2]] $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> The cheer <<path [[CC019 - HSVign3][$CC.makeIt ++]] $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value lte 3>> The cheer <</crossroads>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'barn'>> <<if $CC.attemptBig == true>> /* IMAGE: Bonfire Party */ <<image framed "cc.barn3.png">> <<backdrop "cc.barn3.png">> <<set $barnsuccess = ($CC.FFdrink + $CC.FFdrugs + $CC.FFlocation + $CC.FFmusic + $CC.FFpeople + $CC.FFsurprise)>> <<if $CC.FFpeople == 1>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<print $CC.FFName>> was doing their work with a fun little clipboard and wearing a t-shirt I had screen printed with "Fire Festival" on it. I watched them weaving through the clustered group. There were definitely people there I hadn't invited, but...manageable. I kinda felt like a succubus, I could feel their anticipation and excitement and I was feeding on it. <<else>> <<print $CC.FFName>> was doing their work with a fun little clipboard and wearing a t-shirt I had screen printed with "Fire Festival" on it. I watched them weaving through the mass of people waiting. Shit. I saw far more faces that I __didn't__ invite than I did. Popularity is great and all, but if //everyone// showed, where was the FOMO? <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.FFsurprise == 1>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> The first drop had an energy of 'thanks, glad we can get on with it' -- even though there was literal alcohol waiting for them. I was on edge, watching the energy dissipating into the night as, essentially, people milled around and drank in the middle of a forest.<br><br>Then, it all changed.<br><br>It dropped. The music lifted and everyone turned, stunned to the lights kicking on alongside the creek. It ''worked''. <<else>> People made their way down towards the booze, drinking and chatting each other up. I felt the energy dissipating into the evening, trying to will the music to begin, to distract from this just being a bunch of people hanging out in the woods. <</if>> <<if $CC.FFlocation == 1>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> It was like a magnet -- people surged into the flat creekbed, beginning to move and find partners. It was like a natural dance floor, and I had thanked nature in turn by doing a little cleanup. <<else>> People were trying to find where to dance, some finding purchase on the parts of the creekbed that I had cleared. The rest didn't want to risk it and dealt with being jostled by the bar, fighting for space with trees, or just being too far away from the music to really get into it. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.FFmusic == 1>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> And Hot Tub Ska Machine was //killing// it. I had seen them in a seedy bar, but giving them space like this and full license, I wished I could sign them on the spot. Even Ethan who swore he hated ska was trying to skank. <<else>> <<print $CC.FFName>> had technical issues, and probably wasn't helped by having to dual-role as bouncer and check-in. Shit. I hadn't thought of that. By and large people were enjoying themselves, but there were pockets where the song choice didn't land with the audience or the pacing was off. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.FFdrink == 1>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> I could feel everyone loosening up, getting into the Fire Festival as the alcohol had the desired affect. Some people were definitely testing the limits of my supply, but they eventually culled themselves to go puke off in the woods. <<else>> People were definitely loosening up, getting into the festivities. I had to catch myself from being a buzzkill, though, gritting my teeth as someone would go up for another drink before being done with theirs, or leaving one unfinished. I was going to run out. And so would the fun, instantly. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.FFdrugs == 1>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value -->> Damian was probably having a banner night. He gave me a wink after the first half hour, heading off to get more product. I was floored, people were trying things for the first time tonight, and everyone was smiling and laughing, losing themselves. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $barnsuccess == 5>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>><<set $CC.memories.push("FireFest")>> I think half the school called out the next day. I know I did. That night had given me massive social capital and had added another name to the list of iconic events. <<elseif $barnsuccess gte 3>> Yes! Oh that was a rush. Not exactly what I had planned out, but the sketching of what it could be was there and everyone had a good time. Maybe not a monumental success, but I had thrown a fun party. <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->> Well, that had not gone how I had imagined it. Far from the fantasies I had been daydreaming in class or crowding my mind at night. Shit. Well, at least some people had fun, just certainly wasn't worth all that fucking effort. <</if>> <br><br> I said [[goodbye|HS000 - Testing]] to my little Fire Festival, at least for the time being. <</if>> <<if $CC.attempt == true>> <<if $CC.chellaDetect == true || $CC.chellaDirect == true || $CC.chellaSneak == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> <a class="border img"><img src="img/Coppicechella.png"></a> Walking in to the manicured group of oaks I was at a loss at to why this was special, even seeing the lights pulsing ahead and feeling the energy of the people already convened. It was just a party in some trees. <br><br> Oh. Ohhh. Now I got it. It really did have the feel of a small-town Coachella. Tents dotted the space between the trees even though this was a one-night event. Over the years -- it couldn't have been from day one, right? -- a full-on stage had been erected at the treeline. And while there was no ferris wheel, there were discarded ferris seats scattered throughout the copse as little seating areas. I didn't want to think about how many hookups had happened in them throughout the years. <br><br> "Welcome to Coppice-chella!" The crowd erupted. I couldn't help but cheer, vibrating in excitement. I pressed forward to the stage, "First up, we've got an up and coming band from not too far away, let's welcome Hot Tub Ska Machine!" <br><br> They were fucking fantastic. I skanked my heart out, despite my dress. Everyone was blissed out, drunk, high, on things or just on the music and it was infectious. No one cared, they just wanted to enjoy themselves. <br><br> Ska Machine stepped off the stage to raucous applause and the next band stepped on. The bands played on and I definitely [[didn't go to school|HS000 - Testing]] the next day. <<else>> I wasn't going to get in. <br><br> I <<if $CC.spoiled == true>>screamed and stamped in the dirt by the frontage, grabbing the fence and shaking it. Chet laughed and waved me off<<else>>bristled, about to try again but Chet saved me off, barely even lifting his eyes<</if>>. I could hear the thumping noise from my bed, curled up alone. I couldn't fall asleep as the lights played across the clouds and sky. It was a bad night. <br><br> I heard that Ava was one of the few 'chosen ones' that year. And the stories that came from her expanded the mythology of Coppice-chella, and I'd [[never know|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value --]] first hand. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'act'>> <<if $CC.actPath == 1>> /* IMAGE: Casting Couch */ <<set $CC.HSBC += 3>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value += 2>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> I was overwhelmed. The casting couch wasn't a myth. It also didn't seem to be a rare aspect of the business. I wondered if maybe I should have had a chaperone around, but I also felt the pressure and the opportunity constantly. I tried to balance everything and manage expectations as best I could. I tried to sus out the truth from these guys in these offices. <br><br> It wasn't for naught, though. Through it all I managed a 'day player' on a procedural drama. I literally lost my shit when it turned into a small recurring arc. This business really did work the way people said it did. But it worked. <br><br> Being on set was exhilarating. It was crazy to be alongside such big-name actors and get to know them as just...normal people. And they were //so// nice. Whoever said that famous people were pretentious needs to get over themselves. <br><br> I made sure to soak it all up and also not press too hard. Didn't want to blow any other opportunity that might come my way from this. <br><br> Everyone was more than happy to help and made sure I hit my mark, kept the proper eyeline, and effectively delivered my scene. <br><br> I was the detective's main source on a 'white slavery' case<<if $Body.skin == "black" || $Body.skin == "golden">>, which I found hilarious,<</if>> and over the arc had to continue being undercover to help unearth who was really behind it all. <br><br> An absolutely insane experience, some fantastic paychecks, and also some contacts that I wasn't sure if they would ever [[pan out|HS000 - Testing]], but I felt like I needed to keep them warm. <<elseif $CC.actPath == 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value += 2>> We worked on Shepard, some scenes from Deadwood, and Tombstone. Eventually, I got him out of his comfort zone and was able to bring in my own ideas and scenes. <br><br> Working with the camera. Improving my vocal technique. Some stagecraft like props and blocking. But really, he helped me understand my own 'method'. <br><br> My afternoons with Jessup left me feeling confident in my ability -- whether or not I used it [[ever again|HS000 - Testing]]. <<elseif $CC.actPath == 3>> /* IMAGE: TV Set */ <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> Being on set was exhilarating. It was crazy to be alongside such big-name actors and get to know them as just...normal people. And they were //so// nice. Whoever said that famous people were pretentious needs to get over themselves. <br><br> I made sure to soak it all up and also not press too hard. Didn't want to blow any other opportunity that might come my way from this. <br><br> Everyone was more than happy to help and made sure I hit my mark, kept the proper eyeline, and effectively delivered my scene. Well, I was //in// the scene. <br><br> A couple of lines, but I was on camera as the detectives asked me and a couple other girls questions. We had been 'trafficked' and they were after the perps. <br><br> An absolutely insane experience, a good paycheck, and learned some things I never thought mattered. Man, making TV and film is [[complicated|HS000 - Testing]]! <<elseif $CC.actPath == 4>><<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> I had put my heart and soul out there and gotten crushed. One of the many who tried every day, every year. But at least I could say that [[I tried|HS000 - Testing]]. <<else>> <<outfit juliet>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> Kissing 'Romeo' throughout rehearsal was a kick. He was some plumber's son and going to technical college. But he was cute. It was a ''lot'' of kissing. <br><br> He didn't mind. I didn't mind. Sometimes we rehearsed outside of rehearsal. <br><br> Otherwise, the whole thing was such a kick. I felt center stage and super important. The applause was surprisingly emphatic for our couple of performances. <br><br> As I said goodbye to the auditorium's green room on closing night, I wondered if catching the acting bug like this would be a good thing or a bad thing. [[It was fun, though|HS000 - Testing]].<</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'beach'>> It's a big beach. There's anywhere from a few hundred to a thousand plus people a day -- especially weekends. I never ran into anyone from school. So, there's never really any fear of those awkward teen moments you see in movies. <br><br> I did my rounds. I slept on the rickety tower of shame. I put in my hours and, then, I would leave. Hey now. I was dedicated for the full eight hours...minus my lunch. <br><br> Days just went by and shit remained uncharacteristically normal. Yay for tediousness. <br><br> Wait. Someone was...coming up to me? <br><br> As they got nearer...Oh fuck...I //knew// them. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>Roger, one of the hottest guys<<else>>Amanda, one of the hottest girls<</if>> from school. Fuckity fuck fuck. <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> Of all the rickety lifeguard shacks on this sprawling beach <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>Roger<<else>>Amanda<</if>> just had to walk up. Checking my skin -- scaly -- I hadn't been in the water. Shit. <br><br> A fresh coat of SPF 25 made my skin glisten. <br><br> "Uhh hi, is there something I can help you with, cutie?" I leaned against the railing trying to present my body at that model angle. My red bathing suit taut on my curves. <br><br> <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>Roger<<else>>Amanda<</if>> stopped just below the railing staring up at me. The sunlight made them shine in the afternoon light. <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> kicked a little sand in front of <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>. "I, uhh, heh, came cause there was an issue...yeah." <br><br> "Well that's what I am here for //cutie//." Twice? Ugh, where's my game? Outwardly, I was solid. Inwardly: chaos. <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>His<<else>>Her<</if>> eyes were on my form as I watched <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> eye me from head to toe. "Uhh, you need to put a bush...err, ''brush'' of paint on that shack, heh." <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> shook <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>His<<else>>Her<</if>> head at <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>His<<else>>Her<</if>> stupidity. "I got sidetracked. There's some guys lighting fireworks near the bush--err I mean, brush by the dunes. It'll start a fire!" <br><br> "Oh no. That ''is'' a problem. That protected ground. I'll get on it right away." <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> Having my crush there and <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> seemed more timid than I was, I figured, what the hell. "Before that, though...you like what you saw just now? Is that why you stumbled through the...bush twice?" <br><br> "Well I...uhhh." <br><br> "It's okay...hehe. I leave it natural because when my partner ''gets it''...if they have no problem with it, then we have no problem." <br><br> I brushed some of the curls along my bikini line for effect. "This a problem for you?" <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> gulped, "Nuh-no." <br><br> I let <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>>r sweat it for a second, then: "GOOD," I cheered. "Maybe you could take me out sometime and make up for your...Bush-lunder, hehe." <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> smiled and nodded. [[Cool|HS000 - Testing]]. <<else>> My crush being there looking all timid was somewhat of a shock. ''<<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>>'' was the hot one. <br><br> I took advantage of the momentary superiority: "I'm not dumb. I'll have you know a womanscape is her business." <br><br> "Well I...uhhh, sorry." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> looked down dejected. <br><br> "It's okay. I'm just playing with you, silly. How about take me out sometime? Call it B-ush-alanced?" <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> smiled and nodded. [[Cool|HS000 - Testing]]. <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> came up to just below the railing of shack, smiling cutely and giving __super__ cute. The sunlight framed <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>>r body giving <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>>r spotlight silhouette. <br><br> Shuffling <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>>r toes in the sand, "Uhhh, <<print $CC.name>>, I think there is an issue you need to go deal with right away." <br><br> "What's the issue, cutie?" A strong facade while insides were screaming. <br><br> As if being sized up, <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>His<<else>>Her<</if>> eyes scoured my mostly exposed flesh. "There's some guys playing with fireworks near the dunes. It's likely to start a fire." <br><br> "Oh shit. That is a serious problem. Those plants are protected. I'll take care of it. Thanks for letting me know, hehe." I couldn't help but giggle, my attraction [[winning out|HS000 - Testing]]. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> It was empowering, seeing my crush somewhat shy around me. So I went for it. <br><br> "You know...you //could// have taken a picture. It would have lasted longer," I framed my body like a model on the Price is Right. <br><br> "...damn, I'm sorry." <br><br> "It's no biggie. Just the body I was born with, ya know." I hefted my <<print $Body.tits>> breasts to tease <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> more. <br><br> "Yuh -- yeah, true. Heh," <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> scratched <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>His<<else>>Her<</if>> neck. <br><br> "Say, why don't you take me out and you might just get to see what's hiding under this bathing suit." I pretended to take a strap off my shoulder. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> [[grinned|HS000 - Testing]]. <<else>> <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>Roger<<else>>Amanda<</if>> was literally standing near me looking all demure. I couldn't believe it. <br><br> "It's impolite to undress a lady with your eyes, ya know. You should be ashamed," I wagged a finger for effect. <br><br> "Damn it. I'm sorry. That was rude." <br><br> "You should be. It's okay. Make it up to me by taking me out sometime." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> [[grinned|HS000 - Testing]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> Just my fucking luck. There's at least //ten// other lifeguard shacks within a short distance and they have to amble up to my dilapidated hut. Lucky for me, I didn't have matted hair from swimming in the ocean. <br><br> A good lather of SPF 25 was still lingering on my skin, so I had a good glow. Oops. Still streaky. Damn it. <br><br> "Uhhh, hey there...friend. What's the problem?" I awkwardly leaned against the railing trying to present my better side...did I do it right? It felt awkward. <br><br> <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">> Just below me there stood <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>Roger<<else>>Amanda<</if>> smiling up at me with <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>His<<else>>Her<</if>> charming face. The sun behind <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> making <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> more beautiful than ever. <br><br> They gave me quick up-and-down before quickly pointing back and off to the right, "Your stand needs a good Bushing--err brushing of paint." Realizing <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>His<<else>>Her<</if>> mistake <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> continued anyway. "There's some guys blowing up fireworks near that big Bush--err brush. It's dangerous. Can you take care of it?" <br><br> Slightly fuming now, "Yeah. I can take care of the ''bush''. It's a protected area." <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> My crush did notice my crotch region. Well, at least I caught their eye somehow. <br><br> "There could be fire to put out in //my// bush later if you want, hehe." <br><br> "Yeah...well, hmmm. I would. For sure, but my <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>girlfriend<<else>>boyfriend<</if>> may not like that. Sorry." <br><br> That came as a little bit of surprise. "Ok then, your loss." They walked off. I jumped down to stop [[the fire|HS000 - Testing]]. Ours was already quenched. <<else>> <br><br> Not but a few feet away my crush stood below me at my stand. It blew me away. <br><br> "A lesson in manners: Don't stare at a lady and then comment about her body. Got it?" <br><br> "Yeah...you're right. Sorry." <br><br> "You can make it up to me by taking me out," I smiled. <br><br> "My <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>girlfriend<<else>>boyfriend<</if>> may not like that. Sorry. You're nice and all." [[Ouch|HS000 - Testing]]. <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> Walking up was the vision of of beauty, right below me in the sand. Of course, the sun behind <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> gave <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> this otherworldly beauty. <br><br> Right to the point, <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>Roger<<else>>Amanda<</if>> didn't play coy. I did notice a quick glance at my body. "There's some guys playing with fireworks and blowing stuff up by the dunes. It's dangerous. Can you go take care of it?" <br><br> "Damn it. Those fucking guys. Yeah, I'll get it taken care of right away." I grabbed my radio. "Charlie. We got a code 27 on the dunes." <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>>My crush being so close, I felt like I //had// to try. <br><br> "I couldn't help but notice you, noticing me." <br><br> "Eeek, sorry about that." <br><br> "I don't mind you lookin', but if you want the real show...you should take me out." <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> shrugged. "I am not sure my <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>girlfriend<<else>>boyfriend<</if>> would like that. Sorry." <br><br> "No biggie." It was a [[biggie|HS000 - Testing]]. <<else>> <br><br> The one I had my eye on, <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>Roger<<else>>Amanda<</if>> stood below me looking __good__. The sun's rays streaming behind <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> picturesque. <br><br> "My eyes are up here. Don't ''objectify'' me." <br><br> "Yeah, yeah. Sorry." <br><br> "It's fine. Perhaps we should hang out and you could make it up to me, maybe." <br><br> "Ehhhh...My <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>girlfriend<<else>>boyfriend<</if>> wouldn't like that. Again [[sorry|HS000 - Testing]]." <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> I ducked away in shame. Maybe they didn't see me. I locked the door. Closed the blinds. Still. They'd go away eventually. Hoped no one was [[drowning|HS000 - Testing]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'club'>> <<if $CC.makeIt == 1>> /* IMAGE: Blazing Morning Sun */ <<outfit naked>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<addBody "Unknown rando that ended my Legendary tour" M>> I don't remember if I screamed, but my brain did. I felt like a vampire as the morning sun seared my eyes. I turned away, clutching sheets...these weren't my sheets. <br><br> They were sticking to me too. <br><br> Clenching my eyes I slid out of the bed. Carefully, because everything hurt. I stumbled around for my dress...found it. I pulled it over my naked body as I took in the bare back of some guy. <br><br> My inner thighs were tacky, and a quick finger check: yep, pussy smelled heavily of bleach. <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>Fuuuuck. Kay. Too late. Deal with that later.<<else>>Happy that I was safe, I just hoped I didn't catch anything.<</if>> <br><br> I grabbed my heels and slid out of the basement apartment and found myself looking at the city. I was in fucking [[Jersey City|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Social'].value --]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 2>> /* IMAGE: Getting a tat */ /* IMAGE: Inset of tattoo behind ear */ Lit. tle. Sistahhh. I maaaade it. <br><br> We were exhausted, and we'd lost Lexi along the way -- even Ava was showing it. <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>>I moved without the tell-tale signs, holding up better than any of them. <</if>>We clambered inside the bougie lounge, getting eye rolls from the buttoned up suits and ties, because we definitely looked the part of partiers. And if it weren't for Ava's pass, a bouncer certainly would have ejected me for fear that I'd eject on someone. <br><br> I dropped into the lounge at the back, eager for its embrace as the Legendaries looked me over. One corrected the hem of my skirt. The rest began talking to Ava and <<print $CC.FName>> about the night's tales, especially how I ended up...this way. <br><br> There's a vague recollection of them deciding whether or not I deserved the final right, but Della insisted and helped carry me to the nearby parlor for the final initiation: tattooing "Legendary" behind our [[right ears|HS000 - Testing][$CC.traits.push("Tats"); $Body.tattoos.push("Right Ear"); $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 3>> /* IMAGE: Blazing Morning Sun */ <<outfit naked>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<addBody "Adonis" M "Adonis that ended my Legendary tour">> The morning sun seared my eyes. I turned away, clutching the sheets. Fuck. I didn't make it to the end of the tour. <br><br> My insides felt sore, my body felt relaxed, and my mind replayed the memories of the events of the previous...morning. Well, my needs were satisfied and the gentle rise and fall of the muscular back beside me hinted of his satisfaction as well. <br><br> I grabbed my heels, found my dress and checked on his side of the bed: Condom, check. Cool. Good good. I double checked with my fingers and was pretty sure that all I felt was me. I tasted it. Yep, just me. <br><br> I took the elevator down and hailed a cab. I didn't complete the tour and would certainly get roasted for this, but I had a [[fun night|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Social'].value --]]. <<else>> /* IMAGE: Getting a tat */ /* IMAGE: Inset of tattoo behind ear */ Little Sister. Last stop. Holy fuck, we made it. <br><br> We were exhausted, Lexi was flagging, even Ava was showing it. <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>>I moved without the tell-tale signs, holding up better than any of them. <</if>>We clambered inside the bougie lounge, getting eye rolls from the buttoned up suits and ties, because we definitely looked the part of partiers. <br><br> Thankfully, there was a lounge set aside by the last group of Legendaries. Butterflies tickled the insides of my ribcage as we plopped down beside them. They nodded, impressed and bought us a round. <br><br> We regaled them with tales of the evening and then led us to a nearby parlor for the final initiation: tattooing "Legendary" behind our [[right ears|HS000 - Testing][$CC.traits.push("Tats"); $Body.tattoos.push("Right Ear"); $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'dance'>> <<outfit dance>> <<backdrop "cc.dance.png">> <<if $CC.makeIt == 1>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("fit")>> <</if>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("legs")>> <</if>> It came to me slowly, like pulling gently at threads of a memory until it came to the forefront of your mind. And then the fluidity returned to my limbs, my positions became more exact, my actions more precise. <br><br> Couldn't come near the girls who had been doing it for ages, but I narrowed the gap substantially and received even a nod from Evelyn, my instructor. Not sure if it was being impressed or that I was present. <br><br> As we wrapped for the season, I reflected and, passing by my trusty room mirror I also saw my reflection -- if my body wasn't different now, more of a ballerina's form, I'll be damned -- <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>>those lithe and elegant legs,<</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>>that extreme tightness and toning to my muscles,<</if>> so I guess it had [[perks|HS000 - Testing]] beyond higher jumps. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> Popping and locking, the right purse of the lips, the right energy in the eyes. All the pieces of the new puzzle came to me, locking into place as my isolations got more refined and my hips worked differently in their sockets. <br><br> It was also a relief to be able to wear whatever you wanted to class and for what I learned to have just a ''bit'' more applicability to a more daily use-case. <br><br> As we wrapped the session of classes, I felt more at home in my body and with a bit more versatility to the way I [[could move|HS000 - Testing]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 3>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> Everything came down to rhythm. There wasn't too much variation in what was moving or how far, but your timing had to be great to make this look effortless and good. Funny how much work it was to make it look like no work. <br><br> And goddamn if it wasn't nice to have a 'lead'. The partnership in the dances was something I missed in the more solitary ballet performing. And here, you could essentially wear what you wanted which was nice. <br><br> As we wrapped the session of classes, I felt not only more connected to my body and how I could move, but also developed some friendships and connection to the others in my class. This was a far more social version of [[dancing|HS000 - Testing]]. <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> There was something calming and peaceful about performing a piece. Perfecting it was rigorous and the execution was exacting, but as it coalesced in form first in each individual and then as the group, it felt transcendent. <br><br> It also felt more 'now' and at home than ballet. Like the natural evolution of what I had been taught originally. <br><br> As we wrapped the session of classes, I welcomed the massive versatility that contemporary dance had brought into [[my repertoire|HS000 - Testing]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'vandal'>> /* IMAGE: The Cow */ So, my school has a mascot of sorts. That it's a cow shows just how uninspired these people are. And, well, there's a tradition amongst the kids more like me -- something had to happen to Sue. Now it was my turn. <br><br> <div id = "cow"> There was the tried and true <<link "theft">><<replace "#cow">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy. Raymond had a massive truck, which would make the transportation simple, but it was garishly red. The cow, also: massive. And this wasn't some brilliant, unique idea. Sue had been stolen before and so the district actually assigned more money to monitoring her than the safety of the students. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0>> I took it upon myself to solve the last problem. I kept tabs on Mitchell and on the night, I knew exactly when to 'need help getting inside.' <br><br> "Oh, uh hey, Mitchell." <br><br> "Mhmmm...<<print $CC.surname>>" <br><br> "Could you help me? I have a test tomorrow and I left my book in my locker. I really need to grab it and my notes." I bit my lower lip, flashing as puppy-dog <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes as I could. <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes") || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> "Well...o-okay little lady. Just this once." I nodded and did a little leprechaun jump as I followed behind Mitchell, leaving Allie and Raymond to move in. <br><br> Pelting my way out the other side of the school and back around to the truck, I was nearly breathless when I met up with the two of them, also huffing as they tried to move a massive bovine into the attached trailer. Who woulda thought: tough to just push a cow. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3>> "Guys..." I shook my head, disappointed. It took them a few moments of me waving her pail in front of her face and seeing her ambling forward into the trailer before they understood the idea of literal carrot versus stick. <br><br> And then we were off. Sue in tow. <br><br> It was a little bit of a game at school as the kids tried to sus us out. Eventually we let them know, because we wanted the cred, of course. <br><br> They said they found her and returned her within the week, but I believe Sue is still out in Harv's fields to this day, if her markings are [[any indication|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++]]. <<else>> And...thats how we were found by Mitchell, returning to his duties and proud to be escorting ne'er-do-wells off property. We received [[detention the next couple weeks|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value --; $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++]] <</if>> <<else>> "Sorry, duty's duty, ya know?" He shook his head forlornly. "Best of luck tomorrow, though, little lady." He tipped his hat, as if he were John Wayne, sauntering off on his rounds. I made a mental note to work on my helpless woman act as I headed back to Raymond and Allie, shrugging as they waved at me like 'WTF!' <br><br> We had little other option but to wait for his bathroom break. Raymond idled the truck up to Sue, who lowed in a way that made me wonder if she knew what was coming. <br><br> Behind her and getting a full nose of her recent meals, we pushed, pressed and prodded to get her into the attached trailer we had...borrowed...but who woulda known it'd be difficult to move a bovine like this. <br><br> Soon, we were cow-less and heading home, defeated. Mitchell had chased us off and we received [[detention the next couple weeks|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value --; $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> Pelting my way out the other side of the school and back around to the truck, I was nearly breathless when I met up with the two of them, also huffing as they tried to move a massive bovine into the attached trailer. Who woulda thought: tough to just push a cow. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3>> "Guys..." I shook my head, disappointed. It took them a few moments of me waving her pail in front of her face and seeing her ambling forward into the trailer before they understood the idea of literal carrot versus stick. <br><br> And then we were off. Sue in tow. <br><br> It was a little bit of a game at school as the kids tried to sus us out. Eventually we let them know, because we wanted the cred, of course. <br><br> They said they found her and returned her within the week, but I believe Sue is still out in Harv's fields to this day, if her markings are [[any indication|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++]]. <<else>> And...thats how we were found by Mitchell, returning to his duties and proud to be escorting ne'er-do-wells off property. We received [[detention the next couple weeks|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value --; $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++]] <</if>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <br> Sending a <<link "message to the man">><<replace "#cow">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> Sue was paraded around at school events, usually in some half-assed attempt at a pun or some extended metaphor that never landed with us. <br><br> I thought there might be a better, more direct use of her at the upcoming convocation. So, the night before, I snuck out of the house and headed to the field where they kept Sue. <br><br> Sue had been stolen before, so the district actually assigned more money to monitoring her than the safety of the students. <br><br> I had considered a few methods of maneuvering Mitchell away, but the risk was too great so I decided upon timing his routine. I lay in wait, watching him wander aimlessly, making money for doing nothing except stand in a field. <br><br> As soon as he turned his back, I sprinted across the field and up to the cow, paintbrush and bucket in hand. She lowed and I wondered if she was trying to say, "Oh, please don't..." <br><br> "Sorry, girl." The top of the bucket popped off and I dipped the brush, beginning work. It was difficult, given I didn't want them noticing and cleaning it off in time, so I had to do my best to remember my strokes and watch the glisten. <br><br> Before Mitchell was back, I was off, heading home and preparing part two: <<linkexpand "Black Light">> /* IMAGE: The Cow - Blacklight message! */ Surreptitiously planting black lights in a venue like our gym was no easy feat. It took multiple passes, checks, and a few skipped classes, but I think I had hidden the power cords and bulbs enough -- but not too much. <br><br> Convocation started and the requisite cheers and rah-rah happened before Headmaster Suarez came out, waving his best Nixon, leading Sue begrudgingly behind him. <br><br> "Thank you! Thank you! Next week is Sadie Hawkins, so I hope you all have -- what's that, Sue?" Suarez bent down as if Sue was whispering to him. Now. <br><br> I hit the switch and before he could land a punchline, the school erupted in laughter as "Call PETA" in bright purple rippled across her fur. <br><br> Suarez turned every shade of red. He jerked upright like someone had shoved a rod up his ass. Quickly, he grabbed her reins and tried to pull her out of the gym -- as fast as a ton of cow would move. <br><br> A second bout of laughter: "PLEASE! <3 <<print $CC.name>>" on the other side. <br><br> It was worth the [[detention|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++; $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++]]. <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> was always an option. <br><br> And the sweet and simple: <<link "tipping">><<replace "#cow">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value -->> It wasn't going to be easy. Sue was massive. And this wasn't some brilliant, unique idea. Sue had been stolen before, so the district actually assigned more money to monitoring her than the safety of the students. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0>> I took it upon myself to solve the last problem. I kept tabs on Mitchell and on the night, I knew exactly when to 'need help getting inside.' <br><br> "Oh, uh hey, Mitchell." <br><br> "Mhmmm...<<print $CC.surname>>" <br><br> "Could you help me? I have a test tomorrow and I left my book in my locker. I really need to grab it and my notes." I bit my lower lip, flashing as puppy-dog <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes as I could. <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes") || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> "Well...o-okay little lady. Just this once." I nodded and did a little leprechaun jump as I followed behind Mitchell, leaving Allie and Raymond to move in. <<else>> "Sorry, duty's duty, ya know?" He shook his head forlornly. "Best of luck tomorrow, though, little lady." He tipped his hat, as if he were John Wayne, sauntering off on his rounds. I made a mental note to work on my helpless woman act as I headed back to Raymond and Allie, shrugging as they waved at me like 'WTF!' <br><br> We had little other option but to wait for his bathroom break. We slid out of Raymond's truck and snuck over to Sue, who lowed in a way that made me wonder if she knew what was coming. The three of us leaned into her and the heft of the heifer. <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> Pelting my way out the other side of the school and back around to the truck, I was nearly breathless when I met up with the two of them, also huffing as they tried to move a massive bovine into the attached trailer. Who woulda thought: tough to just push a cow. <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> We rocked against her, feet planted as best we could. We gave her shoulders and a good count and there she went. A long, deep moo came from her as she toppled, simply not designed against an attack from the flanks. <br><br> The ground shuddered as she dropped and we scrambled back to Raymond's truck. We high-fived and crowed out the windows as we sped through the town. <br><br> While we had assumed it was just a small mischief we were making, it turned out to have had far broader consequences than we expected. Sue was dead. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>>I didn't care who knew it, I didn't care what people thought. I wanted people to [[know what I did|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++]].<<else>>A few people found out, but we mostly kept [[it to ourselves|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++]].<</if>> <<else>> We rocked against her, feet planted as best we could. We gave her shoulders, but our count was off and we heard Mitchell yelling. We scrambled, I fell in a mudpie. <br><br> Sue stayed standing and I stayed in the back of the trailer as we [[sped away|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'helper'>> One Saturday, there was a neighborhood garage sale. We donated a few boxes of things to be sold. Luckily, it was a mild and warm sunny day so it wouldn't be too unbearable for a late morning start. <br><br> I never understood why these were still a thing. Ebay and...well, the internet...would have made all of it easier and less sweaty, but, I guess for some it felt better to be selling to those next door. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> I knew I was supposed to try to be the good "neighbor" and all but meh, there are other more fun things to do than be around pretentious people buying used-up crap. <br><br> I ditched out at the [[earliest opportunity|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value --]]. <<else>> It was my duty to help out our fellow neighbors. Not only for the Mr. Rogers' element; you never knew when having people who liked you nearby could help you or your family. <br><br> Hefting our family' boxes for sale, I walked up to the head lady: Ms. Z. <br><br> "Oh hey, <<print $CC.name>>. Thank you so much!" <br><br> "No biggie Ms. Z." I smiled, having nowhere else important to be, I set to work the tables, pricing and just keeping eyes on all the randos that walked up.<br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a young kid snag something...probably one of those Garbage Pail Kids cards...and pocket it. <br><br> I didn't immediately react, I was too far and they could jet. Carefully, I stalked a little closer as the bugger put on a cool facade, pretending to browse. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 0>>I kept a couple paces back, avoiding eye contact with the perp. I matched his 'make-believe,' shifting items on the table as I made my careful approach. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> But...did he steal something? He seemed like he was behaving now and I don't think I had been made. Maybe it was a trick of my eyes. I certainly didn't want to make a scene. It wasn't my [[stuff anyway|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++]]. <br><br> <<else>> I couldn't let the kid out of my sight. I kept pace on him incase he was a runner. I saw him pocket another item so it was time to pounce. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>> I covered the ground quickly, pulling up in front of him in a shot, "Hey kid. Whatcha got there?” He balked, I leaned in, “You need to pay for those." <br><br> "W-where'd you come from? I didn't take crap," the kid tried to back away. My reaction had alerted the other adults. He could feel the attention. <br><br> "Empty your pockets, kid. If they're empty, then it's my bad. Otherwise, we call the //cops// so you can learn a lesson." <br><br> "I--I don't want any trouble. Suh-suh-sorry. I just liked them. Here? See?" the kid turned out his shorts and the two trinkets appeared. <br><br> "Stealing is not the right way of getting things you want. This stuff is someone else's. If you wanted, it you could have tried to negotiate and trade for it. <br><br> I won't call the cops since you were honest. So. You can either leave it behind or find the owner and work out a trade." <br><br> "Tha-thanks." He wiped his shining cheeks. <br><br> Ms. Z waltzed over after watching the exchange from a distance. <br><br> "That was mighty nice of you letting that kid go. I hope he learned his lesson." <br><br> We were cut off as a young <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>man<<else>>girl<</if>> came running up. "Grandma, grandma, you okay? What was all that commotion about?" <br><br> Ms. Z greeted her kin, "It was some kid trying to steal. <<print $CC.name>>, here, thwarted them. <<print $CC.name>> this is my <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>grandson<<else>>granddaughter<</if>>, Alex." <br><br> Even before the introductions, I knew who they were. God, was I crushing. <br><br> "Huh-hi, Alex. I'm <<print $CC.name>>--right, she said that. It was nothing. Just saw the kid and took action." Not my best attempt at playing cool. <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> smiled, "Well, thanks. Not every day are people willing to get involved. I like those kinds of people, heh." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>>…blushed, slightly? <br><br> With a not-so-subtle nudge from Ms. Z, I moved closer, "Uhh, uhh, you…wanna go grab some food or coffee sometime?" <br><br> FIREWORKS!! Holy Shit! Act Natural, act natural. "Hmmm, yeah I guess so," I pushed some of my <<print $Body.hair>> hair behind my ear. <br><br> Their shoulders relaxed. "Great! Let me get your number and we'll go out." <br><br> "GREAT! I mean, yeah. Sounds good." I wanted to believe they weren't trying to duck me and were just playing it off. "I gotta go now. It was great meeting you. Great garage sale. Great day. Byeeee!" <br><br> I couldn't help watching them go. I hated seeing them leave…butt…[[this was nice|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++]]. <br><br> <<else>> I moved swiftly but bumbled my steps knocking candlesticks and dinnerware over as I hit my knee. The kid, now alerted, bolted. <br><br> "HEY! KID! Come back!" I continued the chase, weaving around tables and people with my now-hobbling gait. <br><br> The kid certainly had the beat on me. I needed an edge. <br><br> "Look out! Car!" I tried surprise (not my finest) which seemed to do the trick. The kid stumbled at the sidewalk, teetering before going into the road. <br><br> I grabbed his arm just as he realized he'd been duped. <br><br> Gathering myself, "Why you runnin', kid? You stealin'?" I panted. Not a good show. <br><br> "Leave me alone. I didn't steal. //You// scared me. So I ran." <br><br> "I saw you pocket some items. Empty them and I'll let you go. If not, I gotta call the cops," my labored breathing started calming down. <br><br> "Screw you." The truculent kid wasn't cooperating. <br><br> Ms. Z and a couple of other adults came over to assist. The kid was forced to empty his pockets. Cops were called. I felt bad but we can't have petty theft in the neighborhood. <br><br> "Great job, <<print $CC.name>>. Every year it seems like a certain number of things go missing. Saved the day today." <br><br> "Eh, just cost a twisted ankle." <br><br> "Oh no! Deary. Let me help with that…Come on." Ms. Z was leaving the yard sale, for me? It was all a little much being escorted back to her house. And then it got to be a lot. <br><br> A hot young <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>man<<else>>girl<</if>> popped out of her front door. "Gran-gran, everything alright? Why are there //cops// here?" It was my damn crush. <br><br> "Calm down, calm down. I'm fine. But, our banged up <<print $CC.name>> here stopped us from being robbed." <br><br> "Gran, robbed? Don't be so extreme. I'm sure it wasn't that...oh." Our eyes met for the briefest of moments before I turned away. "Hi, I'm Alex. Thanks for helping out, uh, my grandma." <br><br> Their apparent nerves helped calm mine, "Awww, it was painful but worth it, heh," I couldn't keep direct eye contact. <br><br> Ms. Z saw the tension and nudged Alex kindly. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> jolted in surprise. "Yeah. Uh…This hero deserves a reward. Can I take you to lunch or coffee sometime?" <br><br> Pain in my knee? What pain? "Uhhh, yeah. That would be cool, yeah," I kicked some grass feeling lame. <br><br> "Oh excellent, let's exchange numbers!" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> pulled out <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>>r phone and digits changed hands. <br><br> "I, uhh, gotta get home and tend to my wounds…and ego, heh. See you...uhh, soon, Alex. //Bye//!" I didn't wait for their response. <br><br> I stumbled home feeling proud for having helped my neighbors, not fumbling a rare chance with my crush, and stopped some punk kid from stealing. I hope they learnt [[their lesson|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> Taking a closer look, I wasn't careful and went ass-over-head bumping into a table. Klutz! Good thing it was a shorts day. The kid jetted. Mrs. Z shook her head at the upended table but was thankful I had scared him off before more damage was done to her bottom line. Just have to be more careful [[next time|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> It was so nice out. People browsed and kindly moved down the makeshift aisles. The hours passed, making a few introductions to people I didn't know and seemed pleasant enough, a couple of sales for Mrs. Z, and saying "Have a great day," about a billion times. It kind of shocked me when Mrs. Z dressed me down for missing and unsold items from my section. A thief had gotten past me. [[My bad|HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++]], I vowed to not let that happen again. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'church'>> Once a month, we did good works, mostly volunteering at a local old folks home. We were assigned our 'buddies' and it was such a lovely sight to see them react to our arrival. Life re-entered them. They were funny. Vibrant. And it made it all the sadder. <br><br> They had been essentially forgotten by and large by their family. Or they had no family left. The people paid to care for them put as much emotional distance between them and their patients as possible. I understood it, but that's what we were there for. <br><br> "Clark!" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>!" He tried to raise himself from his chair a few times before I was there and helping him get up. <br><br> "Careful now. Good to see you too." The hug was awkward and the smell was something //different// but I could feel the need in his arthritic grasp. <br><br> /* TODO crossroads */ <div id ="clark"> Wanna <<link "play a game">><<replace "#clark">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>>He was actually a killer at chess. I don't think I even brought him to a draw -- not like I was some chess maven when I started. <br><br> I don't think he enjoyed beating me. I think he longed for the game and partnership. He would tell stories that some move or capture reminded him of, and he taught me something about the game and being able to look past just the current position of the pieces. <br><br> There was something to that. And I was more than happy to lose. He did smile [[a little|HS000 - Testing]]. <</replace>><</link>>? Are you leading <<link "exercise">><<replace "#clark">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>>"Of course. Like every time." I laughed and shook my head. I didn't know if he honestly forgot or was just so excited by the prospect. <br><br> We hobbled him over to the activity room and into one of the chairs in the semi-circle. "Hello, <<print $CC.name>>!" came the chorus of elderly. <br><br> I grabbed some elastic bands and we began to move. A little music, a lot of smiling and encouragement. It was far from a workout for me, but you had to put on a show so they kept their encouragement up. <br><br> And they certainly needed the activity: we were meant to be creatures that [[lived and moved|HS000 - Testing]]. <</replace>><</link>> hour today? Time for my <<link "bath">><<replace "#clark">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>>My skin crawled every time, but it was old hat at this point. I helped him hobble off to his room. It took us long enough that I could steel myself for what was coming -- I don't know why I didn't expect it from the time we arranged to show up here. <br><br> His nurse helped him disrobe and she was more than keen to let me do the work, sitting in a chair and scrolling on her phone, chewing gum while I sponged down his wrinkled body -- consistency was gummy there as well. <br><br> He wasn't pervy about it, thank God, or I wouldn't have done it. And I think he knew it. He was content to sit there and chat, pleased to have the physical contact and show off what remained of his virility. <br><br> It was weird, but it wasn't wrong. And he did [[need a bath|HS000 - Testing]]. <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'partier'>> And then, when <<print $CC.DName>> and <<print $CC.MName>> were gone? The mice came out to play. I couldn't pass up opportunities like that? Hell, it was an //expectation// for a person with my rep as a party girl to throw a dope party when she had a chance. <br><br> Sure, the clean-up sucked. Doing it hung over and in a rush the next morning might have been a Circle of Hell unmentioned in Dante's Inferno. But I had The Boys and <<print $CC.FName>> to help most of the time. Or maybe a hookup or guy who stayed over with someone else might be guilted into a little trash bag duty. <br><br> All that mattered was that they didn't know when they returned. Any they probably knew. But if they weren't saying anything then I had done a good enough job making sure that the damage wasn't...permanent? Noticeable? Whatever the reason for flying under the radar, I was happy about it, passed out in my bed after too little sleep and too much party. <div id ="mine"> <br><br> A party that //I// threw did exactly wht things I wanted a party to. Most importantly: <br><br> <<crossroads #mine>> <<path>> I had //my// room when I ''needed it''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <br><br> It was my sacred place -- almost never did anyone violate the sanctum of //my// room. The master? Change the sheets. The guest? Hide the stain. Literally any other room in the house? Hide the underwear they left behind. But not my room. I could scurry off with whomever I was crushing on at the time and no one would miss the host too badly. <br><br> Sometimes you just needed to get some action. To feel important. To feel wanted. To feel lips pressed against yours. Hands grabbing and grasping like you were life-sustaining. And I got to explore without concern. No one to barge in and catch or interrupt. And I knew every inch of the room. And because it was mine, I controlled when things ended. <br><br> And then I'd rejoin the party, hair and clothes in disarray. But now glowing, flushed and super relaxed. <br><br><br> Never had to worry about the state of my room after all. Messy, stained, clothes? It was my [[domain|HS000 - Testing]]. <<path>> Who was there was (mostly) up to ''me''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <br><br> There was always some cute guy or girl my friends wanted me to invite. Or the the risk/reward of an upper classman or someone from outside of our school bubble...maybe they'd say no. But, more or less I got to choose who was on the invite list. <br><br> It wasn't simply a popularity contest because there were a lot of considerations that went into throwing a party. Who would be a mess? Who would //cause// a mess? Who just got broken up with? Who would bring a little green or drink and not be a mooch? Who had a hotter older brother that might show up...if even at the end for a ride back home. It was all important and I had to weigh it all. <br><br> Curation complete, I'd throw a party that was exactly my speed. Never had to worry about who I'd run into or what was going on. The only downside? Getting people to leave. Once they showed up, they wanted to crash there. They wanted to hang out long after their welcome was over. Ugh, and the kids who would ''crash'', because of course someone would let it slip when and where it was happening. Well, the where was pretty obvious. Always an unwanted guest or two. But I guess that made things interesting? And just a fact of parties. <br><br><br> Even though the party would end, the next week would begin and I would just be <<print $CC.name>> again, but for that short period, it was my [[domain|HS000 - Testing]]. <<path>> I got the attention for throwing a sick ''party''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <br><br> A rare opportunity to be important. You could feel, as the party approached, people being nicer to you, to people doing things for you without asking. And the power I had over them. It was intoxicating. My friends never had to worry, and my enemies probably were throwing a party to spite me. But it was the people in the gray that were in my sway to get an invite. <br><br> Then I could turn my attention to making the party a //rager//. There had to be enough to drink. Enough to smoke. Enough space for people to dance...and the playlist. Oh, the playlist was crucial. I spent hours going through selection and ordering. And it had to go long enough to last the entire night. Nothing would be worse than just sudden quiet. <br><br> Afterward, there was this glow as the hookups of the night were because of me. Or at least I'd accept the thank you. And the stories of people puking out into the bushes, or trying to jump off the roof? That was me. The crazier and bigger the stories were spoke to my prowess of a party planner. Then more people would want to be at the next one. <br><br><br> The stories had a downside when they inevitably spread beyond just us. Parents finding out was never a good thing. I got a bit of a rep for parties being my [[domain|HS000 - Testing]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'home'>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> And then there were days when I was bored out of my mind. The Boys were busy and I didn't feel in the mood. Nothing on my phone was interesting and I //certainly// didn't want to do school work. <br><br> I flipped through streaming options. I looked in the pantry for snacks. And then, all my options exhausted, I got curious. I started poking around where I knew I shouldn't be. <br><br> <<if $CC.mom == 1>> <<print $CC.DName>>'s office. It was like a sanctuary and the doors were usually closed. I wondered what worlds would present themselves. <br><br> I dropped into his chair casually, as if the approach mattered. Wiggled the mouse...Password. Hm. Their...anniversary. Wow. That was way too easy. <br><br> Travel agent stuff. Trip deals, trying to convince people to spend money. Hotels...K. Boring. What about... <br><br> <<shake 2s>>Gross!<</shake>> Close, close close! I did not want to find that porn folder. Can I scrub my memory? Men in Black? Please? <br><br> Fighting the gag reflex and my better judgment, I trudged on. He sure liked his sub-folders. <br><br> Passports, his, mine...Mom's. Mom's. Mom's? There's a //dozen// of them. Stamps for: UAE, Australia, Indonesia, the Philippines...North Korea?-- <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>?" Fuck. He's back. Quick shut down and find a way out of the room. <br><br> Curiosity [[kills the cat|HS000 - Testing]], right? <<else>> <<print $CC.DName>>'s office. It was like a sanctuary and the doors were usually closed. I wondered what worlds would present themselves. <br><br> I dropped into his chair casually, as if the approach mattered. Wiggled the mouse...Password. Hm. Their...anniversary. Wow. That was way too easy. <br><br> Travel agent stuff. Trip deals, trying to convince people to spend money. Hotels...K. Boring. What about... <br><br> <<shake 2s>>Gross!<</shake>> Close, close close! I did not want to find that porn folder. Can I scrub my memory? Men in Black? Please? <br><br> Fighting the gag reflex and my better judgment, I trudged on. He sure liked his sub-folders. <br><br> Passports? The same person has...wait. Who is this woman. Why does she look so much like...me? <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>?" Fuck. He's back. Quick shut down and find a way out of the room. <br><br> Curiosity [[kills the cat|HS000 - Testing]], right? <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'gang'>> <<outfit gang>> Eventually, I had earned enough trust and respect in the gang to begin bringing income not just for myself but to my family. I was given a piece of the action for being able to access my unique markets. Just had to sell a little green and powder, take my cut, make sure nothing too ridiculous went missing. <br><br> It was weird doing this thing. It felt incredibly masculine. And it was risky as fuck. Being female meant a lot less eyes were on me, but it also meant people thought I was weak. That I could be taken advantage of, ripped off. It meant I had to affect a hard-line attitude, cut people off quicker, force people's hands, and pick the right venues. <br><br> So, I preferred to... <div id="dealing"> <<crossroads #dealing>> <<path>> Take the risks, do the corners, take all comers as ''clients'' <<contents>> <<set $Inventory.pushUnique("9mm Pistol")>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <br><br> I'd deal a little at school -- didn't want to get too much of a rep or literally kicked out. Then, I'd head out to my neighborhood park that was overrun by youth groups and the other yuppie, nimby bullshit. The others in the group wouldn't dare be in this area, so it provided a little locational advantage. <br><br> A girl, sitting at a picnic table alone got attention and the kind that you could slowly, subtly turn into a deal. It had become 'my spot' and regulars began to know where and when to expect me. It felt surprisingly exciting to be doing something so illicit around people who would have been aghast at the idea. And that //I// was the dealer. Egad. <br><br> It'd be one guy before the weekend, then a different one who had a hard day at work, a girl with a habit, and occasionally some guy who -- when all his friends left -- darted over before he lost his shit. Those were the best. <br><br> Today was odd, quiet, guessing people were still high from the last time. It happened. And then there were these three guys I'd never seen before approaching me. "K. Hand it over, bitch." A knife was flashed. My blood ran cold. I had not expected this. Here. Even with all of my experience and what I had learned, I froze. I had no clue what to do and my brain just went into full "don't want to die"-mode. <br><br> They took my shit and then I lost my shit. Amari was surprisingly understanding. And then he [[gave me a gun|HS000 - Testing]] for the next time. <<path>> Focus on my access at ''school'' <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <br><br> I'd set up at lunch and my free periods in the mall. I had ready access to my locker -- but I would never leave anything there overnight. That was just asking for the administration to narc on me. <br><br> It was incredible at how fast I became known as a source at the school and how readily the kids took me up on the offer. There was a reason our school had a rep name of Triple A (Alcoholics, Abortions and Addicts) and it returned dividends for me. <br><br> I took a special glee when Ava hit me up for some goods for her weekend party. I wasn't invited, she made that eminently clear, but she still had to talk to me to [[get her goods|HS000 - Testing]]. <<path>> Keep the risk low with known quantities, my ''friends'' <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <br><br> Product moved slowly, but my friends were happy to have a personal, always available source. And I was happy to have safe, easy sales. They came to me. I didn't need to advertise. <br><br> But I did have to shut Ethan down a couple times when he got too big for his britches. He started flapping his mouth and I had to remind him who was on the other end of my supply -- and upsetting Amari was not a healthy proposition. <br><br> And then, even set straight, he tried bring me more clients -- which I happy to receive -- until he expected a cut. Luckily, he valued his own access and our friendship enough to let my firm and immediate "No" [[stand|HS000 - Testing]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'volunteer'>> <<outfit volunteer>> When I came to the shelter, I felt the most actualized out of all my 'good works'. I could affect change one on one, I could see its effects, I could interact with the people who were hurting, who I was helping. <br><br> It certainly wasn't easy, and I could see why people in their situation stayed in their situation. Where were the resources? I certainly wasn't trained, and neither were the people who were being paid -- very little -- to do the work to help, protect, and assist people who were in the most need. <br><br> Some were there because life dealt them the worst hand: families, young people, the elderly. Some were there because of what they had gotten involved in: alcohol and drugs. Some were there because society didn't know what else to do with them: the mentally ill. <br><br> And here we were, just...people...trying to be everything to everyone. The most profound and affecting moment at my time in the shelter -- it sincerely changed me -- was with: <div id ="shelter"> <<crossroads #shelter>> <<path>> A young mother <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <br><br> She came in one weekend with her son, smiling broadly as I brought them to a cot and explained the rules and expectations of our space. <br><br> She assented without a second thought, seemingly overjoyed at what little we had to offer. My heart swelled as I walked away, remarking to myself at how some great deeds are easily done. <br><br> Throughout the rest of the afternoon, while I was seeing to other occupants, logging entry and supplying our closets, something nagged in the back of my brain. And what really set me off is that, for all I've seen and experienced, I was able to move on well enough. Here, I couldn't. <br><br> So, I paid closer attention and that's when I noticed what was triggering me. The son. His reactions, his behavior. So, I waited until she had gone to the bathroom and I spent a few moments with him. <br><br> "Hey there, buddy." He wasn't talkative. Not surprising. "Everything okay?" He shook his head. "Why. What's wrong?" Nothing. Tears appearing in his eyes. "I'm here to help you. Nothing's scary here. Do I look scary?" He laughed, wiping his eyes and shaking his head. <br><br> "Dad hits Mommy." It came out just in time. She returned and I had more than enough information. I was able to get her extra time with us, special counseling and I learned her story. <br><br> It maddened me that men were like this, and it reiterated how much more circumspect I needed to be in my own life. She was a person living a life like me and here [[she was|HS000 - Testing]]. <<path>> A runaway <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <br><br> He wasn't much younger than me, which hurt my heart. He had a strange, high-strung energy that keyed me in on him. Him being my contemporary made me want to be //the// one to help. <br><br> So, I tried. "Hey. My name's <<print $CC.name>>." Smiling as I dropped a blanket on his cot. <br><br> The suddenness was breathtaking. His eyes met mine and there was a deadness. And that deadness snapped -- animalistic rage. I was on the ground, the concrete impact on the back of my head and ass nothing compared to the fear of what he would do to me. He was ontop of me, hands around my throat and pinning me easily. <br><br> I felt so weak, so scared. Like prey. <br><br> Thankfully he was pulled from me by a few of our bigger aides, I was given the care to the bruises I sustained, and I was kept apart from him. <br><br> They were about to turn him out when I stepped in, insisting it was simply mental illness and not his fault. I found him an appropriate, nearby alternative and he was brought there. But fuck. We're animals, [[deep down|HS000 - Testing]]. <<path>> Joel, who'd been displaced longer than I'd been alive. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> He was such a gentle soul. He was our 'regular' if you could call it that. If it were a happy thing. <br><br> "Here ya go, Joel." I patted his cot, safe in the corner. <br><br> "You're new here, aren't you..." He shook his head, smiled and patted where I had patted while he sat, "Here." A couple glances let me know I was safe, so I sat. <br><br> He spent the whole afternoon telling me his story. How he had been wealthy, how it had been stolen out from under him by his partner, and then the remainder by his family. And then what he was left with by his landlord. And then his friends and family were nowhere to be found. And that was twenty years ago. <br><br> The details were particular enough and not forced that I believed him. And vetting it with the other aides -- it was a true story. His resilience astounded me. It was a perfect warning about what people can do to you and how irreparably it can affect [[your life|HS000 - Testing]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'sporty'>> <<outfit baseball>> Spring had sprung and meant that we were breaking out the mitts and dyke comments. It felt good to get outside again and there were some familiar faces from the soccer squad whereas most of Track and Field transitioned into the Spring outdoor season. <br><br> Barkewitcz stood in the dugout, or leaning forward on the side-line fence. He was butch-ier than any of us, that's for sure. And there were some weird stories and rumors about why he was our Coach. But nothing ever seemed really off to me -- even if he had come Football and not Baseball. He understood the game anyway. <br><br> My place was... <div id="soft"> <<crossroads #soft>> <<path>> On the mound <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> On the mound. My shoulder ached and I usually had ice taped around it throughout the week, but the feeling of taking down a girl one-on-one, a battle of will and skill? Incomparable. <br><br> And it was certainly more involved and active than most other positions around the field. Barky and I had our own, private language and it felt special to have time aside from the others as they were running drills to go over the strengths and weaknesses of our upcoming opponents. <br><br> But it also meant most of the responsibility was on me. Breathing in, squaring up, breathing out. Staring down a batter in a ponytail and... <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte 10>> Strike! "<<shake 3s>>Yer<</shake>>...out!" <br><br> I jumped up and down, closing out another win with my golden gun of a right arm. There was a pile-up on the mound as I was doused in affection and excitement. It was wins like this that made a likely shoulder blow-out [[worth it|HS000 - Testing]]. <<else>> Crack! My head spun as the ball whistled up and over me. I had miscalculated and the batter was on her game -- going...going...shit. <br><br> That brought a runner home and killed my focus. We lost the game and Barky was cursing and kicking the fence. I'd need to avoid him [[after the game|HS000 - Testing]]. <</if>> <<path>> Behind home plate <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> Behind home plate. My quads and ass got workout. Squatting was killer on my knees -- up and down, up and down -- but there was something exciting about being right behind an opponent, like I could strike at any time, and sending little messages to our killer on the mound. Together, we'd take her out. <br><br> Catcher was a critically undervalued and important position, like a mini-coach that made the choices of plays. And nearly every pitch, I was engaged, whether it was running, sprinting or just tossing the ball back. <br><br> There was also something immensely satisfying of the impact in my mitt, the sound of the leather reacting to the pitch, but mostly that it had gotten past her...whether or not it was in the zone. And here came another one. Flashed the sign for a curve and... <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte 8>>Perfect spin, somehow my brain tracked the quick pitch, and then it was in my mitt. Strike! "<<shake 3s>>Yer<</shake>>...out!" <br><br> I tore off my mask, dropped my mitt in the dust and charged the mound, grasping my counterpart in a bear hug as I lifted her off the ground, laughing. Man, it was moments like this that made the pain in my joints [[worth it|HS000 - Testing]]. <<else>> A fastball? Shit. My mitt was off-center and while it got past the batter, it bounced off my chest plate and ricocheted. And the runner was off as I scrambled for the ball. Our fielders reacted quickly, but not quickly enough. By the time I had gotten things under control, the runner came home and ended up being the critical score. [[My bad|HS000 - Testing]]. <</if>> <<path>> Left field <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> Left field. It was the quietest place in the field, which was nice. There wasn't as much responsibility for me and I was keen on that. It gave me time to contemplate the world and figure out what I was going to do when the game wrapped up. <br><br> I wondered if Barky put me out here because of talent or personal dislike. It always meant I was the last one off the field and he grunted about me being slow as I swung out the gate. <br><br> But sometimes, I did make a difference... <<if ($Stats.Skills['Perception'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value) gte 10>> Crack! The ball was careening my way. Was the batter a lefty? Didn't matter now. I swung into action, triangulating and running simultaneously. Mitt up, mitt up. Shit the lights were in my eyes. I was going to have to leap for it... <br><br> I crashed into the ground, face-full of dirt and freshly cut grass. Sputtering I tried to get up quickly: time was of the essence. Where was the...oh. I caught it. The girls were squealing and running out to me as I had actually closed out the game as a W for us. Barky didn't have words for me [[that night|HS000 - Testing]]. <<else>> Crack! The ball was careening my way. Was the batter a lefty? Didn't matter now. I swung into action, triangulating and running simultaneously. Mitt up, mitt up. Shit the lights were in my eyes. I was going to have to leap for it... <br><br> I crashed into the ground, face-full of dirt and freshly cut grass. Sputtering I tried to get up quickly: time was of the essence. Where was the...//shit//. I had missed it my inches. Dirty and frazzled, I grabbed for the ball and missed, and again. The errors mounted as their runners came home. Barky had more than enough words for me [[that night|HS000 - Testing]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'tailgate'>> Fuck. That was such a good game. The crowd was cheering a ragged War Eagle, drunken and overwhelmed with the passion of winning. <br><br> This wasn't the first time that I had gotten 'lost' and practically crushed post-game as everyone tried to get out of the stadium in the throws of post-football climax. Jostled around, I knew I would be able to find my crew back in the parking lot so I wasn't too concerned. Grunting, I pushed through the beer-swaddled masses and joining into War Eagle like it was a giant round. <br><br> And then, there was an opening and I hustled to get free. I loved our team and our fans, but this was the point where they had usually gotten to be a little much, even for me. <br><br> The open air hit me like a welcome hug. Taking a deep breath as my ribcage realized it could spread larger than it had been allowed for the past five or so minutes, I trotted forward and realized...ah, shit. Had I gotten turned around? I turned around. I saw the centipede of craziness I had just exited. Turned again. What hallway was this? Did it lead outside? <div id="exit"> <<crossroads #exit>> <<path>> Did I head ''back'' into the crowd and correct my mistake? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <br><br> With another deep breath, this time in preparation, I swam back in against the tide -- not Roll Tide now, come on -- trying to figure out where I had gone wrong. <br><br> Bumping against beer bellies and sloshed with frothy beer, I eventually figured out that I had just missed the exit I was used to by a couple dozen feet. Relieved, I parted ways with our fanbase until the next home game and made my way back out to our cars. <br><br> "There you are!" <<print $CC.DName>> waved me over, "Got lost again?" <br><br> "You know, you're supposed to be a little more concerned than this." <br><br> "Why? Gonna disappear on me?" <br><br><br> I hugged him tight, "[[Nah|HS000 - Testing]]." <<path>> Did I forge my way ''forward'' and hope to not get lost in the bowels of the building? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <br><br> Fuck it. I wasn't about to battle against that tide. Plus, I could definitely do with a secondary route out of here going forward. <br><br> As I wandered, I was surprised at the dearth of people here. Not even employees. Where the hell had I gotten myself? I couldn't help but grin, curious and eager. <br><br> And then the tickle at the base of my neck started. I'd been walking a while. Less lights, maybe there had been a downward slope to the pathing? There really were like...no people. How would I get back. A second wave of trying to map a return trip started to surge in my mind, this time without having the indicators of song and sweaty people to guide me. <br><br> A door opened, off to my left, and light filtered in. I stopped, looking. No one. I scurried forward, catching the door before it closed. Had someone just come through here or opened the door by mistake? Either way, it would have required //someone// who could at least point me in the right direction. <br><br> He was shirtless. He was, well, not wearing practically anything and the jockstrap was accentuating his bare asscheeks. His muscles shifted under his skin enticingly as he walked away from me, bare feet echoing down the hallway. "Uh, he-hello?" I broke out awkwardly to the practically nude, large man. <br><br> He turned, unconcerned with his state of dress, the front of the jockstrap accentuating his package, clutched together and the only thing hidden from view. My jaw dropped. <br><br><br> "Oh. Uh. H-hi. You're--" He smiled, nodding. <br><br> "Erron. How'd you get down here?" <br><br> "I. Have....no idea?" I laughed, trying to keep my eyes up. Now I knew why guys had such a hard time. Really wasn't their fault, I guess. Just an instinctive thing to look when you could. <br><br> "Well, you're going to stick out like a sore thumb around here. Gonna be pretty obvious you're outta place." He laughed. He was the premiere running back for Auburn. I was star struck. Not only was I this close, and talking to him -- //alone// -- but I was seeing him as very few people ever did. <br><br> "Yeah, probably. I was...trying to..." I broke off, not wanting to give any excuse to cut this short, "I'm //such// a fan." I tugged at my shirt, as if he couldn't tell I was an Auburn fan. <br><br> "Yeah. I can tell. What's your name?" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." It exploded from my mouth. I was fangirling. His smile said he could tell. He didn't mind. <br><br><br> He led me back into the locker rooms with him, now under his charge and protection, nobody questioned my presence. I got to meet the fucking team. And most of them were naked. I saw so much cock. I couldn't help but smile to myself seeing out of the corner of my eyes the guys giving themselves tugs whenever they thought I wasn't looking -- not enough to get erect, but to have as much size as their blood could afford. <br><br> When <<print $CC.DName>> texted me, I barely thought twice before telling him not to worry. I had 'met some friends' and would be getting a ride back with them. <br><br> And Erron was nice enough to do that, even though there was a bus waiting for him and I wasn't going in the same direction as the rest of the team. I got to spend the rest of the day with him and get personally dropped off at home by one of the best players in college football. <br><br><br> Would anything //ever// compare to this? Don't think [[so|HS000 - Testing]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'outdoors'>> <<outfit naked>> I slipped into the cool water of the pond and gasped -- why is it always colder than you expect? My nipples hardened instantly as my skin pulled taut and hair raised. My thighs cut through the water, feeling the fresh water beginning to kiss and spray against my nether lips. <br><br> This was far better than jumping a fence and into some rando's pool. No chlorine burn, or being walked in on by the owner. And it was ''so'' much bigger! <br><br> I kicked off the muddy pond floor and began to do laps, swimming out deeper into the middle of water. I dipped my head and came up for air, breathing deeply and pushing my wet hair back behind my ears, sputtering while I tread water. <br><br> "Havin' fun?" I turned awkwardly, slowly as my feet reoriented me this way. That way. So much for not being walked in on. There were these two guys, replete in overalls watching me out in the water and standing far too close to where I had hidden my clothes. <br><br> They hadn't seen them, right? I could still see them, right? "Uh, yeah. Just...taking a dip. That...okay?" <br><br> "Course. I guess. What do you think, Tommy?" Tommy shrugged, his workboot nudging the stone right beside my pile of clothes. Fuck. I needed to do something. <div id="nekkid"> <<crossroads #nekkid>> <<path>> They'd get bored. Just tread water til they ''left''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <br><br> "Water's gotta be cold. And man, wet clothing's gotta weigh ya down, don't it." <br><br> "Oh, yeah. Wouldn't dare get these things wet." Not-Tommy tugged at his overalls. <br><br> Tommy was crouching by my pile and making a big show out of its discovery, "Well, not soaked at all, are they. They're right here, Billy Bob." Displaying each article as he pulled them from the pile, and whistling when he got to the last couple, "Can't just go 'round nekkid. People gunna see." <br><br> "Whatcha gonna do if these disappear?" Billy Bob and Tommy began laughing. There wasn't predation in their voice, just mischief and loving having power. Because, well, guys. <br><br> I wasn't about to try and get to them, no way I'd make it in time. And I'd be naked and they already had my clothes. So, I tried to treat them like bullies and just began to do laps, trying to find the enjoyment of moments before. <br><br> They whistled and called out to me, but I couldn't turn to see what they were doing -- wouldn't. <br><br> Eventually they did leave, and I was //exhausted//. Ploddingly, I stepped out of the pond, chest heaving, body shivering and my arms clutched tightly around myself. My clothes were gone, but I hadn't expected much less. <br><br><br> Getting back home was a weird experience, but it wasn't til I got there that I had to explain anything as I walked in absolutely naked. They freaked out and were extremely worried, but were happy to hear it was relatively tame and I was safe. Could have been much [[worse|HS000 - Testing]]. <<path>> Act ''casual'' and just play it cool and go get my clothes before they did. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <br><br> "Yeah, water's super cold, I was just getting out. Didn't think anyone would mind." I began paddling my way towards them. <br><br> Tommy was crouching by my pile and reaching towards it as my tits came into view. Not-Tommy whistling, "Well. Look at that, Tommy." Tommy rocked at the hit to his shoulder and he smiled, watching my fully naked form walking straight out of the water like something out a movie. <br><br> "Well, I wasn't about to get my clothes wet." I laughed, wringing my hair out with my hands as I walked over to them. <br><br> "Nah, that'd be stupid. Gaw-damn, girl." Not-Tommy was eyeing between my legs and up to my tits, clearly appreciating my indecency and lack of concern. <br><br> "Well, thank you boys for keeping guard and protecting my stuff. I do appreciate it. You got a towel or something?" I squatted down by my pile of clothes, letting my thighs frame my pussy rather than hide anything. <br><br> "Uh, yeah, Billy Bob, mind...grabbing it from the truck?" And he left, bringing a quilted blanket back over. <br><br> So I dried myself off and got dressed as we talked, learning about this being their dad's property and that I wasn't the first one they caught out here, but by far the one they had enjoyed the most. <br><br><br> I thanked them again and headed back home. Glad that it had ended that way. Could have been much [[worse|HS000 - Testing]]. <<path>> Invite them to ''join''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <br><br> "Come in. The water's fine!" I smiled and patted the surface making ripples. <br><br> They chuckled in surprise, looked at each other and shrugged, popping the buttons of their overalls and dropping their clothes in less tidy piles, cocks swinging small but freely as they came out to join me in the pond. "Ya know, this is our daddy's land." <br><br> "Oh really? It's nice." It wasn't too surprising to me as they got closer and started to 'use' me for balance, their cocks no longer so small, poking against me as we chatted in the water. I wasn't the first one to do something like this, but certainly the first to invite them to join. <br><br> I made out a bit with each of them, my hand keeping them from getting too adventurous with me and taking my invitation for more than it was. <br><br> Soon we were play fighting in the pond, getting dunked and grabbed and yanked around by the two 'rednecks,' but it was all fun and certainly better than getting my clothes stolen. <br><br> Eventually -- practically frozen -- I needed to leave and Billy Bob (that was Not-Tommy) got me a quilt to dry off before I got dressed. And they invited me back anytime I wanted. Just give them a heads up next time. <br><br><br> Okay, so being caught could be fun too. Could have been much [[worse|HS000 - Testing]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'piano'>> <<outfit prude>> Madame Demianova's recital was in her church. A little Lutheran hall that wasn't too demonstrative, but also had a smell kind of like mothballs. All the other kids and I shuffled into the pews and waited our turns as we sat with our parents. Maybe there was an uncle, family friend, or the rare schoolmate, but mostly it was just the obligated people here to watch their kids and other people's kids run the gamut of skill from barely capable to wonderkind. <br><br><br> My turn came soon enough -- towards the end due to my age -- my hands felt clammy as I dropped onto the piano bench and stretched my fingers, eyeing the keys. Fuck. Here it goes. <<if $CC.makeIt == 1>> Languid, subtle notes came off the keys as I began my piece. It was familiar: people in the audience were humming along. It wasn't a help, and it startled me a bit -- everyone would know exactly <<set _expandLabel = "what notes I missed.">> <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 2>> Stark, clear notes emanated from the strings as my fingers struck the keys. Some sat up a bit, curious. Others shuffled in their seats because they had no clue what they were hearing. Well, at least no one would know <<set _expandLabel = "if and when I messed up.">> <<else>> The rolling rhythm was a welcome change from the litany of classical pieces that had been played so far. I could feel people perking up as they recognized the piece, some trying to place it, others humming along. The latter was quite annoying because it wasn't helping me play. And they'd know exactly <<set _expandLabel = "when and if I went wrong.">> <</if>> <<linkexpand _expandLabel>> <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 9>> My fingers struck the first chord confidently. I leaned forward into the music, letting my head sway and body rock as I played. My foot was able to find the sustain and soft accurately, accentuating the tone and quality of the song as it resonated through the church. <br><br> Oh, this felt good. Felt magical. I was in it and the melody was coming out of me like a song. It was a song. I understood why people said that now. And this was my song. <br><br> I held the final chord a bit long, letting it sit in the air, resolving into nothingness. And once it was gone, the applause was firm and wholesale. I smiled, standing up, grabbing my music and making a bow. <br><br> Stepping down from the stage, I looked at Madame and she smiled broadly. The warmth bloomed inside me. I don't think I'd seen that reaction on her face. Ever. <br><br> Everything had come together. It was all worth it. Sure, it had been for essentially a bunch of people that I'd never see again. But I'd done it for myself and done it for her. And I //had// done it. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 6>> I rocked with the rhythm of the music, my foot lightly touching at the sustain to accentuate the play. It started well and continued cleanly. But I couldn't quite get the time signature right. It didn't feel right. Was it right? <br><br> I'd nudge the cadence a bit faster. No, too fast. Bring it back. No, too slow. Fuck. I lost the thread, but at least my fingers were hitting the right keys in the right order. <br><br> The piece felt like a rubber band or Doppler version of the song as written. Far from as intended. <br><br> There was a smattering of applause as I got up, made a curt little bow and headed down the aisle. <br><br> A quick glace to the Madame, but she was looking to the next student heading up to the stage. And that student absolutely killed it. I'd be forgotten, which was a blessing and a curse. <<else>> And I went strong and wrong, as the saying goes. My time signature was off. My fingers slid off the keys and onto their sisters and brothers, adding little half-notes in between. And the more I messed up, the more I tensed up and made more mistakes. <br><br> I barely made it through the piece and could barely see the sheet music when I stood up, wiping my eyes and quickly shuffling back to my seat in the pews with my head down. I couldn't even try to look at Madame. <br><br> I could blame it on the different piano. I could blame it on nerves. But I knew she'd blame it on me. And ultimately, who was at those keys? <</if>> <br><br><br> <<print $CC.MName>> and <<print $CC.FName>> pulled me tight and told me how great I did. It felt good, but they were my family. They were going to say that <<linkexpand "no matter what.">> no matter what. <br><br><br> At home, the question became whether or not I wanted to continue pursuing it. I pushed off the decision. High School had a lot to offer, especially for my free time. Maybe take some time away, maybe not practice as much, maybe drop it all together. I could always pick it up again [[later|HS000 - Testing]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'read'>> We had our final Classics paper due and I had finished early, so rather than attend the class that night, I just swung by the college straight after school to drop it off and finally have some time to myself. <br><br> It was a low-point in activity, just a random person wandering the hall, janitorial staff stocking the restrooms. I probably looked more like someone's lost kid, rather than a student with one of the highest GPAs in the building. <br><br> I smiled to myself as I pushed into the empty auditorium and nearly jumped when a voice called out, "Good mood, <<print $CC.name>>?" <br><br> "Jeez, Dillon. You'd have given someone else a heart attack. Where...where are you?" Stepping down the aisles with my head on a swivel, I searched for our Teacher's Assistant. Then I caught a flash of a hand waving to me from the projector room. <br><br> With a quick little skip up the steps, I spun around the doorframe, "Whatcha doin' in here? Couldn't have said hi when I literally walked in..right there?" The door behind me had barely come to a halt from when I had arrived. <br><br> He shrugged and leaned back in the squeaking old chair, his feet up, "Was busy watching YouTube. World Chess Championship is serious business." <br><br> I hopped up, sitting on the desk, an arm lightly curled around his beat-up New Balances, dropping my paper in front of him. "Early submission, extra credit, right?" <br><br> "Like you need it. So skipping the final class huh?" I nodded, "What're you going to get up to instead?" <br><br> "//Not// chess. Dork." He shrugged, his eyes instinctively checking my legs as they dangled. <br><br> "Well, it's the Prof tonight, not me. So I can leave this for him and we can celebrate together instead." I had to admire his confidence. <div id="lastnight"> <<crossroads #lastnight>> <<path>> Chilling with my TA...better than hang with the Boys? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <br><br> "Sure, whatcha wanna do?" The response was quick and he definitely appreciated the lack of consideration. His feet dropped back to the floor, hand tucking the phone into his pocket. <br><br> "Let's get an early start, what'd'ya say." He collected the paper from in front of him, making the decision for us as we headed out of the projector room. With a lazy flourish, he dropped my final on the lectern and gave me a little bump and smile, "Let's get outta here." <br><br> It wasn't too surprising that he wanted to get off campus, lest rumors start or he risk his career. <br><br> Safely sequestered in his small one-bedroom apartment we began on his couch with some Drunk History and as the afternoon waned, we ordered in Mediterranean and began the epic that is Gladiator. <br><br> My late nights from school, a general lack of paying attention at what my schedule really was, plus my diligence kept me in the clear when I wasn't home by the time everyone went to bed. <br><br><br> They were content enough to see me at the breakfast table [[in the morning|HS000 - Testing]]. <<path>> Nah, I'd barely seen them in months -- plus TA-student stuff was creepy. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> <br><br> "Actually, I already made plans...sorry." I gave him a flat smile, raised eyebrows like I truly felt bad for the excuse. <br><br> He nodded, shrugged and looked back to the black and white squares on his phone, "Course. No worries. I'll make sure to get your assignment submitted." <br><br> The ice-out was obvious and it had the desired effect on me, emotionally, but it wasn't the first time a guy had tried that on me. I weighed the feeling against my feelings, plus the fact I wouldn't have to see him again. <br><br> "Thanks. Been a fun class!" sliding off the desk and turning to head out. <br><br> "Have fun tonight." A slight peek over my shoulder I caught him eyeing me as I left. Yep. It had been a tactic and I had crushed his hopes. <br><br><br> I just hoped he didn't try and get back at me by not turning in [[my final|HS000 - Testing]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'job'>> Extra cash kinda burns a hole in your pocket, doesn't it? Well, better to have and use it than not have it. Society certainly didn't emphasize saving and investment at my age -- thinking about retirement? I wasn't ever gonna die, let alone get old. So it was time to make it rain. <br><br> And I spent my hard-earned bills on: <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++]]>> ''Clothes'', I wanted to impress my classmates and be a trendsetter. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++; $Stats.BodyTraits.push("fit")]]>> ''Classes'' at the gym. Pilates, Yoga, HIIT, I got fit. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++]]>> ''Tutoring'' and practice tests, the extra reading assignments, I devoured it all. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++; $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++; $Inventory.pushUnique("Burner")]]>> A ''Burner Phone'' so that I could do what I wanted when I wanted with who I wanted. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++]]>> New ''game releases and equipment'' because I had to keep my gaming edge. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'gym'>> <<outfit gym>> <<backdrop "cc.gym.png">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> The meets came and went. One time they accidentally placed me in a younger section, which was far more competitive than my 'geriatric' status, so it was my worst result of the season. <br><br><br> Still, Coach Vovk clearly admired what he called "chutzpah" and me finishing out the competitions. I think he appreciated that while I didn't have designs on collegiate or Olympic greatness, I was there to push my own limits for what they were. <br><br><br> <<if $CC.gymScore gte 10>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("fit")>> <</if>> And damn, if it wasn't worth it. Beyond what I learned, I was now a lean machine. My body was crazy tight, waist narrow, and ass had that pertness that only refined muscle [[could give|HS000 - Testing]]. <<else>> If I had worked harder, I probably would have seen better results, but I wasn't chasing after beams and rings in my [[future|HS000 - Testing]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'cheer'>> <<outfit HScheer>> <<if $CC.makeIt gte 7>> <<set $CC.memories.push("Cheerleader", "CheerCaptain")>> <<set $dancing ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value += 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> The results are posted on the school website over the weekend. I have no idea how many names were on the list because the first entry: <<print $CC.name>>. I was a *captain*. I screamed, crying into my phone, and <<print $CC.FFName>> had to check on me. Consoling turned to celebrating: no one my year had ever made Captain. <br><br> Cheerleading doubtless became a big part of my life, with practice, summer camp, pep rallies and cheering at games with stands full of screaming fans. It ate up a lot of my free time. <br><br> My friends saw me almost never, but I really wanted to be a cheerleader. In any event, soon much of our remaining time was eaten up, as school [[came knocking|HS000 - Testing]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt gte 5>> <<set $CC.memories.push("Cheerleader")>> <<set $dancing ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> The results are posted on the school website over the weekend. About 50 names are on the list...including <<print $CC.name>>. I made the *main* squad! <br><br> Cheerleading became a big part of my life, with practice, summer camp, pep rallies and cheering at games with stands full of screaming fans. It ate up a lot of my free time. <br><br> My friends saw me almost never, but I really wanted to be a cheerleader. In any event, soon much of our remaining time was eaten up, as school [[came knocking|HS000 - Testing]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt gte 3>> <<set $CC.memories.push("Cheerleader")>> <<set $dancing ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> The results are posted on the school website over the weekend. About 50 names are on the list...no, not me...not me...scanning, and there, finally, <<print $CC.name>>. I barely squeaked onto the backup squad. <br><br> Cheerleading became a big part of my life, with practice, summer camp, pep rallies and cheering at games with stands full of screaming fans. It ate up a lot of my time. I didn't see much time actually cheering, but I practiced and showed up all the same. <br><br> My friends saw me almost never, but I really wanted to be a cheerleader. In any event, soon much of our remaining time was eaten up, as school [[came knocking|HS000 - Testing]]. <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->> The results were posted on the school website over the weekend. About 50 names were on the list...but mine wasn't one of them. I didn't make the squad! Not even the backup squad. <br><br> I told my friends that I didn't really want to be a cheerleader anyway. <br> Time was finite and school [[came knocking|HS000 - Testing]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Heads down, testing in a classroom */ <<set $sexcount = false>> <<outfit>> And that little snippet, vignette even, was just a highlight of my experience as I was growing up. My life as it was. When I was normal. <br><br> Yet, no matter what 'average' things I was doing, life would come knocking: school started to matter. <br><br><br> Like, your ''entire'' life depends on everything you do from this point onward. Testing, Papers, GPA, Extracurriculars. Each of them were a massive component into what school you could get into. Would you be a success or a failure? <br><br> And where you went to school spoke to how you'd do in life and you'd do in life spoke to...on and on. It was exhausting. <br><br> The pressure mounted from the teachers, at home, the energy of my peers shifted to literally quizzing each other and actual study sessions. <br><br><br> The real question was, what [[mattered to me|HS001 - StoryArc]] at that point in my life. <</nobr>><<nobr>> <div id="exit-backdrop"> <br><br><br> <img src="img/Blue_Swallow_name.png"> <div style="text-align: center"><small>An American Spy Thriller</small></div> <br><br><br> </div> <h3> 🎉 You've come to the end of (0.4)! </h3> <br> With this version, you should be able to play the game from Character Creation through to Act I of the main game, or take a detour and either enjoy a Gap Year, or College. <br><br> You can experience over 250 passages comprising over 33,000 lines of code. With the implementation of our UI showing you blocked paths, you should be able to see just how much content and varied paths available to you and Claire. While this doesn't show you all of the paths that occur as different stats or traits are checked, but it does let you know when a selectable choice is hidden away and why. <br><br> Thanks for playing it and please let us know your thoughts! <br><br> Also, thank you to some individuals, without whom this release wouldn't be anything close to what it is. Throw some applause to:<br> <ul> <li>Noice1bruh - Paper Doll and art assets</li> <li>Fictionary - Created our level-up system! Bug fixer extraordinaire</li> <li>Mira Something - UX and UI conceptualization and implementation -- doesn't it look __great__?</li> <li>LewdPirate - Assorted art assets; Doll Coding</li> <li>thegoofyproofyreader - Proofreading and improving my writing</li> <li>kiseichu - Welcome to our new artist!</li> </ul> <br><br> <div class="bs-image framed"> <div class="bs-img-wrap" title="" style="--rotation: 1.15deg; z-index: 1;"> <a href="img/exit.png" target="_blank"> <img src="img/exit.png"> </a> </div> </div> <h3> 🗒️ What's on track for the next release (0.5)? </h3> Content<br> <ul> <li>Gap Year Claire will move on to College or heading after Mom</li> <li>College Claire will find her way to Manila</li> <li>'Drop Out' Claire will dig into the exploration and semi-sandbox world that is the main game and access to the first four or five story arcs.</li> </ul> Technicals<br> <ul> <li>Semi-Open World system for the Main Game</li> <li>Intended: Implementation of a Dossier system and Character Interaction Bar</li> <li>5 Quick-Start Claires so that you can skip character creation and HS</li> <li>Expansion and First implementation of how the Dossier will work in the Main Game</li> <li>Implementation of the Arousal System -- making it both easier and harder at times for Claire to jump into or avoid sex during the Main Game</li> <li>Implementation of the Fertility System -- Claire could be risking herself, her mother and the world if she isn't careful about how she partakes in intercourse!</li> <li>Looking into Stats at different stages of the game -- Using player saves, we'll be seeing if stats are too high or too low, or if certain gates are too high or low. Send us your saves on the Discord to help us accumulate the data and make the game the best version it can be!</li> </ul> <br> <br> <h3> 💃 Support us and take part in developing the game! </h3> <br> We'd appreciate your support for the continued development of Blue Swallow, which you can [[join here|https://subscribestar.adult/blue-swallow?redirect_notice=true]]. <br><br> Joining our community can also afford the ability to give feedback and input towards guiding and improving the game -- we look forward to hearing your ideas! <br><br> We're also open to content contributors, if you want to be a part of the game! Reach out on the Discord =) <br><br> Looking forward to continuing the adventures of our intrepid protagonist! <br><br><br> <div class="splash-links"> <a target="_blank" href="https://subscribestar.adult/blue-swallow"><img src="img/vendor/ss_support_med_01_inv.png" alt="Support us on SubscribeStar!" data-tip="Thanks for support!"></a> <a target="_blank" href="https://www.patreon.com/BlueSwallow"><img src="img/vendor/patreon.png" alt="Support us on Patreon" data-tip="Thanks for support!"></a> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Prologue<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>The Gap Year<</type>></h2> </header> <<timed 4s t8n>> <<image framed "gy.airport.png">> <br> I settled into my seat at the gate, taking stock of everything and just taking a deep breath. It looked like it was going to be a packed flight, the odd assortment of business travelers, and the rest seemed to be buzzing with the anticipation of an upcoming vacation. I wondered where I fell. I certainly didn't have any business to conduct. I //was// getting away -- maybe I could consider this a vacation. A hiatus. A sabbatical. <br><br> /* MIRA TODO : Phone Here */ Pulling up my texts, I saw pics of <<print $CC.FName>> had sent me of her arriving on campus. A few hundred emoji response felt about right. "You'll be here soon enough!" I didn't call out that her choice, while fun, hadn't been in consideration. <br><br> "Fly safe. Be safe." from <<print $CC.friend1>>. "Will do. You too!" Man, what a reminder of how empty the seat beside me was. I considered texting <<print $CC.DName>> and decided against it. <br><br> Swiping my messages away, there was a pang of regret that I was taking a year 'off'. It felt escapist, and maybe it was. It would be my first real big trip. And alone. <br><br> But I'd have fun, I assured myself and popped earbuds in as I scrolled through my playlist. I nudged my roller bag between my knees and rested my head on the handlebar. Waiting for boarding to be called gave me some time to read over the introductory emails about the next year of my life and about my destination. Better now than never. <br><br><br> Last step was board. That was it. Then I'd be in <<if $HS.gapYear == 1>> [[Switzerland|GY002 - SwissArrival]]. <<elseif $HS.gapYear == 2>> /* TODO: should exit here - not implemented */ [[Italy|GY002 - EuroArrival]]. <<else>> [[Namibia|GY002 - AfrArrival]]. <</if>> <</timed>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Long Immigration Line */ <<if $PG.oops == true>> <<outfit backpacker>> The cramping on the plane was awful and I got well acquainted with the plane bathroom, but everything seemed to have settled by the time we landed in Rome. <br><br> <</if>> I was fucking //exhausted//. It's incredible to me how simply sitting, watching some movies, listening to music, reading a magazine or a book -- all could just knock you flat on your ass. I slept what I could, and maybe that was my mistake. <br><br> Groggily, I pulled my roller bag down the gangway, thankful to be off the plane. Roma. Maybe the most 'typical' destination for an American in Europe, backpacking as if it were the first time anyone had come up with the idea. Maybe it was my addled brain, but I began to wonder if Europeans did the reverse. Where did they end up? New York, had to be New York. <br><br> There wasn't the Colosseum sitting outside the windows of the gangway or anything -- it felt like any other airport, but were they going to fly straight into the heart of an ancient city? Nope. <br><br> I didn't want to deal with the throngs of people at immigration, but I knew I needed to get used to doing things the hard way. This wouldn't be the least pleasant thing I'd need to endure if I was going to spend nearly a year abroad with essentially just the pack on my back. <br><br> The line was stop-start loveliness. People bumped into my bag. Sure, it was ungainly and I couldn't quite make things out in my periphery, but they didn't come with rear view mirrors. There were so many goddamn people and it was a cacophony of languages: hard to parse anything. Earbuds in or not, I felt overwhelmed. I couldn't wait to be free from this process and eager to be essentially freewheeling for months from here on out. <br><br><br> I stumbled forward. That was it. That was the last straw. I was //not// going to get shoved around like this anymore. I spun around, ready to spew forth every curse in every language I knew... <br><br> And stopped short. "Shit, I'm really sorry. I wasn't paying attention." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> was gritting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> teeth, eyes wide. English was as American as it got. And <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> had a backpack on <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> back as well and seemed to be struggling with the weight. <br><br> "You backpacking too, huh?" <br><br> "It that obvious?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> hefted the bag and glanced over <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> shoulder performatively. "Jordan." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> stuck out <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> hand. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." Two packs our size in this kind of a line were not going to work side-by-side, so we moved forward together not quite together. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> was from a small town in Texas and wanted to see the world. And cute. Silvery, gray eyes and auburn hair undercut on both sides with the remaining on the top of <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> held in a top-knot. <br><br> Older, done with college, but not ready to jump into life-life. Our stories were different, but essentially the same. It was the comfort of home without being too familiar. It was an immediate bond that neither of us could fight. <br><br> The rest of the line went by miraculously quickly and I barely remember getting my passport stamped. And now, with a friend, we could split a cab into the city proper. <br><br> "Hostel, yeah?" I looked for confirmation that I wasn't unnecessarily living frugally. <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded, "Don't have one yet, to be honest," stretching <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> back now that our packs were in the trunk. Yeah, it definitely felt nice to have ditched that for the time being. <br><br> "Well, I'm sure mine isn't booked up." And it wasn't. Wasn't truly a hostel either, but was on the cheap end which was good enough for me. We walked up to the quaint little building and were greeted by a cute old woman who insisted on us calling her 'Nonna'. Granny walked us up the stairs to where we'd be housed, a quadruple room -- a bed for each of us and two open ones for other travelers -- the shared bathroom down the hall, and showed us where we'd have breakfast in the morning. <br><br><br> Jordan seemed more than pleased. I was glad to have a ready-made [[friend|GY003 - Bearings]]. <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Hostel interior */ <div id="bearings0"> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>> "So, Rome your only stopover?" Jordan startled me slightly upon <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> re-entry to the room. I'd need to get used to that, if I'd be sharing housing accommodations so intimately for the substantial portion of the year. A towel was tied around <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> waist, wet length of hair draped to one side of <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head revealing how long it was when not tied up. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> was a total skinnyboi, a tuft of hair between where <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> pecs would have been. I wondered whether <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>>'d ever seen the inside of a gym. <br><br> "Oh, well, I was planning on..." I shrugged, looking away from <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> and focusing back on my packing. <div id="bearings"> <<crossroads #bearings>> <<path>> "...seeing all the major sights." <<contents #bearings>> <<set $GY.location = 1>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <br><br> "Yeah, that sounds like a great plan." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded, fingers sliding through his hair, bending at the waist as <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> tugged through them and shook <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head, drying off like a dog. Huh. Weird response. I wondered whether <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> was making plans based on mine. Or that ours lined up? Or maybe I was just reading too much into what <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> said. No way to really tell, yet. "Thanks again for letting me bunk up with you. I guess I really shoulda done a bit more planning before just jumping on a plane." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> laughed, swinging <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head back, one hand precariously holding onto the front knot of <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel while <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> other worked the back-length hair into its place bundled at the top of <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head. Huh. Just letting it dry up like that. Probably would still be moist in time for the next shower. "Hell, I barely brought enough cash with me. I was planning on seeing what odds and ends jobs I might be able to pick up. Maybe bug Nonna for a gig or two?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> tone invited me to divulge my plans for paying my way through my Eurotrip. <div id="bearings2"> <<crossroads #bearings2>> <<path $CC.wealth gt 3 || $CC.spoiled == true>> "Not gunna lie, Jordan. I don't need to. I'm here to enjoy myself, not work." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't wealthy enough or spoiled. <<contents>> <<set $GY.job = false>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <br><br> "Oh, sick! Good for you. Wish I had that kinda parental backing. Who's doin' the main bankrolling? Pops?" I felt a flush in my face, a little embarassment from taking my situation for granted. And <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> had hit the nail on the head as to where the money was coming from, but had no clue //why// that was the case. <br><br> "Uh, yeah." My mind wandered a bit, suddenly concerned with whether the money was his or some like slush fund for agents that was tied to our bank account. Was missing Mom the one paying for me gallivanting around the world? Yeah, now I felt extra bad about it. <br><br> "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm sure that's like...the ''right'' way to do this. I'm just crazy. Or dumb. Or both." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel was suddenly off. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> cock was at odds with his body. Sure, it was a lanky length like he was, but he was no Slim Jim. Just hanging there, no hint of being chubbed, his girth rivalled what most guys got to when they were fully erect. <br><br> "You. Didn't." I choked out. For a guy not trying to make me uncomfortable, just letting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self hang out within an hour of meeting me like we were guys in the locker room? Either <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> __was__ trying to make me uncomfortable, didn't realize, or didn't care. <br><br> "Cool. Yeah. So, like...what would you say is your like...main goal for your European 'Vacation'?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> chuckled at his joke, or at me being unable to keep my eyes off his dick. He tossed the towel aside, starting to unpack himself, just leaving his full self to air dry. Yeah, total locker room behavior. <br><br> <<include "GY004 - Bearings_Goals">> <<path>> "Yeah, something like that. Just hope I can keep a roof over my head!" <<contents>> <<set $GY.job = true>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <br><br> "Yeah, didn't have much support from my parents either. Who was more pissed? Pops, I bet." I felt a flush in my face, <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> had hit the nail on the head as to where the money was coming from, but had no clue //why// that was the case. <br><br> "Uh, yeah." My mind wandered a bit, suddenly concerned with whether he'd be okay while I was out gallivanting around the world? Yeah, now I felt extra bad about it. <br><br> "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm sure this isn't like...the ''right'' way to do this. But, I'm just crazy. Or dumb. Or both. Glad to have found a kindred spirit." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> smiled, leaning forward to give me high five and I couldn't deny him. Even chuckled a bit. Then I realized <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel was suddenly off. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> cock was at odds with his body. Sure, it was a lanky length like he was, but he was no Slim Jim. Just hanging there, no hint of being chubbed, his girth rivalled what most guys got to when they were fully erect. <br><br> "You. Didn't." I choked out. For a guy not trying to make me uncomfortable, just letting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self hang out within an hour of meeting me like we were guys in the locker room? Either <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> __was__ trying to make me uncomfortable, didn't realize, or didn't care. <br><br> "Cool. Yeah. So, like...what would you say is your like...main goal for your European 'Vacation'?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> chuckled at his joke, or at me being unable to keep my eyes off his dick. He tossed the towel aside, starting to unpack himself, just leaving his full self to air dry. Yeah, total locker room behavior. <br><br> <<include "GY004 - Bearings_Goals">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> "...just going where the wind takes me." <<contents>> <<set $GY.location = 2>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <br><br> "Yeah, that sounds like a great plan." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded, fingers sliding through his hair, bending at the waist as <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> tugged through them and shook <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head, drying off like a dog. Huh. Weird response. I wondered whether <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> was making plans based on mine. Or that ours lined up? Or maybe I was just reading too much into what <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> said. No way to really tell, yet. "Thanks again for letting me bunk up with you. I guess I really shoulda done a bit more planning before just jumping on a plane." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> laughed, swinging <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head back, one hand precariously holding onto the front knot of <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel while <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> other worked the back-length hair into its place bundled at the top of <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head. Huh. Just letting it dry up like that. Probably would still be moist in time for the next shower. "Hell, I barely brought enough cash with me. I was planning on seeing what odds and ends jobs I might be able to pick up. Maybe bug Nonna for a gig or two?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> tone invited me to divulge my plans for paying my way through my Eurotrip. <div id="bearings2"> <<crossroads #bearings2>> <<path $CC.wealth gt 3 || $CC.spoiled == true>> "Not gunna lie, Jordan. I don't need to. I'm here to enjoy myself, not work." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't wealthy enough or spoiled. <<contents>> <<set $GY.job = false>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <br><br> "Oh, sick! Good for you. Wish I had that kinda parental backing. Who's doin' the main bankrolling? Pops?" I felt a flush in my face, a little embarassment from taking my situation for granted. And <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> had hit the nail on the head as to where the money was coming from, but had no clue //why// that was the case. <br><br> "Uh, yeah." My mind wandered a bit, suddenly concerned with whether the money was his or some like slush fund for agents that was tied to our bank account. Was missing Mom the one paying for me gallivanting around the world? Yeah, now I felt extra bad about it. <br><br> "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm sure that's like...the ''right'' way to do this. I'm just crazy. Or dumb. Or both." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel was suddenly off. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> cock was at odds with his body. Sure, it was a lanky length like he was, but he was no Slim Jim. Just hanging there, no hint of being chubbed, his girth rivalled what most guys got to when they were fully erect. <br><br> "You. Didn't." I choked out. For a guy not trying to make me uncomfortable, just letting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self hang out within an hour of meeting me like we were guys in the locker room? Either <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> __was__ trying to make me uncomfortable, didn't realize, or didn't care. <br><br> "Cool. Yeah. So, like...what would you say is your like...main goal for your European 'Vacation'?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> chuckled at his joke, or at me being unable to keep my eyes off his dick. He tossed the towel aside, starting to unpack himself, just leaving his full self to air dry. Yeah, total locker room behavior. <br><br> <<include "GY004 - Bearings_Goals">> <<path>> "Yeah, something like that. Just hope I can keep a roof over my head!" <<contents>> <<set $GY.job = true>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <br><br> "Yeah, didn't have much support from my parents either. Who was more pissed? Pops, I bet." I felt a flush in my face, <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> had hit the nail on the head as to where the money was coming from, but had no clue //why// that was the case. <br><br> "Uh, yeah." My mind wandered a bit, suddenly concerned with whether he'd be okay while I was out gallivanting around the world? Yeah, now I felt extra bad about it. <br><br> "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm sure this isn't like...the ''right'' way to do this. But, I'm just crazy. Or dumb. Or both. Glad to have found a kindred spirit." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> smiled, leaning forward to give me high five and I couldn't deny him. Even chuckled a bit. Then I realized <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel was suddenly off. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> cock was at odds with his body. Sure, it was a lanky length like he was, but he was no Slim Jim. Just hanging there, no hint of being chubbed, his girth rivalled what most guys got to when they were fully erect. <br><br> "You. Didn't." I choked out. For a guy not trying to make me uncomfortable, just letting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self hang out within an hour of meeting me like we were guys in the locker room? Either <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> __was__ trying to make me uncomfortable, didn't realize, or didn't care. <br><br> "Cool. Yeah. So, like...what would you say is your like...main goal for your European 'Vacation'?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> chuckled at his joke, or at me being unable to keep my eyes off his dick. He tossed the towel aside, starting to unpack himself, just leaving his full self to air dry. Yeah, total locker room behavior. <br><br> <<include "GY004 - Bearings_Goals">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> "...using this as my home base." <<contents>> <<set $GY.location = 3>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <br><br> "Yeah, that sounds like a great plan." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded, fingers sliding through his hair, bending at the waist as <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> tugged through them and shook <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head, drying off like a dog. Huh. Weird response. I wondered whether <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> was making plans based on mine. Or that ours lined up? Or maybe I was just reading too much into what <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> said. No way to really tell, yet. "Thanks again for letting me bunk up with you. I guess I really shoulda done a bit more planning before just jumping on a plane." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> laughed, swinging <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head back, one hand precariously holding onto the front knot of <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel while <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> other worked the back-length hair into its place bundled at the top of <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head. Huh. Just letting it dry up like that. Probably would still be moist in time for the next shower. "Hell, I barely brought enough cash with me. I was planning on seeing what odds and ends jobs I might be able to pick up. Maybe bug Nonna for a gig or two?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> tone invited me to divulge my plans for paying my way through my Eurotrip. <div id="bearings2"> <<crossroads #bearings2>> <<path $CC.wealth gt 3 || $CC.spoiled == true>> "Not gunna lie, Jordan. I don't need to. I'm here to enjoy myself, not work." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't wealthy enough or spoiled. <<contents>> <<set $GY.job = false>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <br><br> "Oh, sick! Good for you. Wish I had that kinda parental backing. Who's doin' the main bankrolling? Pops?" I felt a flush in my face, a little embarassment from taking my situation for granted. And <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> had hit the nail on the head as to where the money was coming from, but had no clue //why// that was the case. <br><br> "Uh, yeah." My mind wandered a bit, suddenly concerned with whether the money was his or some like slush fund for agents that was tied to our bank account. Was missing Mom the one paying for me gallivanting around the world? Yeah, now I felt extra bad about it. <br><br> "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm sure that's like...the ''right'' way to do this. I'm just crazy. Or dumb. Or both." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel was suddenly off. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> cock was at odds with his body. Sure, it was a lanky length like he was, but he was no Slim Jim. Just hanging there, no hint of being chubbed, his girth rivalled what most guys got to when they were fully erect. <br><br> "You. Didn't." I choked out. For a guy not trying to make me uncomfortable, just letting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self hang out within an hour of meeting me like we were guys in the locker room? Either <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> __was__ trying to make me uncomfortable, didn't realize, or didn't care. <br><br> "Cool. Yeah. So, like...what would you say is your like...main goal for your European 'Vacation'?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> chuckled at his joke, or at me being unable to keep my eyes off his dick. He tossed the towel aside, starting to unpack himself, just leaving his full self to air dry. Yeah, total locker room behavior. <br><br> <<include "GY004 - Bearings_Goals">> <<path>> "Yeah, something like that. Just hope I can keep a roof over my head!" <<contents>> <<set $GY.job = true>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <br><br> "Yeah, didn't have much support from my parents either. Who was more pissed? Pops, I bet." I felt a flush in my face, <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> had hit the nail on the head as to where the money was coming from, but had no clue //why// that was the case. <br><br> "Uh, yeah." My mind wandered a bit, suddenly concerned with whether he'd be okay while I was out gallivanting around the world? Yeah, now I felt extra bad about it. <br><br> "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm sure this isn't like...the ''right'' way to do this. But, I'm just crazy. Or dumb. Or both. Glad to have found a kindred spirit." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> smiled, leaning forward to give me high five and I couldn't deny him. Even chuckled a bit. Then I realized <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel was suddenly off. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> cock was at odds with his body. Sure, it was a lanky length like he was, but he was no Slim Jim. Just hanging there, no hint of being chubbed, his girth rivalled what most guys got to when they were fully erect. <br><br> "You. Didn't." I choked out. For a guy not trying to make me uncomfortable, just letting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self hang out within an hour of meeting me like we were guys in the locker room? Either <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> __was__ trying to make me uncomfortable, didn't realize, or didn't care. <br><br> "Cool. Yeah. So, like...what would you say is your like...main goal for your European 'Vacation'?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> chuckled at his joke, or at me being unable to keep my eyes off his dick. He tossed the towel aside, starting to unpack himself, just leaving his full self to air dry. Yeah, total locker room behavior. <br><br> <<include "GY004 - Bearings_Goals">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> "So, Rome your only stopover?" Jordan startled me slightly upon <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> re-entry to the room. I'd need to get used to that, if I'd be sharing housing accommodations so intimately for the substantial portion of the year. A towel was tied around <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> waist, wet length of hair draped to one side of <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head revealing how long it was when not tied up. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> had a kind of Suicide Girl/Grunge/Rock thing going on. Couldn't quite place exactly what the right category was, but she had the tatts. And she seemed unconcerned with 'typical' body standards, living in the shape she was born in, skinny without much definition. I wondered whether <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>>'d ever seen the inside of a gym. <br><br> "Oh, well, I was planning on..." I shrugged, looking away from <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> and focusing back on my packing. <div id ="bearings"> /* TODO crossroads - nested */ "...seeing all the <<link "major sights">><<replace "#bearings">> <<set $GY.location = 1>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <br><br> "Yeah, that sounds like a great plan." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded, fingers sliding through <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> hair, bending at the waist as <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> tugged through them and shook <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head, drying off like a dog. Oh, <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> had pit hair too, yeah, she marched to the beat of her own drummer. Huh. Weird response. I wondered whether <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> was making plans based on mine. Or that ours lined up? Or maybe I was just reading too much into what <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> said. No way to really tell, yet. "Thanks again for letting me bunk up with you. I guess I really shoulda done a bit more planning before just jumping on a plane." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> laughed, swinging <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head back, one hand precariously holding onto the front knot of <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel while <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> other worked the back-length hair into its place bundled at the top of <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head. Huh. Just letting it dry up like that. Probably would still be moist in time for the next shower. "Hell, I barely brought enough cash with me. I was planning on seeing what odds and ends jobs I might be able to pick up. Maybe bug Nonna for a gig or two?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> tone invited me to divulge my plans for paying my way through my Eurotrip. <br><br> /* TODO Mira - path instead of linkreplace */ <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 || $CC.spoiled == true>> "Not gunna lie, Jordan. I don't need to. I'm here to enjoy myself, <<link "not work">><<replace "#bearings">> <<set $GY.job = false>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> "Oh, sick! Good for you. Wish I had that kinda parental backing. Who's doin' the main bankrolling? Pops?" I felt a flush in my face, a little embarassment from taking my situation for granted. And <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> had hit the nail on the head as to where the money was coming from, but had no clue //why// that was the case. <br><br> "Uh, yeah." My mind wandered a bit, suddenly concerned with whether the money was his or some like slush fund for agents that was tied to our bank account. Was missing Mom the one paying for me gallivanting around the world? Yeah, now I felt extra bad about it. <br><br> "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm sure that's like...the ''right'' way to do this. I'm just crazy. Or dumb. Or both." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel was suddenly off. She had a chestplate tattoo that sat between her ant-bite size breasts. And, unsurprisingly, while she wasn't rocking a jungle, she had a full, lightly manicured bush. <br><br> "You. Didn't." I choked out. For a girl not trying to make me uncomfortable, just letting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self hang out within an hour of meeting me like we were friends in the locker room? Either <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> __was__ trying to make me uncomfortable, didn't realize, or didn't care. <br><br> "Cool. Yeah. So, like...what would you say is your like...main goal for your European 'Vacation'?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> chuckled at <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> joke, or at me being unable to keep my eyes off <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> body. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> tossed the towel aside, starting to unpack <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self, just leaving <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> full self to air dry. Yeah, total locker room behavior. <br><br> <<include "GY004 - Bearings_Goals">> <</replace>><</link>> ." <br> <</if>> "Yeah, something like <<link "that">><<replace "#bearings">> <<set $GY.job = true>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> "Yeah, didn't have much support from my parents either. Who was more pissed? Pops, I bet." I felt a flush in my face, <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> had hit the nail on the head as to where the money was coming from, but had no clue //why// that was the case. <br><br> "Uh, yeah." My mind wandered a bit, suddenly concerned with whether he'd be okay while I was out gallivanting around the world? Yeah, now I felt extra bad about it. <br><br> "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm sure this isn't like...the ''right'' way to do this. But, I'm just crazy. Or dumb. Or both. Glad to have found a kindred spirit." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> smiled, leaning forward to give me high five and I couldn't deny him. Even chuckled a bit. Then I realized <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel was suddenly off. She had a chestplate tattoo that sat between her ant-bite size breasts. And, unsurprisingly, while she wasn't rocking a jungle, she had a full, lightly manicured bush. <br><br> "You. Didn't." I choked out. For a girl not trying to make me uncomfortable, just letting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self hang out within an hour of meeting me like we were friends in the locker room? Either <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> __was__ trying to make me uncomfortable, didn't realize, or didn't care. <br><br> "Cool. Yeah. So, like...what would you say is your like...main goal for your European 'Vacation'?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> chuckled at <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> joke, or at me being unable to keep my eyes off <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> body. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> tossed the towel aside, starting to unpack <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self, just leaving <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> full self to air dry. Yeah, total locker room behavior. <br><br> <<include "GY004 - Bearings_Goals">> <</replace>><</link>>. Just hope I can keep a roof over my head!" <br> <</replace>><</link>>. <br> ...just going where the <<link "wind takes me">><<replace "#bearings">> <<set $GY.location = 2>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <br><br> "Yeah, that sounds like a great plan." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded, fingers sliding through his hair, bending at the waist as <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> tugged through them and shook <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head, drying off like a dog. Huh. Weird response. I wondered whether <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> was making plans based on mine. Or that ours lined up? Or maybe I was just reading too much into what <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> said. No way to really tell, yet. "Thanks again for letting me bunk up with you. I guess I really shoulda done a bit more planning before just jumping on a plane." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> laughed, swinging <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head back, one hand precariously holding onto the front knot of <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel while <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> other worked the back-length hair into its place bundled at the top of <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head. Huh. Just letting it dry up like that. Probably would still be moist in time for the next shower. "Hell, I barely brought enough cash with me. I was planning on seeing what odds and ends jobs I might be able to pick up. Maybe bug Nonna for a gig or two?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> tone invited me to divulge my plans for paying my way through my Eurotrip. <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 || $CC.spoiled == true>> "Not gunna lie, Jordan. I don't need to. I'm here to enjoy myself, <<link "not work">><<replace "#bearings">> <<set $GY.job = false>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> "Oh, sick! Good for you. Wish I had that kinda parental backing. Who's doin' the main bankrolling? Pops?" I felt a flush in my face, a little embarassment from taking my situation for granted. And <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> had hit the nail on the head as to where the money was coming from, but had no clue //why// that was the case. <br><br> "Uh, yeah." My mind wandered a bit, suddenly concerned with whether the money was his or some like slush fund for agents that was tied to our bank account. Was missing Mom the one paying for me gallivanting around the world? Yeah, now I felt extra bad about it. <br><br> "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm sure that's like...the ''right'' way to do this. I'm just crazy. Or dumb. Or both." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel was suddenly off. She had a chestplate tattoo that sat between her ant-bite size breasts. And, unsurprisingly, while she wasn't rocking a jungle, she had a full, lightly manicured bush. <br><br> "You. Didn't." I choked out. For a girl not trying to make me uncomfortable, just letting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self hang out within an hour of meeting me like we were friends in the locker room? Either <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> __was__ trying to make me uncomfortable, didn't realize, or didn't care. <br><br> "Cool. Yeah. So, like...what would you say is your like...main goal for your European 'Vacation'?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> chuckled at <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> joke, or at me being unable to keep my eyes off <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> body. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> tossed the towel aside, starting to unpack <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self, just leaving <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> full self to air dry. Yeah, total locker room behavior. <br><br> <<include "GY004 - Bearings_Goals">> <</replace>><</link>> ." <br> <</if>> "Yeah, something like <<link "that">><<replace "#bearings">> <<set $GY.job = true>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> "Yeah, didn't have much support from my parents either. Who was more pissed? Pops, I bet." I felt a flush in my face, <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> had hit the nail on the head as to where the money was coming from, but had no clue //why// that was the case. <br><br> "Uh, yeah." My mind wandered a bit, suddenly concerned with whether he'd be okay while I was out gallivanting around the world? Yeah, now I felt extra bad about it. <br><br> "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm sure this isn't like...the ''right'' way to do this. But, I'm just crazy. Or dumb. Or both. Glad to have found a kindred spirit." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> smiled, leaning forward to give me high five and I couldn't deny him. Even chuckled a bit. Then I realized <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel was suddenly off. She had a chestplate tattoo that sat between her ant-bite size breasts. And, unsurprisingly, while she wasn't rocking a jungle, she had a full, lightly manicured bush. <br><br> "You. Didn't." I choked out. For a girl not trying to make me uncomfortable, just letting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self hang out within an hour of meeting me like we were friends in the locker room? Either <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> __was__ trying to make me uncomfortable, didn't realize, or didn't care. <br><br> "Cool. Yeah. So, like...what would you say is your like...main goal for your European 'Vacation'?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> chuckled at <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> joke, or at me being unable to keep my eyes off <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> body. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> tossed the towel aside, starting to unpack <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self, just leaving <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> full self to air dry. Yeah, total locker room behavior. <br><br> <<include "GY004 - Bearings_Goals">> <</replace>><</link>>. Just hope I can keep a roof over my head!" <br> <</replace>><</link>>. <br> ...using this as my <<link "home base">><<replace "#bearings">> <<set $GY.location = 3>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <br><br> "Yeah, that sounds like a great plan." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded, fingers sliding through his hair, bending at the waist as <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> tugged through them and shook <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head, drying off like a dog. Huh. Weird response. I wondered whether <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> was making plans based on mine. Or that ours lined up? Or maybe I was just reading too much into what <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> said. No way to really tell, yet. "Thanks again for letting me bunk up with you. I guess I really shoulda done a bit more planning before just jumping on a plane." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> laughed, swinging <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head back, one hand precariously holding onto the front knot of <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel while <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> other worked the back-length hair into its place bundled at the top of <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> head. Huh. Just letting it dry up like that. Probably would still be moist in time for the next shower. "Hell, I barely brought enough cash with me. I was planning on seeing what odds and ends jobs I might be able to pick up. Maybe bug Nonna for a gig or two?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> tone invited me to divulge my plans for paying my way through my Eurotrip. <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 || $CC.spoiled == true>> "Not gunna lie, Jordan. I don't need to. I'm here to enjoy myself, <<link "not work">><<replace "#bearings">> <<set $GY.job = false>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> "Oh, sick! Good for you. Wish I had that kinda parental backing. Who's doin' the main bankrolling? Pops?" I felt a flush in my face, a little embarassment from taking my situation for granted. And <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> had hit the nail on the head as to where the money was coming from, but had no clue //why// that was the case. <br><br> "Uh, yeah." My mind wandered a bit, suddenly concerned with whether the money was his or some like slush fund for agents that was tied to our bank account. Was missing Mom the one paying for me gallivanting around the world? Yeah, now I felt extra bad about it. <br><br> "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm sure that's like...the ''right'' way to do this. I'm just crazy. Or dumb. Or both." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel was suddenly off. She had a chestplate tattoo that sat between her ant-bite size breasts. And, unsurprisingly, while she wasn't rocking a jungle, she had a full, lightly manicured bush. <br><br> "You. Didn't." I choked out. For a girl not trying to make me uncomfortable, just letting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self hang out within an hour of meeting me like we were friends in the locker room? Either <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> __was__ trying to make me uncomfortable, didn't realize, or didn't care. <br><br> "Cool. Yeah. So, like...what would you say is your like...main goal for your European 'Vacation'?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> chuckled at <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> joke, or at me being unable to keep my eyes off <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> body. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> tossed the towel aside, starting to unpack <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self, just leaving <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> full self to air dry. Yeah, total locker room behavior. <br><br> <<include "GY004 - Bearings_Goals">> <</replace>><</link>> ." <br> <</if>> "Yeah, something like <<link "that">><<replace "#bearings">> <<set $GY.job = true>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> "Yeah, didn't have much support from my parents either. Who was more pissed? Pops, I bet." I felt a flush in my face, <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> had hit the nail on the head as to where the money was coming from, but had no clue //why// that was the case. <br><br> "Uh, yeah." My mind wandered a bit, suddenly concerned with whether he'd be okay while I was out gallivanting around the world? Yeah, now I felt extra bad about it. <br><br> "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm sure this isn't like...the ''right'' way to do this. But, I'm just crazy. Or dumb. Or both. Glad to have found a kindred spirit." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> smiled, leaning forward to give me high five and I couldn't deny him. Even chuckled a bit. Then I realized <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel was suddenly off. She had a chestplate tattoo that sat between her ant-bite size breasts. And, unsurprisingly, while she wasn't rocking a jungle, she had a full, lightly manicured bush. <br><br> "You. Didn't." I choked out. For a girl not trying to make me uncomfortable, just letting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self hang out within an hour of meeting me like we were friends in the locker room? Either <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> __was__ trying to make me uncomfortable, didn't realize, or didn't care. <br><br> "Cool. Yeah. So, like...what would you say is your like...main goal for your European 'Vacation'?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> chuckled at <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> joke, or at me being unable to keep my eyes off <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> body. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> tossed the towel aside, starting to unpack <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self, just leaving <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> full self to air dry. Yeah, total locker room behavior. <br><br> <<include "GY004 - Bearings_Goals">> <</replace>><</link>>. Just hope I can keep a roof over my head!" <br> <</replace>><</link>>." </div> <</if>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<crossroads #bearings0>> <<path>> "Broaden my horizons? Ya know, learn and see things I might never otherwise?" <<contents>> <<set $GY.goal = 1>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> "Kinda like a semester abroad. Sick." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded, not offering <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> own plans, and wordlessly leaving what felt like the next most important decision for me. <div id="bearings-inner"> <<crossroads #bearings-inner>> <<path>> Were we going to be platonic backpacking buddies... <<contents>> <<set $GY.Jordan = false>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> <br><br> "I'm gonna...go take a shower," barely getting those words out of the tightness in my throat. <br><br> "Sure. Yeah. Water's great. Surprising, right?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> laughed, letting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>himself<<else>>herself<</if>> shake in the places and the ways that <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> could. <br><br> I tried to leave the room as naturally as possible. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>His<<else>>Her<</if>> reaction. Was <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> expecting me to just climb right into bed with <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>? Not that I didn't //want// to. Well, maybe I didn't want to. Or maybe I did. I'd wrestle with those thoughts eventually, but I wasn't //going// to. I pulled the plastic curtain aside, rings shuddering along an old pipe and I began to <<linkexpand "disrobe">> <<outfit naked>> disrobe. <br><br><br> I jumped a bit at the water. "Water's great"? Bullshit. That's frigid. My nipples erect, hell -- every hair follicle was raised. I shook my head and sighed, waiting for the water to warm up. I needed a cold shower anyway. While my decision had been the sane one, the sensible one, the considered one, my body was making a distinct argument against me. <br><br> Grunting, I rolled my hips. The water was warming. My desire to fuck had not cooled. My mind flickered right back, unbidden, to Jordan from moments before. Now I was naked like <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> was. <br><br> My hips rolled again, this time rolling right into my fingertips that had somehow found their way to between my thighs. Okay. I patted <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">>the tangle of hair that was starting to flatten and dampen against the skin beneath<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>the patch of hair that had begun to dampen as the water coursed down to meet it<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>the tuft of hair that was starting to moisten as the water occasionally coursed into it<<else>>the freshly smooth skin on the top of my mound<</if>> I give up. You aren't getting laid, but you can have the next best thing. <br><br> Fingertips led the way, practiced and ready to quench the need. Hell, I needed to relax after the flight anyway. I tried to push Jordan's image from my mind as my fingers pushed into the supple clutch inside of myself. Knuckles deep, I dug, trying to reach the thing that was calling to me. Further, faster. My other hand had found my breast, nipple now hard not from the water -- it was good water now that it was hot: not as hot as the flesh around my fingers, but hot all the same -- but hard from my arousal. <br><br> My legs quivered, up on tiptoes and the ball of the other foot as I contorted myself into something that felt the best, that let me reach, that let me release. I felt the jiggle and shake of my titflesh in my hand with each shudder and contraction of my body. <br><br> The top of my palm caressed my peeking clit, my palm rubbing and pressing down on my mound and lower stomach. I was grabbing myself between the legs as my fingers thrust and rotated. I couldn't help but nod, as if guiding myself to the promised lands. Feeling the peak nearing and retreating in pulsing waves. I held my breath. My hand clutched hard at my breast, harder on my pubic bone. My heartbeat pounded in my head, throbbed around my inserted fingers. I could feel the honeyed moisture that was clearly not the shower. That was clearly mine. <br><br> I whimpered and shuddered, biting back the noise as best I could. I tugged my fingers out of myself before I pushed myself too far. I didn't know how soundproof this was, I didn't know how loud the water was, I didn't know how loud I was about to be. The explosion of pleasurable warmth was tingling out to my limbs as I kept a good handle on my volume and began to recover, panting and spattering the tiles with water. I felt it spattering back against my face instantly. I was leaning my head against the wall. <br><br> Jerking back quickly, I nearly fell out of the shower, a tumble of ecstatic and uncontrollable body and moving too fast for how wet everything was. <br><br> I began to laugh, clutching at the edge of the tub and raising myself up. I gave a hard look to the tiles, wondering how clean they were, how many people had showered there. The grout looked clean. Turning the water off and extricating myself from a near-death little death, I hoped it was as clean as I thought. <br><br> Laughter became a contented sigh as I dried myself off, whether it was suddenly nearly dead or the need beaten back, it didn't matter. I felt //great//. <br><br><br> I rubbed the coarse towel firmly against my face just in case, and then grabbed my things and made my way back to the room. Now, with a thankfully clear [[mind|GY004 - Rome]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> ...or were we really going to start saving cash by sharing bunks from the get-go? <<contents>> <<set $GY.Jordan = true>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <br><br> "I'm gonna...take a shower...after," barely getting those words out of the tightness in my throat. <br><br> "Sure. After..." He smiled, my tone...or probably my eyes betraying me. His cock had begun to lift, a single pulse away from his body and elevating in preparation. <br><br> "Oh come off it, Jordan. You always just hang out naked with people you don't know?" My hand had found his cock, giving it a slow stroke as I spoke. I felt it engorging and pressing out at my fingers gaining more girth and making it difficult to get my hand fully around it. <br><br> His eyes fluttered and he moaned, immediately putty in my hands after he had been playing with me moments before, "You don't. Know. That. I don't." He chuckled, his hands sliding down my body and beginning to <<linkexpand "undress me">> <<outfit naked>> undress me. <br><br><br> "This gonna make traveling together awkward?" His hardness poked at my stomach with each stroke of my hand, feeling some of his sticky precum making where he tapped. <br><br> "Doesn't. Feel. Awkward. To me." He smiled devilishly tugging me onto his?...my?...our? bed. His hand now turning the tables on me and making me gasp and clutch and the threadbare blanket. I wondered if Nonna thought of us as together and if this would be a surprise. Would she hear us? What was Jordan rooting around for. Oh. Prepared. <br><br> I was looking down between my parted thighs, his palm flat between them, fingers curling and stroking in time with the motion of his other hand as he worked the condom over his prodigious thickness. Then he grabbed me and rolled me over onto my stomach. <br><br> A part of me hated the disconnect on a first hook-up, a part of me thankful for it to try and keep things simpler? I felt him climb over me like a large grasshopper, the largest part digging between my thighs for me. I wasn't exactly keen on going from solo to handcuffed -- ffuckkkk! <br><br> My feet kipped up and then smacked down against the bed hard, I felt like my mound was being shoved inside me, "W-wait. Jeeeesus, Jordan." <br><br> "Sorry. Yeah, a little too eager." I felt him rolling back and reaching in his bag again. <br><br> "I'll take that as a compliment?" Trying to laugh it off, half-looking back over my shoulder and then feeling the coolness as he squirted lube between my legs and could tell he was applying to himself as well, "Super prepared. Need that a lot?" <br><br> "Every time." And a hand was between my shoulder blades, holding me down. Still felt like I was being pushed into myself, but gladly had the lubrication now. Every time? Why wasn't it a habit like the condom? I grunted out, feeling my heartbeat in my eyes, flat on the mattress as slowly, but with practiced firmness he crammed that thing inside me. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> My toes curled. Simply putting it in, I was cumming. The heartbeat swelled and they went blank as I jerked underneath him, but held still -- maybe practiced -- as I rode it out. I think I heard him chuckle. <</if>> <br><br> Talk about handcuffed. As his hips met my ass and I felt him arch up, more pressure on the hand on my upper back, he grunted out deeply. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>> "Jeeesus, <<print $CC.name>>." I could feel his log pulsing inside me, "You're ''small''." <br><br> "Every time," my turn to surprise. <</if>> <br><br> A moment. The length of his wet hair long enough to brush and tickle at my side. I think I could feel the springs digging at me through the mattress. God, this was not going to be a comfortable time for rest. And he was thrusting. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>>I dug my chin into the bed, pressing my face against it as the first strike at my depths set me off, "Atta girl."<</if>> <br><br> The Spartan bed squeaked as I felt the skin and bones banging against me, driving his pride inside me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>>He could be proud, but god-damn if it wasn't killing me: even with a normal length, feeling his massive head pounding squarely at my cervix was torture and I honestly think part of my mound //was// pushed inside with each stroke, lube or nah. Designed in opposites him and me, I felt the barest sparks of pleasure as my pussy screamed at me.<<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy')>>He could be proud, but god-damn this was un//com//fortable. Kinda designed to fit far different people him and I, my body was in a dispute between pain and pleasure.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy') || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy', 'Good Intercourse') || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Intercourse')>>It was over __quick__. I was too much for him. I don't think Nonna had time to confirm or deny us being together before he was bearing down on my ass and growling deeply, rolling his hips against me, "Shit. Your. Fuckin'. Pussy. Gaw-damn, gurl." <br><br> "Monster met his match." I laughed out as I felt him dismounting and pulling out of me, feeling nearly like he was taking inside and making it outside. I'd really need to think twice about that in the future. Looking good and feeling good aren't always the same thing, especially if I made him nut that quickly. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>>Luckily, I was a fuckin mess myself, panting and whimpering, feeling like I was melting through the box spring.<</if>> <br><br> I rolled myself off the bed, both of us huffing. He was disposing the condom, I was grabbing a towel and wobbling my way to the shower as my body tried to understand what he had done to it. <br><br><br> Welp. That was certainly one way to kick Europe off with a [[bang|GY004 - Rome]]. <<else>> I huffed as he hit against me, I couldn't think about the headboard announcing to the house what was going on...I was cumming on that thing that certainly drove home things //are// bigger in Texas. And he rode me through it, unrelenting as my cunt grabbed and clenched at him sporadically, certainly as hard for him to drive that thing into a spasming snatch as it was for me to take it. <br><br> He teeth gritted, determined, he was driving home, erratically. I don't know how long, my orgasms...one long one? Interconnected? but I don't think it was more than a typical length of a fuck, much more likely less, but he was cumming too. He bore down on my ass, growling deeply, rolling his hips as his cock filled the condom inside me. I could feel each pulse down his underside against my g-spot, my lips being swelled outward before each blast of his load. <br><br> And then he dismounted, pulling out of me, feeling nearly like he was taking inside and making it outside. I'd really need to think twice about that in the future. Looking good and feeling good aren't always the same thing, especially if I made him nut that quickly. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>>Luckily, I was a fuckin mess myself, panting and whimpering, feeling like I was melting through the box spring.<</if>> <br><br> I rolled myself off the bed, both of us huffing. He was disposing the condom, I was grabbing a towel and wobbling my way to the shower as my body tried to understand what he had done to it. <br><br><br> Welp. That was certainly one way to kick Europe off with a [[bang|GY004 - Rome]]. <</if>> <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Jordan, my backpacking buddy">> And that's how I lost my virginity. <<else>> <<addBody Jordan M "Jordan, my backpacking buddy">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> He was naked. The offer was there. Intended or not. </div> <<path>> "Just have a good time. Didn't want to jump into...more school, or life...ya know?" <<contents>> <<set $GY.goal = 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> "Yeah! Exactly. Europeans definitely know how to party, right?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded, seemed like that aligned with <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>his<<else>>her<</if>> plans pretty well, and wordlessly <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> was leaving what felt like the next most important decision for me. <div id="bearings-inner"> <<crossroads #bearings-inner>> <<path>> Were we going to be platonic backpacking buddies... <<contents>> <<set $GY.Jordan = false>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> <br><br> "I'm gonna...go take a shower," barely getting those words out of the tightness in my throat. <br><br> "Sure. Yeah. Water's great. Surprising, right?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> laughed, letting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>himself<<else>>herself<</if>> shake in the places and the ways that <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> could. <br><br> I tried to leave the room as naturally as possible. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>His<<else>>Her<</if>> reaction. Was <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> expecting me to just climb right into bed with <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>? Not that I didn't //want// to. Well, maybe I didn't want to. Or maybe I did. I'd wrestle with those thoughts eventually, but I wasn't //going// to. I pulled the plastic curtain aside, rings shuddering along an old pipe and I began to <<linkexpand "disrobe...">> <<outfit naked>>disrobe. <br><br><br> I jumped a bit at the water. "Water's great"? Bullshit. That's frigid. My nipples erect, hell -- every hair follicle was raised. I shook my head and sighed, waiting for the water to warm up. I needed a cold shower anyway. While my decision had been the sane one, the sensible one, the considered one, my body was making a distinct argument against me. <br><br> Grunting, I rolled my hips. The water was warming. My desire to fuck had not cooled. My mind flickered right back, unbidden, to Jordan from moments before. Now I was naked like <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> was. <br><br> My hips rolled again, this time rolling right into my fingertips that had somehow found their way to between my thighs. Okay. I patted <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">>the tangle of hair that was starting to flatten and dampen against the skin beneath<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>the patch of hair that had begun to dampen as the water coursed down to meet it<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>the tuft of hair that was starting to moisten as the water occasionally coursed into it<<else>>the freshly smooth skin on the top of my mound<</if>> I give up. You aren't getting laid, but you can have the next best thing. <br><br> Fingertips led the way, practiced and ready to quench the need. Hell, I needed to relax after the flight anyway. I tried to push Jordan's image from my mind as my fingers pushed into the supple clutch inside of myself. Knuckles deep, I dug, trying to reach the thing that was calling to me. Further, faster. My other hand had found my breast, nipple now hard not from the water -- it was good water now that it was hot: not as hot as the flesh around my fingers, but hot all the same -- but hard from my arousal. <br><br> My legs quivered, up on tiptoes and the ball of the other foot as I contorted myself into something that felt the best, that let me reach, that let me release. I felt the jiggle and shake of my titflesh in my hand with each shudder and contraction of my body. <br><br> The top of my palm caressed my peeking clit, my palm rubbing and pressing down on my mound and lower stomach. I was grabbing myself between the legs as my fingers thrust and rotated. I couldn't help but nod, as if guiding myself to the promised lands. Feeling the peak nearing and retreating in pulsing waves. I held my breath. My hand clutched hard at my breast, harder on my pubic bone. My heartbeat pounded in my head, throbbed around my inserted fingers. I could feel the honeyed moisture that was clearly not the shower. That was clearly mine. <br><br> I whimpered and shuddered, biting back the noise as best I could. I tugged my fingers out of myself before I pushed myself too far. I didn't know how soundproof this was, I didn't know how loud the water was, I didn't know how loud I was about to be. The explosion of pleasurable warmth was tingling out to my limbs as I kept a good handle on my volume and began to recover, panting and spattering the tiles with water. I felt it spattering back against my face instantly. I was leaning my head against the wall. <br><br> Jerking back quickly, I nearly fell out of the shower, a tumble of ecstatic and uncontrollable body and moving too fast for how wet everything was. <br><br> I began to laugh, clutching at the edge of the tub and raising myself up. I gave a hard look to the tiles, wondering how clean they were, how many people had showered there. The grout looked clean. Turning the water off and extricating myself from a near-death little death, I hoped it was as clean as I thought. <br><br> Laughter became a contented sigh as I dried myself off, whether it was suddenly nearly dead or the need beaten back, it didn't matter. I felt //great//. <br><br><br> I rubbed the coarse towel firmly against my face just in case, and then grabbed my things and made my way back to the room. Now, with a thankfully clear [[mind|GY004 - Rome]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> ...or were we really going to start saving cash by sharing bunks from the get-go? <<contents>> <<set $GY.Jordan = true>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <br><br> "I'm gonna...take a shower...after," barely getting those words out of the tightness in my throat. <br><br> "Sure. After..." He smiled, my tone...or probably my eyes betraying me. His cock had begun to lift, a single pulse away from his body and elevating in preparation. <br><br> "Oh come off it, Jordan. You always just hang out naked with people you don't know?" My hand had found his cock, giving it a slow stroke as I spoke. I felt it engorging and pressing out at my fingers gaining more girth and making it difficult to get my hand fully around it. <br><br> His eyes fluttered and he moaned, immediately putty in my hands after he had been playing with me moments before, "You don't. Know. That. I don't." He chuckled, his hands sliding down my body and beginning to <<linkexpand "undres me">> <<outfit naked>>undress me. <br><br><br> "This gonna make traveling together awkward?" His hardness poked at my stomach with each stroke of my hand, feeling some of his sticky precum making where he tapped. <br><br> "Doesn't. Feel. Awkward. To me." He smiled devilishly tugging me onto his?...my?...our? bed. His hand now turning the tables on me and making me gasp and clutch and the threadbare blanket. I wondered if Nonna thought of us as together and if this would be a surprise. Would she hear us? What was Jordan rooting around for. Oh. Prepared. <br><br> I was looking down between my parted thighs, his palm flat between them, fingers curling and stroking in time with the motion of his other hand as he worked the condom over his prodigious thickness. Then he grabbed me and rolled me over onto my stomach. <br><br> A part of me hated the disconnect on a first hook-up, a part of me thankful for it to try and keep things simpler? I felt him climb over me like a large grasshopper, the largest part digging between my thighs for me. I wasn't exactly keen on going from solo to handcuffed -- ffuckkkk! <br><br> My feet kipped up and then smacked down against the bed hard, I felt like my mound was being shoved inside me, "W-wait. Jeeeesus, Jordan." <br><br> "Sorry. Yeah, a little too eager." I felt him rolling back and reaching in his bag again. <br><br> "I'll take that as a compliment?" Trying to laugh it off, half-looking back over my shoulder and then feeling the coolness as he squirted lube between my legs and could tell he was applying to himself as well, "Super prepared. Need that a lot?" <br><br> "Every time." And a hand was between my shoulder blades, holding me down. Still felt like I was being pushed into myself, but gladly had the lubrication now. Every time? Why wasn't it a habit like the condom? I grunted out, feeling my heartbeat in my eyes, flat on the mattress as slowly, but with practiced firmness he crammed that thing inside me. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> My toes curled. Simply putting it in, I was cumming. The heartbeat swelled and they went blank as I jerked underneath him, but held still -- maybe practiced -- as I rode it out. I think I heard him chuckle. <br><br> <</if>> Talk about handcuffed. As his hips met my ass and I felt him arch up, more pressure on the hand on my upper back, he grunted out deeply. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>> "Jeeesus, <<print $CC.name>>." I could feel his log pulsing inside me, "You're ''small''." <br><br> "Every time," my turn to surprise. <</if>> <br><br> A moment. The length of his wet hair long enough to brush and tickle at my side. I think I could feel the springs digging at me through the mattress. God, this was not going to be a comfortable time for rest. And he was thrusting. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>>I dug my chin into the bed, pressing my face against it as the first strike at my depths set me off, "Atta girl."<</if>> <br><br> The Spartan bed squeaked as I felt the skin and bones banging against me, driving his pride inside me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>>He could be proud, but god-damn if it wasn't killing me: even with a normal length, feeling his massive head pounding squarely at my cervix was torture and I honestly think part of my mound //was// pushed inside with each stroke, lube or nah. Designed in opposites him and me, I felt the barest sparks of pleasure as my pussy screamed at me.<<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy')>>He could be proud, but god-damn this was un//com//fortable. Kinda designed to fit far different people him and I, my body was in a dispute between pain and pleasure.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy') || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy', 'Good Intercourse') || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Intercourse')>>It was over __quick__. I was too much for him. I don't think Nonna had time to confirm or deny us being together before he was bearing down on my ass and growling deeply, rolling his hips against me, "Shit. Your. Fuckin'. Pussy. Gaw-damn, gurl." <br><br> "Monster met his match." I laughed out as I felt him dismounting and pulling out of me, feeling nearly like he was taking inside and making it outside. I'd really need to think twice about that in the future. Looking good and feeling good aren't always the same thing, especially if I made him nut that quickly. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>>Luckily, I was a fuckin mess myself, panting and whimpering, feeling like I was melting through the box spring.<</if>> <br><br> I rolled myself off the bed, both of us huffing. He was disposing the condom, I was grabbing a towel and wobbling my way to the shower as my body tried to understand what he had done to it. <br><br><br> Welp. That was certainly one way to kick Europe off with a [[bang|GY004 - Rome]]. <<else>> I huffed as he hit against me, I couldn't think about the headboard announcing to the house what was going on...I was cumming on that thing that certainly drove home things //are// bigger in Texas. And he rode me through it, unrelenting as my cunt grabbed and clenched at him sporadically, certainly as hard for him to drive that thing into a spasming snatch as it was for me to take it. <br><br> He teeth gritted, determined, he was driving home, erratically. I don't know how long, my orgasms...one long one? Interconnected? but I don't think it was more than a typical length of a fuck, much more likely less, but he was cumming too. He bore down on my ass, growling deeply, rolling his hips as his cock filled the condom inside me. I could feel each pulse down his underside against my g-spot, my lips being swelled outward before each blast of his load. <br><br> And then he dismounted, pulling out of me, feeling nearly like he was taking inside and making it outside. I'd really need to think twice about that in the future. Looking good and feeling good aren't always the same thing, especially if I made him nut that quickly. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>>Luckily, I was a fuckin mess myself, panting and whimpering, feeling like I was melting through the box spring.<</if>> <br><br> I rolled myself off the bed, both of us huffing. He was disposing the condom, I was grabbing a towel and wobbling my way to the shower as my body tried to understand what he had done to it. <br><br><br> Welp. That was certainly one way to kick Europe off with a [[bang|GY004 - Rome]]. <</if>> <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = "Jordan, my backpacking buddy">>And that's how I lost my virginity.<<else>><<addBody Jordan M "Jordan, my backpacking buddy">><</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> He was naked. The offer was there. Intended or not. </div> <<path>> "I just. Had to get away. Do anything else. Ya know? So. No plans." <<contents>> <<set $GY.goal = 3>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> "Oh, yeah? Had too much of Texas, too." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded, seemed to surprise <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> a bit, but <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> didn't dig. And there, wordlessly he was leaving what felt like the next most important decision for me. <div id="bearings-inner"> <<crossroads #bearings-inner>> <<path>> Were we going to be platonic backpacking buddies... <<contents>> <<set $GY.Jordan = false>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> "I'm gonna...go take a shower," barely getting those words out of the tightness in my throat. <br><br> "Sure. Yeah. Water's great. Surprising, right?" <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> laughed, letting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>himself<<else>>herself<</if>> shake in the places and the ways that <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> could. <br><br> I tried to leave the room as naturally as possible. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>His<<else>>Her<</if>> reaction. Was <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> expecting me to just climb right into bed with <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>? Not that I didn't //want// to. Well, maybe I didn't want to. Or maybe I did. I'd wrestle with those thoughts eventually, but I wasn't //going// to. I pulled the plastic curtain aside, rings shuddering along an old pipe and I began to <<linkexpand "disrobe">> <<outfit naked>> disrobe. <br><br><br> I jumped a bit at the water. "Water's great"? Bullshit. That's frigid. My nipples erect, hell -- every hair follicle was raised. I shook my head and sighed, waiting for the water to warm up. I needed a cold shower anyway. While my decision had been the sane one, the sensible one, the considered one, my body was making a distinct argument against me. <br><br> Grunting, I rolled my hips. The water was warming. My desire to fuck had not cooled. My mind flickered right back, unbidden, to Jordan from moments before. Now I was naked like <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> was. <br><br> My hips rolled again, this time rolling right into my fingertips that had somehow found their way to between my thighs. Okay. I patted <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">>the tangle of hair that was starting to flatten and dampen against the skin beneath<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>the patch of hair that had begun to dampen as the water coursed down to meet it<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>the tuft of hair that was starting to moisten as the water occasionally coursed into it<<else>>the freshly smooth skin on the top of my mound<</if>> I give up. You aren't getting laid, but you can have the next best thing. <br><br> Fingertips led the way, practiced and ready to quench the need. Hell, I needed to relax after the flight anyway. I tried to push Jordan's image from my mind as my fingers pushed into the supple clutch inside of myself. Knuckles deep, I dug, trying to reach the thing that was calling to me. Further, faster. My other hand had found my breast, nipple now hard not from the water -- it was good water now that it was hot: not as hot as the flesh around my fingers, but hot all the same -- but hard from my arousal. <br><br> My legs quivered, up on tiptoes and the ball of the other foot as I contorted myself into something that felt the best, that let me reach, that let me release. I felt the jiggle and shake of my titflesh in my hand with each shudder and contraction of my body. <br><br> The top of my palm caressed my peeking clit, my palm rubbing and pressing down on my mound and lower stomach. I was grabbing myself between the legs as my fingers thrust and rotated. I couldn't help but nod, as if guiding myself to the promised lands. Feeling the peak nearing and retreating in pulsing waves. I held my breath. My hand clutched hard at my breast, harder on my pubic bone. My heartbeat pounded in my head, throbbed around my inserted fingers. I could feel the honeyed moisture that was clearly not the shower. That was clearly mine. <br><br> I whimpered and shuddered, biting back the noise as best I could. I tugged my fingers out of myself before I pushed myself too far. I didn't know how soundproof this was, I didn't know how loud the water was, I didn't know how loud I was about to be. The explosion of pleasurable warmth was tingling out to my limbs as I kept a good handle on my volume and began to recover, panting and spattering the tiles with water. I felt it spattering back against my face instantly. I was leaning my head against the wall. <br><br> Jerking back quickly, I nearly fell out of the shower, a tumble of ecstatic and uncontrollable body and moving too fast for how wet everything was. <br><br> I began to laugh, clutching at the edge of the tub and raising myself up. I gave a hard look to the tiles, wondering how clean they were, how many people had showered there. The grout looked clean. Turning the water off and extricating myself from a near-death little death, I hoped it was as clean as I thought. <br><br> Laughter became a contented sigh as I dried myself off, whether it was suddenly nearly dead or the need beaten back, it didn't matter. I felt //great//. <br><br><br> I rubbed the coarse towel firmly against my face just in case, and then grabbed my things and made my way back to the room. Now, with a thankfully clear [[mind|GY004 - Rome]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> ...or were we really going to start saving cash by sharing bunks from the get-go? <<contents>> <<set $GY.Jordan = true>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> "I'm gonna...take a shower...after," barely getting those words out of the tightness in my throat. <br><br> "Sure. After..." He smiled, my tone...or probably my eyes betraying me. His cock had begun to lift, a single pulse away from his body and elevating in preparation. <br><br> "Oh come off it, Jordan. You always just hang out naked with people you don't know?" My hand had found his cock, giving it a slow stroke as I spoke. I felt it engorging and pressing out at my fingers gaining more girth and making it difficult to get my hand fully around it. <br><br> His eyes fluttered and he moaned, immediately putty in my hands after he had been playing with me moments before, "You don't. Know. That. I don't." He chuckled, his hands sliding down my body and beginning to <<linkexpand "undress me">> <<outfit naked>> undress me. <br><br><br> "This gonna make traveling together awkward?" His hardness poked at my stomach with each stroke of my hand, feeling some of his sticky precum making where he tapped. <br><br> "Doesn't. Feel. Awkward. To me." He smiled devilishly tugging me onto his?...my?...our? bed. His hand now turning the tables on me and making me gasp and clutch and the threadbare blanket. I wondered if Nonna thought of us as together and if this would be a surprise. Would she hear us? What was Jordan rooting around for. Oh. Prepared. <br><br> I was looking down between my parted thighs, his palm flat between them, fingers curling and stroking in time with the motion of his other hand as he worked the condom over his prodigious thickness. Then he grabbed me and rolled me over onto my stomach. <br><br> A part of me hated the disconnect on a first hook-up, a part of me thankful for it to try and keep things simpler? I felt him climb over me like a large grasshopper, the largest part digging between my thighs for me. I wasn't exactly keen on going from solo to handcuffed -- ffuckkkk! <br><br> My feet kipped up and then smacked down against the bed hard, I felt like my mound was being shoved inside me, "W-wait. Jeeeesus, Jordan." <br><br> "Sorry. Yeah, a little too eager." I felt him rolling back and reaching in his bag again. <br><br> "I'll take that as a compliment?" Trying to laugh it off, half-looking back over my shoulder and then feeling the coolness as he squirted lube between my legs and could tell he was applying to himself as well, "Super prepared. Need that a lot?" <br><br> "Every time." And a hand was between my shoulder blades, holding me down. Still felt like I was being pushed into myself, but gladly had the lubrication now. Every time? Why wasn't it a habit like the condom? I grunted out, feeling my heartbeat in my eyes, flat on the mattress as slowly, but with practiced firmness he crammed that thing inside me. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> My toes curled. Simply putting it in, I was cumming. The heartbeat swelled and they went blank as I jerked underneath him, but held still -- maybe practiced -- as I rode it out. I think I heard him chuckle.<</if>> <br><br> Talk about handcuffed. As his hips met my ass and I felt him arch up, more pressure on the hand on my upper back, he grunted out deeply. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>>"Jeeesus, <<print $CC.name>>." I could feel his log pulsing inside me, "You're ''small''." <br><br> "Every time," my turn to surprise. <</if>> <br><br> A moment. The length of his wet hair long enough to brush and tickle at my side. I think I could feel the springs digging at me through the mattress. God, this was not going to be a comfortable time for rest. And he was thrusting. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>>I dug my chin into the bed, pressing my face against it as the first strike at my depths set me off, "Atta girl."<</if>> <br><br> The Spartan bed squeaked as I felt the skin and bones banging against me, driving his pride inside me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>>He could be proud, but god-damn if it wasn't killing me: even with a normal length, feeling his massive head pounding squarely at my cervix was torture and I honestly think part of my mound //was// pushed inside with each stroke, lube or nah. Designed in opposites him and me, I felt the barest sparks of pleasure as my pussy screamed at me.<<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy')>>He could be proud, but god-damn this was un//com//fortable. Kinda designed to fit far different people him and I, my body was in a dispute between pain and pleasure.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy') || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy', 'Good Intercourse') || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Intercourse')>>It was over __quick__. I was too much for him. I don't think Nonna had time to confirm or deny us being together before he was bearing down on my ass and growling deeply, rolling his hips against me, "Shit. Your. Fuckin'. Pussy. Gaw-damn, gurl." <br><br> "Monster met his match." I laughed out as I felt him dismounting and pulling out of me, feeling nearly like he was taking inside and making it outside. I'd really need to think twice about that in the future. Looking good and feeling good aren't always the same thing, especially if I made him nut that quickly. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>>Luckily, I was a fuckin mess myself, panting and whimpering, feeling like I was melting through the box spring.<</if>> <br><br> I rolled myself off the bed, both of us huffing. He was disposing the condom, I was grabbing a towel and wobbling my way to the shower as my body tried to understand what he had done to it. <br><br><br> Welp. That was certainly one way to kick Europe off with a [[bang|GY004 - Rome]]. <<else>> I huffed as he hit against me, I couldn't think about the headboard announcing to the house what was going on...I was cumming on that thing that certainly drove home things //are// bigger in Texas. And he rode me through it, unrelenting as my cunt grabbed and clenched at him sporadically, certainly as hard for him to drive that thing into a spasming snatch as it was for me to take it. <br><br> He teeth gritted, determined, he was driving home, erratically. I don't know how long, my orgasms...one long one? Interconnected? but I don't think it was more than a typical length of a fuck, much more likely less, but he was cumming too. He bore down on my ass, growling deeply, rolling his hips as his cock filled the condom inside me. I could feel each pulse down his underside against my g-spot, my lips being swelled outward before each blast of his load. <br><br> And then he dismounted, pulling out of me, feeling nearly like he was taking inside and making it outside. I'd really need to think twice about that in the future. Looking good and feeling good aren't always the same thing, especially if I made him nut that quickly. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>>Luckily, I was a fuckin mess myself, panting and whimpering, feeling like I was melting through the box spring.<</if>> <br><br> I rolled myself off the bed, both of us huffing. He was disposing the condom, I was grabbing a towel and wobbling my way to the shower as my body tried to understand what he had done to it. <br><br><br> Welp. That was certainly one way to kick Europe off with a [[bang|GY004 - Rome]]. <</if>> <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Jordan, my backpacking buddy">> And that's how I lost my virginity. <<else>> <<addBody Jordan M "Jordan, my backpacking buddy">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> He was naked. The offer was there. Intended or not. </div> <</crossroads>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: ROME, duh */ /* Clothes (needed): Cute Euro Outfit */ <<outfit default>> <div id="rome"> Rome. One of the grandest cities in the world. It was, it was again, and still is. It was such a fascinating place: the blend of old and new. How you'd be walking down a street that seemed paved during the time of Emperors, but seeing a Starbucks or chain clothing store in the buildings on either side of you? It was...anachronistic? But also a curious experience, like being constantly questioned as to what millennia I was living in. <br><br> Pantheon. Michelin-star restaurants. Trevi Fountain. Fassi Gelateria. I wondered if the city felt as vibrant and bustling then as now. Were we experiencing the hedonistic decline of our Western civilization like Rome had gone through? Who were our Gothic barbarians knocking on the gates? <br><br> It was my first city of this leap into the void. It was overwhelming and exciting and intoxicating. It was perfect. <br><br><br> "How are you liking your time in my city?" I don't know if it could have been more cliche. One moment, I was sipping espresso 'al fresco', a new outfit of Euro-chic, and feeling as Roma-ntic as I possibly could. I knew where I was, where I was going next. I felt comfortable. I had finally //become// a local. And there he was, suddenly in the wrought-iron chair opposite mine. His capris showing off the dark hair and his olive skin. And he had pegged me, effortlessly, as not being from here. <br><br> "You //own// it? That had to be expensive." His outing me hurt. I was having such a lovely moment and here came an Italian man being exactly like Italian men were made out to be. <br><br> "Have you heard about the Italian economy? Dire times." He couldn't be averted. Yet, he could tell I wasn't keen on his joke -- it was good, but not good enough. "My apologies," he leaned forward, hand extending out of a smart looking sports coat, "Rocco." <br><br> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>>I shook it, "<<print $CC.name>>."<<else>>I left him hanging, "<<print $CC.name>>."<</if>> But I had to find out, "How did you know?" <br><br> Unphased, he leaned forward, and with such supreme confidence, he brushed a thumb along my jawline, "Bone structure," he sat back, eye-fucking me but with an appraising overtone, "How you sit," and then he looked away as if he thought of something funny, chuckling soundlessly to himself, "And...look around, <<print $CC.name>>. This is not an 'Italian' espresso spot." <br><br> I bristled, about to disagree. To contend with his look and his touch. I did a quick look around at the other patrons, certainly there were some tourists. Oh. Wait, was she...no. I turned, heat on my cheeks, but he was smiling kindly, his hand sliding back towards and into one of mine. <br><br> "Come on, let me show you my favorite spot." <div id="rocco"> <br><br> <div style="margin-bottom: -2em">And count me amongst the ones who...</div> <<crossroads #rocco>> <<path>> ...could... <<contents>> <br><br> My hand slid back from his. "No, that's alright. I'd like to find my own spot. But thank you for letting me know." I gave a bite to the biscotti, standing. To his credit, his hand slid from mine as easily as he slid into it. <br><br> "Ciao. Enjoy my city." He nodded and left as well. A momentary encounter -- the most emblematic things about my entire time in <<link "Europe">><<replace "#rome" t8n>> <<if $GY.job == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> Sadly, I didn't have too much time for the city. Having to keep up with costs was exhausting. Sometimes Jordan and I would be working together -- sighting an opportunity and letting the other one in on it -- and Nonna did prove to be helpful when we were in a pinch. Whether that was doing a grocery run, or cleaning up after some of the others who came through our room, or other maintenance, she'd throw us a night or a meal as a thank you. More of us thanking her, really. <br><br> It didn't take me long to bristle, though. Not having any space to myself, this felt more like real life -- a working life of labor -- than having an adventure. Of the idea of what backpacking through foreign countries would be. It wasn't a solo, eye-opening experience of scraping by but being delighted daily. It //was// eye-opening though. <br><br> There was something I did take solace in, though: access to different people. Working, traveling, or partaking, there were moments and opportunities to have little 'single-serving' friendships, to get to know people I wouldn't have a chance to otherwise if I hadn't left. So I took full advantage. <br><br> Along the way, I found myself gravitating towards... <div id="eurofriend"> <<crossroads #eurofriend>> <<path>> ''The locals''. I liked getting to know the places through the eyes of who lived there. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "local">> <br><br> I'd strike up conversations in (broken) Italian, or English if that failed me. Whether it was sitting in a coffee shop, or trying to find a particular nook around town. Sometimes I came across the locals that knew how to prey on travelers and they made me a mark. Other times, I was greeted with the warmth because I really wanted to get to know their city, rather than be a typical tourist. And then there were those that were keen on showing me the modern life that they enjoyed: clubs and other hot spots. <br><br> I truly got the authentic experience thanks to full-blooded nationals. <br><br> Rome was a playground of sorts and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <<path>> Others ''my age'', whether they were students, backpackers -- I liked people like me. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "kids">> <br><br> I'd be in line for a work of Michelangelo, or some local pizza, and there'd be someone behind me in a similar situation: not from here and trying to feel like they ''knew'' Rome. There was the smile of seeing one's self reflected and there was an easy in-road to getting to know each other as the eternal lines shuffled along. Some were students on a semester abroad, others were backpackers roughing it through the metropolises, and then there were a couple times when someone actually __from__ the town would come out of their bubble to talk with an American wanderer. <br><br> It was the safe experience, it was comfortable, but it was fun in that way. A young energy always around and mostly people in my kind of situation. A lot to talk about and it was cool to see other people my age and compare experiences at our young point in life. <br><br> Rome was a playground of sorts and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <<path>> ''Co-workers'', travelers...the wealthy and leisure-minded types. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "work">> <br><br> There was a comradery busting your ass for hours of the day simply to enjoy yourself for a couple at the end of it. Or go crazy during the weekends. There was an authenticity to hanging out and enjoying the city with the people who, truly, kept it running. And I was one of them. A cog in the machine that would use me while I was here and give me a little taste of what the people with money got to do day-to-day. These were //their// spots with ''their'' people. And that was me. Jordan and I fell in easily amongst the other people with raw hands, tired eyes and sore backs. <br><br> I was glad to be as young as I was. To have the reserves of energy and just go late and wake up early to grab another paycheck. I couldn't imagine being like some of them who were in the later stages of life and keeping up with us. How did they do it? I was burning at both ends and I could feel myself fraying by the end of my adventure. It was tough, but it felt character-building, to say the least. <br><br> Rome was a playground and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> I ensconced myself in everything I could. While Jordan was off doing grocery runs for Nonna or coming back scalded from working in a laundromat, I was investigating the Vatican. I got to take my time and enjoy the art, the marbles, the old architecture. And the food. I didn't need to rush and could listen to the audio guide, or take a tour with a docent. I felt a little guilty that I knew my 'companion' was literally working <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self to the bone to take part is just a taste of what I was 'eating'. <br><br> Mostly, I felt guilty because it felt nice to be alone. I hadn't come with anyone and, in my mind, had pictured it just being me bopping around the continent. For better or worse. I had a partner-in-crime with Jordan when I wanted (and <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> was available) and otherwise, it was how I imagined it. <br><br> An added bonus: rolling solo allowed me to make friends and connections with whomever I wanted. <br><br> Along the way, I found myself gravitating towards... <div id="eurofriend"> <<crossroads #eurofriend>> <<path>> ''The locals''. I liked getting to know the places through the eyes of who lived there. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "local">> <br><br> I'd strike up conversations in (broken) Italian, or English if that failed me. Whether it was sitting in a coffee shop, or trying to find a particular nook around town. Sometimes I came across the locals that knew how to prey on travelers and they made me a mark. Other times, I was greeted with the warmth because I really wanted to get to know their city, rather than be a typical tourist. And then there were those that were keen on showing me the modern life that they enjoyed: clubs and other hot spots. <br><br> I truly got the authentic experience thanks to full-blooded nationals. <br><br> Rome was a playground of sorts and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <<path>> Others ''my age'', whether they were students, backpackers -- I liked people like me. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "kids">> <br><br> I'd be in line for a work of Michelangelo, or some local pizza, and there'd be someone behind me in a similar situation: not from here and trying to feel like they ''knew'' Rome. There was the smile of seeing one's self reflected and there was an easy in-road to getting to know each other as the eternal lines shuffled along. Some were students on a semester abroad, others were backpackers roughing it through the metropolises, and then there were a couple times when someone actually __from__ the town would come out of their bubble to talk with an American wanderer. <br><br> It was the safe experience, it was comfortable, but it was fun in that way. A young energy always around and mostly people in my kind of situation. A lot to talk about and it was cool to see other people my age and compare experiences at our young point in life. <br><br> Rome was a playground of sorts and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <<path>> ''Tourists'', travelers...the wealthy and leisure-minded types. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "tourist">> <br><br> Having my freedom allowed me the time and availability to not simply hit up the tourist spots. I had more opportunities -- and cash didn't hurt -- to get to the ritzy areas, the posh spots, the places where the well-to-do (couldn't argue that I was one of them, really) and see how the other half vacationed. Exclusive spots, people who were used to getting their way, and a substantial barrier between the riff-raff. <br><br> It was certainly inauthentic as far as backpacking went. More like glamping, since I'd still slum it up at a hostel. It was definitely a grab bag of the better and worse end of things because I was amongst people who were used to doing whatever they wanted, going wherever they wanted, with whomever they wanted. Good or bad, there was always a story and a feeling like this story was unique, different and exclusively //mine//. <br><br> Rome was a playground and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> ...couldn't... <<contents>> <<addBody "Rocco and espresso" M>> <br><br> I smirked, matching his attitude and allowed his gentle guidance out of my seat. "Okay. Count me as curious." <br><br> "Bella." And we were off. I imagined that we looked like a proper Italian duo, me in my fit and he in his, but I also was a still unsettled by being caught out like I had been. Did I walk like an American? Was my bone structure //that// much of a give-away? I had always considered the US to be such a melting pot that there weren't truly 'American' features or type. Sure, the 'boy next door' or that kinda thing, but that in a line-up you wouldn't be able to pick us out. <br><br> We had found our way from the main drag and I started to understand that maybe I ''had'' been in a touristy spot, if this was where the real Romans went. At a doorstep and him working through a keychain, my curiosity became a little more confused, "Here?" <br><br> "I make the best espresso." It was a charming smile. The key slid into the lock effortlessly. He was so. fucking. smooth. The front door open, his watch flashing as he held it open for me. The mid-morning, Italian version of a 'come back to my place for a drink'. I laughed, shook my head -- was he skipping out on work? Did Italian men work? <br><br> Well. When in Rome! "I'll be the judge of that." He nodded like 'of course.' And I was inside, moving up the narrow staircase up to his apartment. <br><br> He ground beans, talking about some interesting little places around his neighborhood. He brewed my espresso and his, asking how I liked it and teaching me all the different draws. And then I made a comment how, as nice as this tasted, I motioned at the empty dish. No biscotti. No cookie. He just smiled and unzipped his pants. <br><br> Coffee taste in my mouth short-circuited my brain a bit due to the darkness of his skin. His cock still tasted like cock. <br><br> He put our dishware aside casually, removing his jacket as my head bobbed in his lap. His smoothness continued, working his slacks down and then moving me with my legs aloft and he took his turn enjoying what came with his coffee. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>>I came with his coffee. His fluttering tongue, warmed by the espresso shot, shot me to the moon.<<else>>His fluttering tongue, warmed by the espresso shot, warmed me quickly.<</if>> <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "Our clothes came off rapidly...">> <<outfit naked>> Our clothes came off rapidly. I was now as keen as he was. He slipped on a condom wordlessly -- as much as his words had gotten me here, they had stopped now -- and he was inside me. Fluidly, he thrust. His hand caressed my jawline and his smile peeked from time to time. It was Romantic without feelings, without feeling whisked away or that I was falling for him. It was passionate without being rough or selfish. It was kind without being weak or boring. <br><br> And he took his time. I came, grasping my fingers into his pomaded hair, loosening it and ruining his slicked affect. He tossed his head slightly and continued on, thrusting into me while I quaked underneath him, my American accent clear as day in my exclamations. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>>I giggled out as I quaked, pawing at his curled chest hairs. It wasn't too long before I was shuddering again, the time between them shortening as he took his time with me and brought me off again and again.<<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>>I was cooing during the come-down from that lovely peak and then grabbed at his flanks, feet kicking high and legs wide as another slammed into me. Harder, stronger. I was panting out as that one came down, just to be met again with another powerful pleasure burst. His cock felt incredible.<<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>>And thats how it began, because from that moment onward, it was a thrumming of orgasm cresting ontop of orgasm. I have little recollection for how long the fuck lasted, or what happened after that point. It was a wash as my body lost itself on his bed.<<else>>It was a long one, it was a beautiful one, it was a powerful one. And in some way, seemed to bloom brighter from the choice of beans.<</if>> <br><br> Then he was finished, pulling free despite wearing a condom because he was removing it, his length pulsing straight out from his crotch, spewing up my stomach and across my tits, painting me as he let his cock aim where it wanted to. And I was too blissed out to care. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "I cleaned myself...">> <<outfit default>> I cleaned myself as he re-engaged the earlier conversation about the true local spots. He got dressed again as he silently excused my awkwardness as I tried to match his comfort and casualness. And then he escorted me out, a sweet peck on my cheek and sending me on his way. Never saw him again, but I kind of like that it was so 'typically' Euro. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <br><br> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Rocco">> And that's how I lost my virginity. <</if>> <br><br><br> A 'momentary' encounter -- the most emblematic things about my entire time in <<link "Europe">><<replace "#rome" t8n>> <<if $GY.job == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> Sadly, I didn't have too much time for the city. Having to keep up with costs was exhausting. Sometimes Jordan and I would be working together -- sighting an opportunity and letting the other one in on it -- and Nonna did prove to be helpful when we were in a pinch. Whether that was doing a grocery run, or cleaning up after some of the others who came through our room, or other maintenance, she'd throw us a night or a meal as a thank you. More of us thanking her, really. <br><br> It didn't take me long to bristle, though. Not having any space to myself, this felt more like real life -- a working life of labor -- than having an adventure. Of the idea of what backpacking through foreign countries would be. It wasn't a solo, eye-opening experience of scraping by but being delighted daily. It //was// eye-opening though. <br><br> There was something I did take solace in, though: access to different people. Working, traveling, or partaking, there were moments and opportunities to have little 'single-serving' friendships, to get to know people I wouldn't have a chance to otherwise if I hadn't left. So I took full advantage. <br><br> Along the way, I found myself gravitating towards... <div id="eurofriend"> <<crossroads #eurofriend>> <<path>> ''The locals''. I liked getting to know the places through the eyes of who lived there. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "local">> <br><br> I'd strike up conversations in (broken) Italian, or English if that failed me. Whether it was sitting in a coffee shop, or trying to find a particular nook around town. Sometimes I came across the locals that knew how to prey on travelers and they made me a mark. Other times, I was greeted with the warmth because I really wanted to get to know their city, rather than be a typical tourist. And then there were those that were keen on showing me the modern life that they enjoyed: clubs and other hot spots. <br><br> I truly got the authentic experience thanks to full-blooded nationals. <br><br> Rome was a playground of sorts and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <<path>> Others ''my age'', whether they were students, backpackers -- I liked people like me. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "kids">> <br><br> I'd be in line for a work of Michelangelo, or some local pizza, and there'd be someone behind me in a similar situation: not from here and trying to feel like they ''knew'' Rome. There was the smile of seeing one's self reflected and there was an easy in-road to getting to know each other as the eternal lines shuffled along. Some were students on a semester abroad, others were backpackers roughing it through the metropolises, and then there were a couple times when someone actually __from__ the town would come out of their bubble to talk with an American wanderer. <br><br> It was the safe experience, it was comfortable, but it was fun in that way. A young energy always around and mostly people in my kind of situation. A lot to talk about and it was cool to see other people my age and compare experiences at our young point in life. <br><br> Rome was a playground of sorts and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <<path>> ''Co-workers'', travelers...the wealthy and leisure-minded types. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "work">> <br><br> There was a comradery busting your ass for hours of the day simply to enjoy yourself for a couple at the end of it. Or go crazy during the weekends. There was an authenticity to hanging out and enjoying the city with the people who, truly, kept it running. And I was one of them. A cog in the machine that would use me while I was here and give me a little taste of what the people with money got to do day-to-day. These were //their// spots with ''their'' people. And that was me. Jordan and I fell in easily amongst the other people with raw hands, tired eyes and sore backs. <br><br> I was glad to be as young as I was. To have the reserves of energy and just go late and wake up early to grab another paycheck. I couldn't imagine being like some of them who were in the later stages of life and keeping up with us. How did they do it? I was burning at both ends and I could feel myself fraying by the end of my adventure. It was tough, but it felt character-building, to say the least. <br><br> Rome was a playground and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> I ensconced myself in everything I could. While Jordan was off doing grocery runs for Nonna or coming back scalded from working in a laundromat, I was investigating the Vatican. I got to take my time and enjoy the art, the marbles, the old architecture. And the food. I didn't need to rush and could listen to the audio guide, or take a tour with a docent. I felt a little guilty that I knew my 'companion' was literally working <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>self to the bone to take part is just a taste of what I was 'eating'. <br><br> Mostly, I felt guilty because it felt nice to be alone. I hadn't come with anyone and, in my mind, had pictured it just being me bopping around the continent. For better or worse. I had a partner-in-crime with Jordan when I wanted (and <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> was available) and otherwise, it was how I imagined it. <br><br> An added bonus: rolling solo allowed me to make friends and connections with whomever I wanted. <br><br> Along the way, I found myself gravitating towards... <div id="eurofriend"> <<crossroads #eurofriend>> <<path>> ''The locals''. I liked getting to know the places through the eyes of who lived there. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "local">> <br><br> I'd strike up conversations in (broken) Italian, or English if that failed me. Whether it was sitting in a coffee shop, or trying to find a particular nook around town. Sometimes I came across the locals that knew how to prey on travelers and they made me a mark. Other times, I was greeted with the warmth because I really wanted to get to know their city, rather than be a typical tourist. And then there were those that were keen on showing me the modern life that they enjoyed: clubs and other hot spots. <br><br> I truly got the authentic experience thanks to full-blooded nationals. <br><br> Rome was a playground of sorts and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <<path>> Others ''my age'', whether they were students, backpackers -- I liked people like me. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "kids">> <br><br> I'd be in line for a work of Michelangelo, or some local pizza, and there'd be someone behind me in a similar situation: not from here and trying to feel like they ''knew'' Rome. There was the smile of seeing one's self reflected and there was an easy in-road to getting to know each other as the eternal lines shuffled along. Some were students on a semester abroad, others were backpackers roughing it through the metropolises, and then there were a couple times when someone actually __from__ the town would come out of their bubble to talk with an American wanderer. <br><br> It was the safe experience, it was comfortable, but it was fun in that way. A young energy always around and mostly people in my kind of situation. A lot to talk about and it was cool to see other people my age and compare experiences at our young point in life. <br><br> Rome was a playground of sorts and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <<path>> ''Tourists'', travelers...the wealthy and leisure-minded types. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "tourist">> <br><br> Having my freedom allowed me the time and availability to not simply hit up the tourist spots. I had more opportunities -- and cash didn't hurt -- to get to the ritzy areas, the posh spots, the places where the well-to-do (couldn't argue that I was one of them, really) and see how the other half vacationed. Exclusive spots, people who were used to getting their way, and a substantial barrier between the riff-raff. <br><br> It was certainly inauthentic as far as backpacking went. More like glamping, since I'd still slum it up at a hostel. It was definitely a grab bag of the better and worse end of things because I was amongst people who were used to doing whatever they wanted, going wherever they wanted, with whomever they wanted. Good or bad, there was always a story and a feeling like this story was unique, different and exclusively //mine//. <br><br> Rome was a playground and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> ...resist an Italian man like Rocco. </div> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* VIGNS: */ /* Pull 1 from each category (goal and location) and then 1 more randomly from the full set of (Goal + Location) */ /* each one has a selection. making the selection should move on to the next vignette */ <<set _VignStep = 0>> <<set _goal = "">> <<set _location = "">> <div id="vigns"> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<switch _VignStep>> <<case 0>> It was a year of sights and travel. It was incredible seeing how varied and different places just around the corner could be. It was like every possibility was crammed together on this continent. And it was all so culturally different from America. Deeper. And even the big cities back home had a different feel to their polyglot. There was a richness and history to everything. <br><br> Europe was incredible and there were a couple of stand-out moments that I still recall to this day. <br><br> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Goals">> <<case 1>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Locations">> <<case 2>> <<set _random = true>> <<switch random(1,2)>> <<case 1>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Goals">> <<case 2>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Locations">> <</switch>> <<case 3>> Europe was beautiful. Was impressive. And so multi-faceted that I wished I could see more. There was so much to just this tiny part of the world. <br><br> It was bits like this that made me feel not just cultured, but that I might have picked up a thing or two and the whole idea about backpacking Europe hadn't only been about having fun. <br><br> But I did have [[fun|GY006 - GoingOut]]. <</switch>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set _vignGoal = $GY.goal>> <<if _random == true>> <<set _vignGoal = random(1,3)>> <</if>> <<switch _vignGoal>> <<case 1>> /* $GY.goal 1 Vignettes - learn */ <<switch random(1,5)>> <<case 1>> <<GYvignTag Austria goal>> Austria. Home to one of the oldest families that ruled the continent -- the Hapsburgs. And given how long they were in charge, they had time to establish their own icons and one outlasted them: the Lipizzaners. "Spanish," but in the heart of Vienna and still performing to this day were some absolutely gorgeous horses. <br><br> Their training was impeccable. Precision of that caliber out of something that size, that powerful, it must have been a wonder to see on the battlefield. It was a wonder to watch their maneuvers and jumps in a graceful ballet. <br><br> Walking out of the Spanish Riding School, I was debated whether I was most struck by... <<crossroads #vigns>> <<path>> ...the stallions' discipline... <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <<path>> ...or ability to perform on command. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</crossroads>> <<case 2>> <<GYvignTag Versailles goal>> Versailles was no little hunting lodge. Or, if that's what Kings considered a hunting lodge, they were certainly the billionaires of an earlier time. The word 'resplendent' or 'ornate' does nothing to truly do credit to the palace. It felt like every inch was plated in gold, there were frescos and statues in every nook and cranny. <br><br> It was beautiful and it was overwhelming. And it was //massive//. <br><br> There was a push and pull within me. Part of me hated the extravagance and wastefulness of the expenditure and creation of the monstrosity of wealth. The other part of me was glad that it had been saved the ravages of time and preserved for me to walk through. <br><br> The gardens, the halls, I spent a full day soaking in the grounds and walked out a bit exhausted. I wondered if I had <<link "seen">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> everything or soaked in all of the <<link "history">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> that oozed from alcoves and ceilings. <<case 3>> <<GYvignTag Florence goal>> If there was a mecca of Western culture, it would be Florence. It felt like the city still lived before the 20th century. Art, museums, sculptures, architecture to last the ages were found around every corner. Uffizi Gallery, David, Duomo, Ponte Vecchio. It was a majestic town and felt like a font of knowledge and things to see that never exhausted. <br><br> I was exhausted. But that was because there was so much to see and do and I only had so much time. There were decades, centuries of creation to consume and there was no way I was going to be able to see and do it all. <br><br> Luckily, I could just take a breath, sitting by the Arno and still feel like I was getting cultured by osmosis. <br><br> I couldn't deny the tears in my eyes when I left, wondering if I would ever return. There were things I wanted to see again, to see every day, but now Florence was retreating and if I never returned -- don't say that -- I'd still retain some of the <<link "edifying">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or things I had <<link "uncovered">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<case 4>> <<GYvignTag Dachau goal>> If there was a gut-punch just //being// somewhere? It was Dachau. I felt like it was a duty to anyone coming to Europe to see not just the beauty but also the horror. And there was a stark...lack? to the barren spaces and spare foundations of the former camp that were more devastating than pictures or first-hand accounts. <br><br> I don't think I had been so affected by an empty field the way that I cried standing outside there. <br><br> I don't think I could have understood better with a picture or a video what I felt in the fiber of my soul when I walked through the 'intake facility' with a height chart on the wall. With an opening and a room behind it. <br><br> I was torn down by what people had done to other people, but it was worth it. Even with a body tired from emotion, I felt like I <<link "understood">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> the human condition better, or at least could not have the wool pulled over <<link "my eyes">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<case 5>> <<GYvignTag Salzburg goal>> What might have been my favorite town -- and I couldn't tell you why -- was Salzburg. Certainly, it was the home of Mozart and his home was an interesting place to visit, but it was more just the atmosphere of the city. <br><br> Walking the old streets, it just felt calming and 'homey'. The Alps hugging the town felt protective, the air felt cleaner, the sunlight brighter and the sky blue-er. <br><br> The hills were truly alive. <br><br> I know that it doesn't make any sense, but leaving Austria, I felt like I had found 'my' city. It was exclusively mine and no one else could change that, or make it theirs. And that gave me a sense of <<link "grounding">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "self-assuredness">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <</switch>> <<case 2>> /* $GY.goal 2 Vignettes - party */ <<switch random(1,5)>> <<case 1>> <<GYvignTag Amsterdam goal>> What's not to like about Amsterdam? One of the most open cities in the world, and everyone knows it so everyone's there to have a good time. Get some drugs. Go get drunk. Legalized pretty much everything. <br><br> The 'coffee' shops felt a little quaint with how broadly weed had become accepted now, but that didn't mean I didn't go and enjoy the atmosphere. I jumped on party boats where I didn't know anyone, but was welcomed like an age-old friend. <br><br> And then there was the Red Light District. Kind of synonymous with the city and I had to see it. And it was fucking fun. Strip shows were everywhere and knowing that everyone was a legal worker made it all feel comfortable -- and more sexy. <br><br> I do have to be honest, though, for all I mentioned...I don't //really// remember much of it. I was on something like the entire time I was there. There are flashes and moments I recall -- and I'm pretty sure they all happened. But when I left there was an overwhelming feeling that I had gone a bit too <<link "crazy">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or maybe shouldn't have tried <<link "everything">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<case 2>> <<GYvignTag Ibiza goal>> Ibiza. If I was going to be in Europe and wanted to party, there was no way I was going to miss that. Pristine, gorgeous beaches; people wearing next to nothing all the time; and party going all the time. People weren't kidding about Ibiza and I was glad they were right. <br><br> Playa en'Bossa was my home til I broke. EDM throbbing in my ear drums as I tried to grab enough sleep so that I could power through another day of DJs, drinking and drugs. I had a sunburn, probably was dehydrated the whole time and wondered how people did it. People lived here right? Were they always neck deep in basslines? <br><br> I was sweaty and I think I had a headache hangover but eventually I...got used to it? My body either knew I wouldn't listen to it, or realized that I was going to go hard until I was done and needed to keep up with me rather than the usual way around. <br><br> I couldn't tell you the name of a single person I met or spent time with. I don't think I could hear their names if I tried. And the only names that I was trying to remember were the DJs, but they all started to flow together in my mind after a bit. <br><br> Leaving the Med, I had a new-found appreciation for <<link "music">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> and a <<link "good time">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $HS.addictionLv ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<case 3>> <<GYvignTag Prague goal>> It was like the entire city was focused on partying. During the day, I'd walk down these medieval streets, surrounded by gorgeous architecture erected centuries ago -- it felt like Prague was supposed to be a center of culture, full of museums and artifacts from history, where you'd walk out edified and wow'd. <br><br> And then the sun would come down and buildings from the 14th century would become homes to pulsating music, haze and dancing. There were even some clubs where you could see the art that stayed on the walls from when it was a gallery a few hours ago. I wasn't about to buy one of them, whether I was as drunk at night or sober during the day, but having them to look at as I cavorted gave an air of sophistication to being blasted. <br><br> None of this came as a surprise: people came from all over the continent and the //world// to party in Prague. It's why I had come and so I was dancing and drinking and rolling alongside a true cross-section of the world. No arguments, cultural differences forgotten because we were united by a common desire: have a fucking great time. <br><br> Every inch of the city felt like it was dual-purpose: the 'adult' and restrained daytime whitewashed version and the nocturnal loose version of adult fun. It hurt to say goodbye to Prague, mostly the excuse to check out <<link "museums">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or the fun of <<link "sussing">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> out where the party was. <<case 4>> <<GYvignTag Slovakia goal>> When I was looking for a crazy, fun time, I had never considered that Slovakia would have been one of my stop-overs. But there I was. This guy from Iceland name Oli had heard from some Alexei who knew from some friends -- sounded like a game of telephone -- that there was an uber-inexpensive and unknown center of partying deep in Slovakia. Oli had heard that the hottest women in Europe were there and he kept insisting that meant that //I// needed to be there. <br><br> My ego stoked and after unrelenting pressure from the funny kid, I decided why not. On our way, we picked up a businessman who was Dutch and some kids also from America, which made me feel a little more at ease. And then we were there, a little hostel that served as the hub for all the partying. And yep, there were tons of hot women. The guys, more miss than hit, but that was unsurprising. It always felt like there was never an even split. Everywhere the imbalance between attractiveness was present, usually in guys' favor. <br><br> The first night I ended up at a spa. While it was not the party I had expected, it was incredibly inexpensive and welcome after how hard I had been pushing my body. The next morning, Oli was gone and I started getting a little uncomfortable. The disco that night was a pretty good time, but there was a strange edge to all the hardened eastern European guys there and I felt that the guys I had come with were mostly into the hot women and I was being left to fend for myself. <br><br> The next morning I headed out, saying goodbye to a strange little detour to a 'party hot spot.' I hadn't done much partying and I probably was losing out and would regret it if I ever came across those guys again, but I didn't want to end up <<link "dead">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> and was glad for any <<link "spidey sense">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> I had. <<case 5>> <<GYvignTag Berlin goal>> The nightlife capital of Europe: Berlin. When I decided to have a great time on my trip, I knew I had to hit the most famous place for fun. And it did. not. disappoint. <br><br> The thing I had to get most used to is that people were very open and free with invites. And it wasn't sketchy or something to be concerned about. I just had to say yes. It was like a culture of people trying to spread the joy of a good time. <br><br> Once, I ended up in an old DDR hangar that had this small 'party train' driving around in circles. Idea? Insane. Actuality? Weird, but definitely interesting. And of course there were more than enough spots for techno and EDM. The options were endless and the hours were long. Nights ended only with the next morning and I always felt that I hadn't hit all the places I had wanted to. <br><br> Every block seemed to have somewhere to lose yourself in some music and drinking. Underground, on the roofs, in buildings, open air. Berlin was a pastiche of party. I wondered if I could ever hit all the venues, even if I had infinite time. <br><br> I left Berlin absolutely exhausted, but was most glad to have experienced <<link "twenty clubs">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> in one night. <<link "the weird">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> stuff I could only have found there. <</switch>> <<case 3>> /* $GY.goal 3 Vignettes - get away */ <<switch random(1,5)>> <<case 1>> <<GYvignTag Switzerland goal>> I'd had enough of cities. You can only take so many museums, statues, pieces of art before they are start to meld into each other and honestly, maybe my brain was just over-saturated. //Too// much culture. Blech. It wasn't fun any more and I needed a refresher. <br><br> So I glommed onto the idea of hitting the slopes when I overheard some ritzy and young Italians discussing what they were going to do with their weekend. Well, why not me too? I headed up to Switzerland and the Alpine slopes and got the cleansing that I needed on the perfect white slopes. <br><br> The air felt cleaner, cutting my throat with the cold crispness. The wind gave my skin a different type of burn as it whipped against anything I didn't cover. My muscles ached as I pushed them to do things I hadn't done -- hell, besides walking, I hadn't really been active at all this whole time abroad. <br><br> I came down off my <<if $CC.clique == "Rebel">>board<<else>>skiis<</if>> feeling as invigorated as I had hoped. Maybe a little <<link "stronger">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "focused">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> than when I arrived for my year away. <<case 2>> <<GYvignTag Paris goal>> I didn't think I would be packing a pair of Minnie ears when I first thought of going to Europe, but eventually there was a kind of special draw to going to DisneyLand in Paris. It was a different kind of getting away. <br><br> All my thoughts of these theme parks come with ideas of 'family' or 'friends' and here I was all by myself in the dark on Pirates of the Caribbean and the Tower of Terror. <br><br> I gotta say, I kind of changed my mind spending time munching on a churro and realizing maybe these were just more stressful and less fun balancing all of the personalities and needs of a bigger group. If I wanted to go on a ride again? I would just do it. If I wanted to take a break? I sat. <br><br> I enjoyed the familiarity of a taste of home just a few miles away from Paris, and maybe it quenched a bit of homesick. Wasn't a cheap way to do it, but it was fun and quite unexpected. I waved goodbye to Mick-oui oui feeling a bit more <<link "stable">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "silly">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> but the only person to judge me was...me. <<case 3>> <<GYvignTag Amalfi goal>> Going to the Amalfi Coast wasn't the most original idea I had, but it was no wonder that so many people went there to get away. And it was only a hop-skip (and a train) to get to. And it was //gorgeous//. There was a peace and calm to the area that had me coming back. <br><br> Looking out over the Mediterranean while enjoying some limoncello? It felt perfect. There was nothing like it back at home and I soaked up the differences all that I could: the mash-up of seaside, mountain, city; the deeply rooted culture, the small-town feel. <br><br> But I wasn't that welcome. Tourists. And there were tons of us. I tried to be conscientious and I hated the tourists ruining my mojo as much as the locals, but I had to admit that I was one of them. I was an outsider. <br><br> So, I avoided just being a daytripper and coming back time and again was both a benefit to me because I enjoyed the place, but also lent me some credibility. I wasn't gawking. I was a true lover of their home. And I loved their <<link "food">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "views">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> the most. <<case 4>> <<GYvignTag Tuscany goal>> Italy was an incredible place: cities that had been around for literal eons, built upon and built out and built up, and then you headed a few miles out from the city centers and you'd find remote, untouched and old communities. Like Tuscany. <br><br> It was a dear of a place to me. So close to my 'home base' that travel out was cheap and quick and then I'd be in some township that felt like it was straight out of the past century. There was peace and quiet, there was ease and simplicity. And in Tuscany, there was wine. <br><br> They did it so well and so cheaply that more often than not, I'd be returning to my hostel with a buzz and a bottle. There were vineyards aplenty, so I always had somewhere new to try and I developed quite the appreciation for the notes and flavors that could differ just on the other side of a hill. I //had// thought the whole sommelier thing was a put-on, but quaff enough and you do start to understand there are differences to the grape juice you're drinking. <br><br> And there I'd be, sitting in a wrought iron chair that had probably been made by someone's grandfather, looking out onto the rolling hills of green. Watching grazing animals or the wine whipping through the vines and sipping at a glass of red or white that had been grown in that very soil for generations. I loved Tuscany for its <<link "wine">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "remoteness">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> the most. <<case 5>> <<GYvignTag GreekIslands goal>> While Italy was my home, I played a bit of a Roman conquerer and with the spare resources I had, I plundered the nearby countries for fun and adventure. It wasn't too expensive to do. No wonder that the Romans of old were rampaging this part of the world, taking from other cultures -- they were //right// __there__. <br><br> The Greek Islands were my preferred raid. The waters were a crystal blue that I had never seen. The beaches were clean and beautiful. It was like a cheap and local resort getaway in my backyard. I got to feel like I was truly having a vacation and throw on a bikini (or less) and party a bit. <br><br> They were quite welcoming to visitors, especially a cute American tourist. It was refreshing to enjoy a bit of freedom and fun rather than focus on my depleting bank account and survival. The islands seemed set up for escapists. Men brought their yachts, replete with booze and food, and were eager to have some eye candy jump onboard with them. <br><br> It was like a bunch of floating clubs where I could come home with a fun story and a tan. There was definitely a male-centered culture though that had high expectations when you got on their boat. For me that just meant <<link "putting out">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or taking my exit and <<link "swimming">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> to the next yacht. <</switch>> <</switch>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set _vignLocation = $GY.location>> <<if _random == true>> <<set _vignLocation = random(1,3)>> <</if>> <<switch _vignLocation>> <<case 1>> /* $GY.location 1 Vignettes - Major Sites */ <<switch random(1,3)>> <<case 1>> <<GYvignTag Barcelona location>> Barcelona is one of the first places you think of when you think of visiting Europe. At least I do. Architecture crammed up ontop of each other in these fascinating ways, the difference of peoples in Spain like a microcosm of all the different people across the continent. <br><br> There were late night parties, late night eating -- incredible food -- and museums upon museums. There was a limitless supply of things to do, and all were walkable. I barely needed to use transit, even if one day I decided to take an unadvised walk all the way up to the Science Institute that was...a bit further than I expected and the incline was insane. <br><br> The most striking thing to me, though, was the Sagrada Familia. The fact that it was incepted and partially designed in the NINETEENTH century and is still under work, long, long after the architect's death is confounding. But when you walk in the doors, you immediately know why. <br><br> I had never experienced stained glass in a way that didn't feel old and medieval. This felt bright, current, modern and full of life. Inspiring rather than pressuring. I challenge anyone to go there and not have their <<link "eyes">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> opened or their artistic ideals <<link "challenged">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<case 2>> <<GYvignTag Eiffel location>> How can you head to the continent and not want to see one of the marvels of the world? Not only is it in Paris and emblematic of passion, but it was literally a //wonder//. The architecture, the staying power, it was no wonder than anyone in the world would have been able to recognize that place with the barest of sketches. <br><br> You could dine on the first floor at a brasserie and enjoy some incredible food while taking in the views of central Paris. Or, you could head all the way to the Laboratory that was supposed to have been destroyed, but luckily was saved. I even took in a show once or twice in their Salon. <br><br> I didn't have to be in the thing to be delighted, either. Simply sitting nearby would send my heart a-flutter. Sipping an espresso across the river, or having a glass of wine in the early evening and watching it light up was just a spectacle that I am glad I didn't miss. <br><br> And then it simply served as an excuse to enjoy one of the greatest cities in the world. Incredible food, wonderful sights and culture, and a humming metropolis with so many people, it was a never-ending experience. Ultimately, the Tower was a landmark of <<link "learning">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "experience">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> to me. <<case 3>> <<GYvignTag Louvre location>> Where do you go to see some of the most famous, most important works of art in the world? The Louvre. Not just the Venus and Mona Lisa, but artifacts and historical pieces that capture times and events that are gone and otherwise forgotten. So many things to see, so much to read that I doubt that anyone could take it all in a single visit. <br><br> And I know because I tried. Multiple times. With the changing of exhibits, showcases coming and going, it would have taken a concerted effort to be able to be current on everything tha the Louvre had to offer. <br><br> Even with how crowded and busy the museum was on any given hour, it became my little slice of sanity. I'd pick a wing to focus on and just sit, enjoying a piece of art, or engage with the summaries on the wall while pulling up what the internet had to afford. <br><br> I got on a first-name basis with some of the docents and security guards. And yes, I did see the Mona Lisa, but mostly I avoided the crowd because that area is absolute insanity. It's not worth the effort, just to see the smile. I preferred the other pieces of <<link "art">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or the <<link "history-focused">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> exhibitions. <<case 4>> Neuschwanstein <<case 5>> Acropolis <</switch>> <<case 2>> /* $GY.location 2 Vignettes - Wanderlust */ <<switch random(1,2)>> <<case 1>> <<GYvignTag Gotland location>> How did I even get to Gotland? Did I even know that Gotland was a place? Could I point it out to you on the map? Probably not. It's an island, that's for sure, but I was just mindlessly wandering the continent with these kids who had gotten out of Ukraine. There was an air of solemnity to them, but also an excitement for life. <br><br> And then we were on this quaint little island. Cows. Fields. Cold Baltic winds. Not a lot to scream 'come visit me,' but I was with the right people. There was a wonder they found in the simplicity. They loved how communal and traditional these people were. And the appreciation went both ways. <br><br> I got the sense that seeing us immediately bristled the locals, but our interest in them and that we weren't staying at some hotel but just roughing it in tents showed us as a kind of kindred spirits. We holed up in pubs, we got our hands dirty in some fields and with odds and ends work. There were gorgeous views of the water and amazing ruins. <br><br> It was it's own kind of gem and I'm glad that I was brought along, otherwise not only would I not be able to point it out on the map, but I wouldn't even consider it twice. Most notable to me was...either <<link "learning">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> that not everything had to be modern to be good, or finding a <<link "calm">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> in the mundane. <<case 2>> <<GYvignTag Eurail location>> There was an entrenched way of life amongst backpackers and general nomads called 'Eurail'. Taking the name straight from the rail system throughout the continent. At first, the idea of railroad being a preferable (and effective) way to navigate Europe, I would have laughed in your face -- and then I tried it. Quick, clean, efficient. You could navigate effectively wherever you wanted throughout the EU-zone and beyond. It made sense. <br><br> Buy a ticket to your next place and hit the rails. Could be next on the line, could be the cheapest thing available, it didn't matter the reason, you'd jump on the train and go. And the train was part of the life as well. Meet some friends for a stop or two, or maybe for the whole jaunt. They might be checking out your destination as well and then you had a ready-made group for when you disembarked. Sometimes who I met made me drop off early or take the train a bit longer. It was a very flexible way to travel and explore. <br><br> It was a bit cramped and uncomfortable from time to time -- sometimes I could manage a sleeper cabin, other times I'd catch what I could in the normal seats. That wasn't appreciated by the conductors, but neither was when I was overstaying my welcome (cough, ticket) and there were some lines that I had to avoid after a while. But I needed to get to where I needed to get to, and sometimes there were no other options. And...it was part of the thrill. There was this sub-culture of avoiding getting caught, of 'it should be for public use' mentality -- kind of felt hippy in a way. <br><br> The Eurail really let me go wherever I wanted and I'm glad that I learned about the hack. I saw tiny towns, big cities, the edges that avoided all the tourists and the inner nooks that were truly local delights. When I finally put down my bindle, I knew that I'd kind of miss the <<link "hobo life">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "freedom">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> I was leaving behind. <<case 3>> Tromso, Norway <<case 4>> London <<case 5>> Monaco <</switch>> <<case 3>> /* $GY.location 3 Vignettes - Rome */ <<switch random(1,2)>> <<case 1>> <<GYvignTag Rome location>> I bet I could have spent the entire time in Rome. There were so many things to see and do -- and what's surprising about that? Home to one of the longest-lived empires of all time and a religious center afterwards. Millennia of history had a way of cramming a lot of things into one place. <br><br> And they're right //there// alongside the rest of every day life. The Colosseum, Forum, Pantheon, the city bustled around them, built around them, lived around them as if they were both nothing special and so special as to keep them preserved for so long. <br><br> I loved how I could be able to visit incredible sites so readily and often. I got to know them intimately and enjoyed having a meditative little break in the quiet, overgrown Forum, or a lunch around the Pantheon, and if I was in the mood for crowds and a more museum-like experience, I would go to the Colosseum. <br><br> It was the first city I came to, where I spent most of my time and truly became //my// city. I could probably be a docent at any of these places. Rome had brought me such... <<link "sophistication">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>? <<link "Knowledge">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>? Either way, so much time in one city wasn't as bad as I thought. Because it was Rome. <<case 2>> <<GYvignTag Milan location>> Milan. Home to fashion (don't tell the Parisians), it felt the most 'with the times' compared to other areas in Italy and the way people dressed, maybe ahead of the times. //I// felt culturally relevant simply being there, dining at the incredible restaurants and walking through the Galleria. <br><br> It was a vibrant city that still held true to its roots: the Duomo sitting squarely in the midst of the modern hustle-and-bustle, like a reminder that that's where they came from -- respectfully maintained and honored, but they'd moved on. Skyscrapers going bigger, faster, stronger. <br><br> You'd think that I'd have been swept up in some Fashion Week or something, but I became a patron of opera. Yeah, I know. La Scala was a testament to the past and present rolled into one. A gorgeous, fashionable location where people sat respectfully for (mostly) ancient art. It astounded me how rapt the audiences were, with their libretto following along, hushing anyone who made the slightest whisper. You couldn't find a similar level of respect anywhere in America. <br><br> Whether it was a full opera, or a singular singer astounding me for a couple of hours, I found ways up into the mezz to watch as much as I could. I knew that I would be coming to Milan for <<link "culture">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> but had no idea I'd take away memories of <<link "classical music">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<case 3>> Vatican city <<case 4>> Venice <<case 5>> Sicily <</switch>> <</switch>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* CLOTHES (needed): Cute Euro going out-fit */ <<if $GY.friend == 'tourist'>> Giselle sauntered out of the Four Seasons as if she had just been experiencing the worst pain of her life, "Darling! You ready?" Her shoulders sagged, face drawn, but making eye contact she began to lift and relax. It was such a show: she'd probably been at the spa all day. <br><br> "There you are!" Jordan called out. It was cutting. They didn't get along the best and I felt judged by Jordan that I kept the company that I did. And Giselle wasn't impressed by my backpacking companion either. Meh, can't win them all. I felt like I needed them both. <br><br> "Yes. As always, Jordie." A pet name. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> didn't like it. We needed to get going now before there was a throw down in front of the valets. <<elseif $GY.friend == 'kids'>> Giselle shut her book emphatically, "Ugh. Enough of that." We'd been sitting in that coffee shop and I was nearly at wits end watching her do work that reminded me why I'd taken this year away. Did I want to be going back to school and waste away on notes and fat textbooks? Even surrounded by the wonders of being away from home -- Semester Abroad for her -- it felt like she couldn't enjoy it. <br><br> "Thank. God." I laughed and pushed the heavy thing off the table onto the floor. She smacked my thigh as she leaned over to pick it up. <br><br> "There you are!" Jordan was crossing the street towards us. I had texted <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> a half hour before so there'd be even more pressure to leave this study session. Or save me. <<elseif $GY.friend == 'local'>> "Where we going tonight?" Giselle was always in the know and loved keeping it a secret (a surprise?) from me until we were practically on the doorstep. "Oh, come on." I rolled my eyes, but this was our banter. <br><br> "Oh, you'll see." The accented English always made me smile and capitulate to her local knowledge. And she never turned us wrong. <br><br> "There you are!" Jordan was lifting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>himself<<else>>herself<</if>> off of a low wall across the street from us -- that was <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> skill: always able to find us even in a bustling city. <<else>> Walking out into the night air always came with a sigh of relief. My eyes were bleary, my hands raw, but the work was done and the fun could begin. Would I blow my entire paycheck tonight -- I'd try not to, but once things started to roll, it was easier to say yes than no. <br><br> It was a tough life, but the only way I was going to be able to make it through the year. It would have been better to find jobs that paid better, but they required stability and things like paperwork that I just didn't have or didn't want. So I'd subject myself to the immigrant work so that I could enjoy the backpacker life. <br><br> "There you are!" Jordan was lifting <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>himself<<else>>herself<</if>> off of a low wall across the street from where I worked. Giselle and the others in tow, equally tired and equally relieved to see Jordan, like a sign that all the exhaustion and bullshit we'd dealt with for the past eight or ten hours was behind us and worth it in a way. <</if>> <br><br> Our party gang ebbed and flowed with the exception of those two. Sometimes Giselle had joiners, other times it was Jordan, and -- less often -- me. <br><br> Tonight it was both, well, if you considered the two of them my adds. We were buzzing along towards the trendy area of town and my curiosity was piqued. Giselle leaned against a metal-gated door with a flair. A button was hit on a gold-plated intercom. A slot opened and she leaned in to whisper something. The door opened and with a sweeping arm, she ushered us in to a Speakeasy. <br><br> The atmosphere was exactly as you would expect: straight out of the early 20th century, complete with mugshots of mobsters. There were also posters from il Padrino that felt -- yes, of the flavor, but -- out of place. It was too cute to really give it more than passing judgment. We cozied into cushioned stools and a couch along one wall and dug into the <<linkexpand "cocktail list...">> cocktail list. <br><br><br> We were all relaxed, a few cocktails in and learning all about Giselle's in here. I doubted it was as exclusive as she made it out to be, but it felt exclusive and fun enough for me and I was enjoying the alcohol coursing through my veins. The seven that we had with us was a nice balance and everyone seemed to feel comfortable. And if they were comfortable, so was I. <br><br> "You lonely?" A hand was on my shoulder and a guy in a Yankees jersey and jeans was looking down at me. I was startled, looking up at him and being confused as to A: why was he talking to me, B: how did he get in, C: why was he talking to me? <br><br> "Uh, what?" There was no other response that would do this justice. <br><br> His fingers squeezed at my bare collarbone. His chin motioned at the triads on either side of me and I realized what he meant: Giselle and her crew were chattering away on the couch, Jordan and the others were on the other side of the table and I was at the head, between and with them both but also distinctly apart. <br><br> "Thought you were American, how are you enjoying Rome?" Giselle gave me a little wink, encouraging me and turning right back to her friends. Jordan's <<if $GY.Jordan == true>>eyes flickered away, but I got a sense of them hardening seeing me approached. Neither going to step in and play the protector while also asserting a claim or connection to me, nor let me just do my own thing without clocking it and making sure that I knew <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> knew.<<else>>eyes firmed under a creasing forehead, a wordless question if I needed an intervention.<</if>> <div id="american"> <<crossroads #american>> <<path>> Push his hand off. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <br><br> "I'm with my friends. Thanks." A tight smile, conveying all the meaning in the world as I hunched forward more into the group and trying to pick up on the conversations under way. Maybe I had been a little reserved and maybe I had been feeling a bit left out. But that's as much my fault as anyone else's. I needed to put myself into the mix and find where I fit in this bigger hodge-podge of people. <br><br> I felt the Yank moving away from me, thankfully not pushing the envelope. It wasn't like he was giving his A-game looking the way he did. Plus, why would I be interested in hanging out with Americans when I was here? I came here to get away from everything back there. Well, except for Jordan. That's an exception I could make. <br><br> Whether others got the message by turning him away, or if my newfound investing in the others was enough to keep the pick-ups away, I was left alone. Or rather, amongst my friends. And I definitely felt most closely bonded with... <div id="american2"> <<crossroads #american2>> <<path>> Jordan's. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> <br><br> Jordan had been the first person I had met and luck had it that I enjoyed having <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> around in my inner circle. I didn't know how long Giselle would be around and so it was smarter for me to keep close to my constant this year. <br><br> And I enjoyed the people Jordan pulled into the group. They had a comfortable feel to me. I raised a glass and sipped, holding eye contact with Jordan. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> smiled and reciprocated. We didn't have to say anything and we jived. <br><br> So it was a relatively uneventful evening, but maybe seminal for me, finding my way forward with the ever-changing group of people when your 'home' was intangible and consistency was a pipedream. But we did get drunk, a little rowdy, and enjoyed the 'elite' bar to its fullest. <br><br><br> So many cities, so many nights, so many options, and nothing holding me back. I loved [[going out|GY007 - HostelHookups]]. <<path>> Giselle's. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <br><br> She and her friends were unknowns and decidedly //not// roommates. Which made it an easy choice to scoot closer to Giselle and keep a bit of distance with Jordan. It kept tensions low and ensured that we had our own things going on. We'd be attached at the hip for the rest of our journey but that didn't mean to be that we needed to be co-dependent. <br><br> Plus she was a part of the people that I just got along with. Jordan and I shared travel and housing, but Giselle and the people that surrounded her shared my __life__. I raised a glass and sipped, holding eye contact with her. She smiled and reciprocated. And then she introduced me to this <<if $CC.sexuality !== -1>>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> that I think she either was done with or lost interest in. But <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> was cute and when I was done...I could leave. <br><br> So it was a relatively uneventful evening, but maybe seminal for me, finding my way forward with the ever-changing group of people when your 'home' was intangible and consistency was a pipedream. But we did get drunk, a little rowdy, and enjoyed the 'elite' bar to its fullest. <br><br><br> So many cities, so many nights, so many options, and nothing holding me back. I loved [[going out|GY007 - HostelHookups]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Enjoy having 'my' person tonight. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<addBody TJ M "TJ, Yankees Shirt Guy">> <br><br> "Yeah, I am." I leaned back on my free hand. He could probably see down my dress to cleavage, but I didn't mind. I wasn't being ignored now -- that's what it had been. Two groups of 'friends' who didn't want to include me for whatever reason. I gave a little tug at the bottom of his untucked jersey, "They let you in like this?" <br><br> "All you need is a reservation...I'm TJ...why are you staying down there?" His hand slid into the crook of my arm, hinting I rise. <br><br> I stood, finding my way as naturally as I could from facing away from him to around the stool and facing him, back now to the people I came with, "<<print $CC.name>>. A reservation?" <br><br> "Yeah, no other rules as long as you have money for drinks." So, not as elite as Giselle made it out to me. Made me bristle a bit, made me wonder how many of these spots were show rather than substance. "Speaking of...how're you doing on yours?" <br><br> I downed it. Smiled playfully at him. He was a pretty average guy, but that would shock no one given his wardrobe. "So, where are you from, Teej?" A little pet name to play back maybe a bit too hard, but there was something nice and comfortable to this interaction, the kind of pick-up I was used to. Europe was different and I guess I missed the American way. <br><br> "Jersey. You?" And I told him, waiting for my drink to be made. He was here for business -- some electrical manufacturing or something that he had taken over from his dad -- <<linkexpand "and headed back tomorrow...">> and headed back tomorrow. <br><br><br> Over my next drink he wanted to know about why I was here and what I was doing. I kept it to the SparksNotes version and highlighting the desire for freedom and having fun. I may have been coming off a little slutty, but he didn't mind. He had approached me with one thing in mind. <br><br> My next drink was left on the bar as we headed out to his hotel -- when I heard he had an early flight I mentioned that he probably wanted to be getting back soon then. <br><br> Even the lower tier hotel was an improvement over Nonna's, so it felt like we were making out on a cloud. <br><br> My fingers slid through his thinning, gelled hair as his fingers slid my <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>underwear<<else>>dress<</if>> off. We laughed drunkenly through the story he had for not being prepared with protection. <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>Then we had an inebriated laugh through how I was always unprepared and hi-fived over being teammates on squad 'oops'.<<else>>Then we had an inebriated laugh through why he even brought it up, because I had it taken care of. A hi-five for being a 'champ.'<</if>> <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "And then we were at it...">> <<outfit naked>> And then we were at it. Despite his early morning flight and the drinks in our system, we fucked three times that night. I think I wanted the disconnect from the others. I think he liked the random, last night pussy that he could talk about with his buddies at the next Yankees game. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>> Maybe I shouldn't have been that drunk, because hearing him grunt about how good my pussy was had me asking if he wanted to cum in me and he said yes. That was all that was said and I cooed each time I felt him making my pussy gooey. <<else>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> I was thankful for the drunkenness because though he tried to pull out, I was 'too good' and he pumped his load inside me. He chuckled something about team 'oops' and a comment about how it was too late now. I didn't agree or disagree, but he took that as a go ahead. <<else>> Thankfully he had pretty good pull-out game. While it was annoying to fuck afterward being crusty and sticky, at least he was doing his part. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br><br> <</if>> <<linkexpand "I woke up the next morning...">> /*CLOTHES (needed): Yankees shirt */ <<outfit default>> I woke up the next morning with the hotel room empty and nothing to remember TJ except the post-fuck sensations inside me and that Yankees shirt. Which I kept, because why not. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "TJ, Yankees Shirt Guy">> <br><br> And that's how I lost my virginity. <</if>> <br><br><br> So many cities, so many nights, so many options, and nothing holding me back. I loved [[going out|GY007 - HostelHookups]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set _hostelHooks = new Map([[]])>> <<run _hostelHooks.delete(undefined)>> <<if $CC.virgin == true>> I had left home as a virgin. Being afar and around so many people, so many //different// people who didn't know me and no one back home knew what I got up to afforded more than a few opportunities to venture into the sexual landscape. <br><br> <div id = "virgin"> I kept <<link "waiting">><<replace "#virgin">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> But everything being different didn't make it feel 'special'. The feel of the rough-spun linens, the random places I'd end up staying and sleeping, the lack of connection with essentially anyone...and knowing that it would essentially be one and done? None of that felt particularly attractive to me as a 'first time'. Definitely not the story that I wanted to hold on to. <br><br> Everyone around me was in a haze of hormones, which made sleeping often difficult at best. I definitely now knew -- intimately -- a lot more about sex. The smells, the sounds, the duration. I had a sexual learning without diving in. <br><br> Which was enough for [[me|GY008 - LMO]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <br> So I figured <<link "now">><<replace "#virgin">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> /* pull one random hookup from available list (composed below) based on GY.goal, GY.friend, GY.location */ <<include "GY007 - HostelHookups_Setup">> <<set _tempArr = []>> <<set _currKey = ''>> <<for _key, _value range _hostelHooks>> <<set _tempArr.push(_key)>> <</for>> <<set _currKey = _tempArr.random()>> <<print _hostelHooks.get(_currKey)>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = _currKey>> <br><br> And that's how I lost my [[virginity|GY008 - LMO]]. <</replace>><</link>> was as good a time as any. </div> <<else>> <<if $GY.Jordan == true>> From time to time, Jordan and I would end up in the same bunk -- monetarily driven or not -- but it was rare. Common was the annoyance and bristly nature Jordan had after listening to me fucking through the night next to <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>. Meh, I needed to get mine. Deal with it. <br><br> <<else>> Jordan was the person I spent the most time with, but not a person that ever crossed into my bed. Well, except that time we needed to save on cash. But we didn't hook up. And maybe <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> was offended, because I definitely had to deal with constant annoyance and a bristly reaction on mornings after <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> endured hearing me getting fucked through the night in the same room. Meh. I needed to get mine. Deal with it. <br><br> <</if>> /* pull two options from available hookup lists (composed below), until total number of selections == $Stats.Traits.Easy.value ; if pulling from both lists (because CC.sexuality == 0) we need to make the lines unique. Ex: only one possible pull from Dachau so they can't have both the male and female version of the same event.*/ <<set _hooksupLeft = $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<set _clickedOn = 0>> <<include "GY007 - HostelHookups_Setup">> <div id="display"> </div> <div id="buttons"> <<include "GY007 - HostelHookups_Display">> </div> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set _biSwitch1 = false>> <<set _biSwitch2 = false>> <<set _biSwitch3 = false>> <<if $CC.sexuality == 0>> <<set _biSwitch1 = random(0,1)>> <</if>> <<switch $GY.goal>> <<case 1>> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1 || _biSwitch1>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Gal, visiting Dachau", "I was an emotional wreck after Dachau. There was a leggy brunette in town afterward -- she had come to visit the camp as well to get perspective on her people's history. It wasn't a pity fuck, but I felt compelled to be close, to feel her against me. Pleasure for pain. And she needed the release as well.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Holly, at Versailles", "There was this cute, bespectacled red-head wandering the halls of Versailles. She was the most eye-catching thing. Something demure. I didn't know if the approach would work with such a shrinking violet, but we ended up in the gardens, hands working down each others pants. Finding her glasses afterwards was a quick scramble.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Francesca, in Florence", "I was wandering Centrale Firenze, picking through produce for the evening when Francesca brushed my hand over some ripe tomatoes. We made eye contact and laughed. We didn't have much common language, but it was clear where things were headed: her place for a home-cooked meal and a different bed for the evening.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Melody, in Salzburg", "Melody was a music conservatory student absorbing the atmosphere in Salzburg. She was on a bench, cutely bopping to some non-Classical music when I sat beside her. We shared an earbud for a bit and then shared her room that night. She had a beautiful voice.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Fiona, Stable girl", "I had made my way 'backstage' of the Lipizzaner show to see them up-close and personal. Fiona was treating me to a little tour to see the beautiful horses, but I was most interested in her coltish legs. It was a smelly romp in the hay -- literally -- but the straw wasn't too noticeable in her hair afterwards.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Gal, visiting Dachau", "I was an emotional wreck after Dachau. There was a lanky brunette in town afterward -- he had come to visit the camp as well to get perspective on his people's history. It wasn't a pity fuck, but I felt compelled to be close, to feel him against me. Inside me. Pleasure for pain. And maybe some biological imperative to replace the lost. And he needed the release as well.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Holland, at Versailles", "There was this cute, bespectacled red-head wandering the halls of Versailles. He was the most eye-catching thing. Something demure. I didn't know if the approach would work with such a shrinking violet, but we ended up in the gardens, hands working down each others pants. Finding his glasses afterwards was a quick scramble.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Franco, in Florence", "I was wandering Centrale Firenze, picking through produce for the evening when Franco brushed my hand over some ripe tomatoes. We made eye contact and laughed. We didn't have much common language, but it was clear where things were headed: his place for a home-cooked meal and a different bed for the evening.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Mel, in Salzburg", "Mel was a music conservatory student absorbing the atmosphere in Salzburg. He was on a bench, cutely bopping to some non-Classical music when I sat beside him. We shared an earbud for a bit and then shared his room that night. He commented on my beautiful voice.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Finneas, Stable boy", "I had made my way 'backstage' of the Lipizzaner show to see them up-close and personal. Finneas was treating me to a little tour to see the beautiful horses, but I was most interested in his wiry physique. It was a smelly romp in the hay -- literally -- but the straw wasn't too noticeable in his hair afterwards.")>> <</if>> <<case 2>> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1 || _biSwitch1>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Maaike, in the Red Light", "I had been checking out the Red Light because...that's what you do in Amsterdam...and saw Maaike in one of the windows. I was stopped short. I had never thought of myself as 'that' kind of person, but I spent the money and spent the night with Maiike.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Jana, at a Prague Rave", "I don't know what I was rolling on, but I was having a fantastic time. I don't actually remember anything from that night, but I do remember waking up the next morning next to this girl named Jana. We hooked up, but sadly I don't remember what happened.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Natalya, at a hostel outside Bratislava", "I had been told about this crazy fun place to meet up in Slovakia and it was a place seemingly //stocked// with hotties. Natalya was one of them and surprisingly down. She looked better without her clothes off and even better post-coital. No wonder people talked about that place.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Daleyza on a beach in Ibiza", "Ibiza is the party of all parties and did not disappoint. Daleyza was wearing next to nothing on the beach and it suited her. There was a playfulness in her eyes and she must have seen the need in mine. A part of me worried I was missing out on the party as we cavorted in the sand, but it was Ibiza. This was part of the party. And the party was still raging when I got back, high on endorphins.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Freida at an underground in Berlin", "As if the underground party site wasn't exclusive enough: there was a back room. Once I knew about it, I had this need to get back there and I'm very glad I did. Freida's nose was caked with snow and she was excited. I think I wasn't the first person for her that evening, but we enjoyed the couches all the same.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Maes, in the Red Light", "I had been checking out the Red Light because...that's what you do in Amsterdam...and Maes approached me. He was checking it out for different reasons and couldn't be convinced I wasn't working. I made a little extra cash though I don't think he needed it, nor do I know how to feel about it.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Vaclav, at a Prague Rave", "I don't know what I was rolling on, but I was having a fantastic time. I don't actually remember anything from that night, but I do remember waking up the next morning next to this guy named Vaclav. We hooked up, but sadly I don't remember what happened.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Pax, at a hostel outside Bratislava", "I had been told about this crazy fun place to meet up in Slovakia and it was a place seemingly //stocked// with hotties. Pax was one of them and expected me to just be down. Everyone else seemed to be, so I went with the flow. Afterwards, he tried to convince me to go out with them that evening, but I decided against it. Never saw him again.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Sergio on a beach in Ibiza", "Ibiza is the party of all parties and did not disappoint. Sergio was wearing nothing on the beach, drinking and staring out at the ocean. And then he was staring at me. Playfulness in my eyes and I saw the need in his. A part of me worried I was missing out on the party as we cavorted in the sand, but it was Ibiza. This was part of the party. And the party was still raging when I got back, high on endorphins.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Wolfgang at an underground in Berlin", "As if the underground party site wasn't exclusive enough: there was a back room. Once I knew about it, I had this need to get back there. It wasn't too difficult once I met Wolfgang. I don't know if -- and seriously doubt -- I was the first girl to make it to those couches, and maybe not the last, but I got to enjoy myself all the same.")>> <</if>> <<case 3>> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1 || _biSwitch1>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Pia, on the Amalfi Coast", "Sipping limoncello, looking out over the gorgeous coastline, Pia dropped into the seat next to me, "Pretty." She meant me. She was local to the area and knew all the good spots to eat and drink, and I showed her what I knew about eating as well. It was a hedonistic romp and maybe better than the coastline.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Avena, in Tuscany", "It was only a day trip, and there wasn't much to do except drink wine. So I did. A lot of wine. Never knew I could black out on the stuff, but I certainly did, waking up the next morning next to someone who didn't exactly fit the bill of my 'type,' so I've tried to shy away from wine ever since.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Phoebe, in Lesbos", "I used to laugh about the Greek islands being called what they were. But they were absolutely gorgeous, all names and kidding aside. And while I was enjoying feeling like I was off in some far-flung, exotic location, I actually reinforced their name. There was this dainty girl named Phoebe who happened to be laying out next to me one day and laying under me by the evening. Guess they came by their name honestly.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Leota, in DisneyLand", "DisneyLand Paris was like getting away while being at home, but it was fun and certainly an escape. I had run into this girl in line and learned that her name was straight out of the Haunted Mansion -- Phantom Manor -- and decided to ride with her. We got a little hot and heavy and learned that they had cameras everywhere. So we were scrambling to escape again, this time from security, but were summarily banned from the park for 'lewdness'.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Camilla, on the slopes", "Hot chocolate after skiing in the Alpine beauty was something else. And it's where I ran into Camilla. A bored daughter of wealth that was looking to hang her skiis up for the afternoon. I was more than happy to oblige, especially once I saw her accommodations. I saw them all night.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Tommaso, on the Amalfi Coast", "Sipping limoncello, looking out over the gorgeous coastline, Tommaso dropped into the seat next to me, "Pretty." He meant me. He was local to the area and knew all the good spots to eat and drink, and I showed him fun nights after the fun nights. It was a hedonistic romp and maybe better than the coastline.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Aristide, in Tuscany", "It was only a day trip, and there wasn't much to do except drink wine. So I did. A lot of wine. Never knew I could black out on the stuff, but I certainly did, waking up the next morning next to someone who didn't exactly fit the bill of my 'type,' so I've tried to shy away from wine ever since.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Agamemnon, in the Med", "An offer for a trip on a yacht, even with the subtext of what that implied, was hard to pass up. I wanted to get away and it sounded like it'd be in the lap of luxury while enjoying the Greek islands. He took more than his fair share of payment and it seemed like this was a typical MO for him. I felt dirty and used, but I saw places I wouldn't have otherwise.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Buzz, in DisneyLand", "DisneyLand Paris was like getting away while being at home, but it was fun and certainly an escape. I had run into this guy in line and learned that her name was straight out of Pixar and decided to ride with him. We got a little hot and heavy and learned that they had cameras everywhere. So we were scrambling to escape again, this time from security, but were summarily banned from the park for 'lewdness'.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Adelmo, on the slopes", "Hot chocolate after skiing in the Alpine beauty was something else. And it's where I ran into Adelmo. A ski instructor that seemed more interested in what I could show him than the other way around. I was more than happy to oblige, especially since it gave me access to slopes I didn't otherwise...and a lesson or two.")>> <</if>> <</switch>> <<if $CC.sexuality == 0>> <<set _biSwitch2 = random(0,1)>> <</if>> <<switch $GY.friend>> <<case "tourist">> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1 || _biSwitch2>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Selina was in an open marriage", "Selina picked me up right in front of her husband. They were wealthy and from northern Africa. He smiled coyly and then left us alone for the rest of the evening. Maybe I was an excuse for him to get some strange too.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Sofia, oil magnate's daughter", "I have no idea how she picked me out of the crowd, but I was //selected// and she had the personality of someone who always gets what she wanted. She was in Europe for finishing school and was out on the town, using daddy's Russian oil money...and using me.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Rey, American boss bitch", "She wore a smart suit, custom-designed from her and was identifying business opportunities on the continent while also identifying other opportunities. I was one. I felt like a sugar baby for the time she was around. Money, like everything else, seemed like it didn't matter to her.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Seigfried was in an open marriage", "Seigfriend picked me up right in front of his wife. They were wealthy and from northern Africa. She barely seemed to clock him and me together and then she was gone. He said it was open and understood between them...I never learned //what// was understood, just that he fucked me.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Erdogan, oil magnate", "I have no idea how he picked me out of the crowd, but I was //selected// and he had the personality of someone who always gets what he wanted. He was in Europe visiting his daughter at finishing school, but I didn't see her around. He was from big, Russian oil money and that compensated for everything else.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Ron, American businessman", "He wore cowboy hat and boots and was identifying business opportunities on the continent while also identifying other opportunities. I was one. I felt like a sugar baby for the time he was around. Money, like everything else, seemed like it didn't matter to him.")>> <</if>> <<case "kids">> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1 || _biSwitch2>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Winnie, on study abroad", "Winnie was studying abroad at one of the local colleges and clearly came less for the learning and more for the partying. It took a while to establish exactly where her interest lay with me, but then we were laying together often. It was fun, she was cute and a constant for me.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Tara, fellow backpacker", "Tara was on her way through town and ran into her filling her water bottle from a fountain. We exchanged some stories and ideas of where we'd been and where we should go next. The hostel was the next location which was exciting in its own right.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Jules, sneaking away from her parents", "Jules was on a european vacation with her parents. I couldn't quite peg her age, but she was in a rebellious phase. She was getting away from them and didn't have particular plans. I swooped her up and made sure she had a place to go and things to do.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Willy, on study abroad", "Willy was studying abroad at one of the local colleges and clearly came less for the learning and more for the partying. It took a while to establish exactly where his interest lay with me, but then we were laying together often. It was fun, he was cute and a constant for me.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Tor, fellow backpacker", "Tor was on his way through town and ran into him filling his water bottle from a fountain. We exchanged some stories and ideas of where we'd been and where we should go next. The hostel was the next location which was exciting in its own right.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Julian, sneaking away from his family", "Julian was on a european vacation with his family. I couldn't quite peg his age -- older -- but he was getting away from the frustrations of family. He set eyes on me and saw me as an outlet. He swooped me up and made sure he had a place to release the his pent-up tension.")>> <</if>> <<case "local">> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1 || _biSwitch2>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Vica, tour guide", "Vica knew the ins and outs of the town: the sites to see, how to get in and get the real scoop on the area. Her ready knowledge was incredibly attractive, and useful as she was able to show me some of the more adventurous places to take off our clothes.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Alessandra, vintner", "Alessandra ran a winery out of town. She was widowed and her home was empty and sad without a family. I knew how to cheer her up, and she knew how to ensure I had to sleep off a bit too much to drink.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Caterina, petty bureaucrat", "Caterina was handling an awkward moment when I nearly got deported due to some accident. She used my situation to her advantage -- one of the few perks of being such a low-level clerk.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Vic, tour guide", "Vic knew the ins and outs of the town: the sites to see, how to get in and get the real scoop on the area. His ready knowledge was incredibly attractive, and useful as she was able to show me some of the more adventurous places to take off our clothes.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Alessandro, vintner", "Alessandro ran a winery out of town. He was a widower and his home was empty and sad without a family. I knew how to cheer him up, and he knew how to ensure I had to sleep off a bit too much to drink.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Ennio, petty bureaucrat", "Ennio was handling an awkward moment when I nearly got deported due to some accident. He used my situation to his advantage -- one of the few perks of being such a low-level clerk.")>> <</if>> <<case "work">> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1 || _biSwitch2>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Ambrosia, sweatshop worker", "Her hands were rough, her eyes always looked moments from closing, but she still found energy for me after her nights that ended in the morning. She had worked herself to the bone and had an intensity of a woman burning at both ends.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Suri, waitress", "Suri was perpetually drunk or on something. Not too uncommon among restaurant workers, but it lowered her inhibitions -- and maybe her standards -- but it meant that I received the inebriated end of her passion and she received a way to deep sleep.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Irina, whore", "Irina worked the town's johns. And somehow, even after her work she still wanted sex. And with me. I had to quash the thoughts of who she was with and what she might be bringing with her, but goddamn was she an incredible fuck.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Dario, sweatshop owner", "Dario's life was eeking out margins and drawing every last bit of energy out of his workforce. He leveraged deportation and everything else he could drum up. There was something sinister about him, especially in how he targeted me and found his way inside. Yet somehow, even looking back I still miss him.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Aurelio, waiter", "Aurelio was perpetually drunk or on something. Not too uncommon among restaurant workers, but it lowered his inhibitions -- and maybe his standards -- but it meant that I received the inebriated end of his passion and he received a way to deep sleep.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Carmine, gigolo", "Carmine worked the town's johns. And somehow, even after his work he still wanted sex. And with me. I had to quash the thoughts of who he was with -- men or women -- and what he might be bringing with him, but goddamn was he an incredible fuck.")>> <</if>> <</switch>> <<if $CC.sexuality == 0>> <<set _biSwitch3 = random(0,1)>> <</if>> <<switch $GY.location>> <<case 1>> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1 || _biSwitch3>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Madeline, by the Eiffel Tower", "They say Paris is for lovers, and the Eiffel tower is the emblem of passion -- I don't know if that last part is said, but I think everyone agrees. So it doesn't strike me as too odd that I ran into Madeline with her cliche beret and that we had a little fling of passion in her apartment near the center of the city.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Catalina, near the Sagrada Familia", "I don't know if I've had a stronger religious experience than walking through La Sagrada Familia. Something about the light and color just hit me at my core. And there I was, wiping tears away in a pew when Catalina approached me with a tissue. A Spaniard visiting the site for the first time as well, she and I had another religious experience later, together.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Aimee, after the Louvre", "I had been told to rush to the Mona Lisa, lest I get stuck behind the crazy crowds. So, walk-running at the opening moments of the museum, I ran into Aimee. She was also rushing the Mona Lisa and we ended up seeing more of each other's faces than the famous Da Vinci. She had a cute smile as well, enough that I could ignore the goose egg on her forehead watching her sucking at my tits.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Daria, near the Acropolis", "There's a lot of animosity regarding tourism in Greece and Daria was no exception. In fact, we encountered each other first as she was telling me to get out of her country. A diatribe of reasons and pain, but I couldn't help but be attracted to her and this passion. I don't know if I changed her mind about foreigners seeing the sites, but I know I helped her release some of that anger.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Wilhelmina, in Neuschwanstein", "Mad King Ludwig's castle is not what I expected. Nothing about the design made sense, there were rooms on top of rooms and every kind of room that you could imagine. Mina was as into the discovery process as I was and we bonded walking through the insanity, and then, caught up with our own, we searched out the Secret Grotto and shared it together, quickly, intimately, before anyone caught us.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Isak, by the Eiffel Tower", "They say Paris is for lovers, and the Eiffel tower is the emblem of passion -- I don't know if that last part is said, but I think everyone agrees. Isak chatted me up at the foot of the wrought iron and brought me back to his nearby flat. He swept me up and swept me off my feet and straight into his bed. I wondered if it came so easily to him because it was a regular thing for him.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Giovanni, near the Sagrada Familia", "I don't know if I've had a stronger religious experience than walking through La Sagrada Familia. Something about the light and color just hit me at my core. And there I was, wiping tears away in a pew when Giovanni approached me with a tissue. He was working on the building -- will it ever be complete? -- and was willing to show me a new alcove that he was working on. And then he worked on me. Dusty, teary, I left with quite an experience.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Emilio, after the Louvre", "I had been told to rush to the Mona Lisa, lest I get stuck behind the crazy crowds. So, walk-running at the opening moments of the museum, I ran into Emilio. He was also rushing the Mona Lisa and we ended up seeing more of each other's faces than the famous Da Vinci. He had a cute smile as well, enough that I could ignore the goose egg on his forehead watching him sucking at my tits.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Baptiste, near the Acropolis", "There's a lot of animosity regarding tourism in Greece and Baptiste was no exception. In fact, we encountered each other first as he was telling me to get out of his country. A diatribe of reasons and pain, but I couldn't help but be attracted to him and this passion. I don't know if I changed his mind about foreigners seeing the sites, but I know I helped him release some of that anger.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Bence, in Neuschwanstein", "Mad King Ludwig's castle is not what I expected. Nothing about the design made sense, there were rooms on top of rooms and every kind of room that you could imagine. Bence was as into the discovery process as I was and we bonded walking through the insanity, and then, caught up with our own, we searched out the Secret Grotto and shared it together, quickly, intimately, before anyone caught us.")>> <</if>> <<case 2>> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1 || _biSwitch3>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Bodil, in Gotland", "Gotland wouldn't have been on my short list of places to go in Europe, nor a place that I would remember, but Bodil, a cattle farmer on the quaint little island made sure it was. Attracted by my foreign charms -- maybe I was her version of escape -- she was coarse, a cattle farmer leaning into the cultural differences to be aggressive. And it worked. And I worked on her farm a bit, taken in her thrall for my stint on the far-flung island.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Lorelei, in Tromso", "Going north far enough reveals some incredible beauties. Beyond being remote, beyond quaintness, there are bits of nature hidden to most of us -- like the Northern Lights. What makes them all the more magical is watching them undulate as you rock with a person like Lorelei, a little crunchy, but not adverse to doing it out in the starkness of nature, no matter who or what could be around.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Talia, on the Eurail", "Being on the Eurail was fun. There was a constant flow of new faces and places. Some were normal, business types, others were travelers like me. Talia was down on her luck and seemed to be very comfortable in that state. She needed a ticket and a bunk to crash, and some food. I obliged because she was cute enough and while I wondered how often this was what she did, we had our moment on the train. I wonder if she still remembers me.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Anne, in London", "Bland, weird food, shitty weather, and gross beer would have meant that London was at the very bottom of my list if it weren't for Anne. Her name was simple, but she could eat me out for hours -- and did. She made what was an unspired trip to the Isles insteresting at least between the sheets.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Nicolette, in Monaco", "There are places of wealth and then there's Monaco. It's like a magnet for people over a certain net worth. It was a magnet for me as well and maybe that's the point, because I could feel that people knew and Nicolette was one of them, and I was her plaything, attending to her needs and tossed aside when she found another pretty, young thing.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Gustav, in Gotland", "Gotland wouldn't have been on my short list of places to go in Europe, nor a place that I would remember, but Gustav, a cattle farmer on the quaint little island made sure it was. Attracted by my foreign charms -- maybe I was his version of escape -- he was coarse, a cattle farmer leaning into the cultural differences to be aggressive. And it worked. And I worked on his farm a bit, taken in his thrall for my stint on the far-flung island.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Odin, in Tromso", "Going north far enough reveals some incredible beauties. Beyond being remote, beyond quaintness, there are bits of nature hidden to most of us -- like the Northern Lights. What makes them all the more magical is watching them undulate as you rock with a person like Odin, a bear of a viking, but not adverse to doing it out in the starkness of nature, no matter who or what could be around.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Remy, on the Eurail", "Being on the Eurail was fun. There was a constant flow of new faces and places. Some were normal, business types, others were travelers like me. I was a little hard-up for cash and luckily there was Remy who took me under his wing and into his cabin for the night -- saved me from getting kicked off if it meant that he got paid in trade. It was a weird moment for me, but I wasn't about to get stranded or put in jail.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Ryan, in London", "Bland, weird food, shitty weather, and gross beer would have meant that London was at the very bottom of my list if it weren't for Ryan. His name was simple, but he could eat me out for hours -- and did. He made what was an unspired trip to the Isles insteresting at least between the sheets.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Rhys, in Monaco", "There are places of wealth and then there's Monaco. It's like a magnet for people over a certain net worth. It was a magnet for me as well and maybe that's the point, because I could feel that people knew and Rhys was one of them, and I was his plaything, attending to his needs and tossed aside when he found another pretty, young thing.")>> <</if>> <<case 3>> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1 || _biSwitch3>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Nora, the grifter", "Foreigner, big city, you're literally a target. And I got lifted. This woman was nearly masterful in her approach, but I was quick too. I don't know if it was the shock of making eye contact and her beauty making me smile, or if it was her shock at me catching her bringing a smile to her lips. We went to a nearby bar, used the money she would have stolen off me for some drinks as she told me about what she did. Later, she stole my panties.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Lucia, idolater", "If you had told me I would end up with someone between my legs //in// Vatican City, I would have told you that you were crazy. And it was crazy. Lucia was a fellow wanderer and we had a little passion between us, but I didn't realize how into things she got once we were near the Pope. Granted there was no way that we could do anything in one of ''those'' buildings, but we worshipped each other in the bathrooms and that felt wrong enough.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Emilia, on a gondola", "The canals of Venice may be cliche, but they certainly are intoxicating. I had already taken my requisite trip when I first arrived, but when Emilia insisted that we take a romantic little jaunt just the two of us, I relented. She seemed to know exactly where in the routes were darkest and had good luck or new a good gondolier who didn't turn around when my pants came off.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Elena, in Milan", "The center of the fashion world and Elena was a photographer. I loved the way she looked at me and the way she captured my soul with her pictures. I'm still struck by the fact that I was noticed by her, but can't argue that playing model with her in Givenchy and seeing what I looked like was an epic experience. Not to mention the sex that came afterwards. I glowed.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Aurora, in Sicily", "There was something old and traditional to Sicily. And also frightening. You hear about the Mafia being alive and well in Sicily. Well. They are. Aurora was a bedraggled wife to a local leader. We got close before I knew her connections and despite how intense our time was together, I was especially worried that he would show up one day and put me in the ground. It also made getting away harder too, would there be reprisal for leaving her behind?")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Davide, the grifter", "Foreigner, big city, you're literally a target. And I got lifted. This guy was nearly masterful in his approach, but I was quick too. I don't know if it was the shock of making eye contact and his sexiness making me smile, or if it was his shock at //me// catching him bringing a smile to his lips. We went to a nearby bar, used the money he would have stolen off me for some drinks as he told me about what he did. Later, he stole my panties.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Ignatius, idolater", "If you had told me I would end up with someone between my legs //in// Vatican City, I would have told you that you were crazy. And it was crazy. Ignatius was a fellow wanderer and we had a little passion between us, but I didn't realize how into things he got once we were near the Pope. Granted there was no way that we could do anything in one of ''those'' buildings, but we worshipped each other in the bathrooms and that felt wrong enough.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Marcel, on a gondola", "The canals of Venice may be cliche, but they certainly are intoxicating. I had already taken my requisite trip when I first arrived, but when Marcel insisted that we take a romantic little jaunt just the two of us, I relented. He seemed to know exactly where in the routes were darkest and had good luck or new a good gondolier who didn't turn around when my pants came off.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Oliver, in Milan", "The center of the fashion world and Oliver was a photographer. I loved the way he looked at me and the way he captured my soul with his pictures. I'm still struck by the fact that I was noticed by him, but can't argue that playing model with him in Givenchy and seeing what I looked like was an epic experience. Not to mention the sex that came afterwards. I glowed.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Paolo, in Sicily", "There was something old and traditional to Sicily. And also frightening. You hear about the Mafia being alive and well in Sicily. Well. They are. Paolo was one of them and I didn't know at first. He was attractive, if a bit gruff and toxic masculinity in a bottle, but he was persistent and then he was inside me. And then I found out. It made sex afterwards incredibly frightening. And it made leaving even worse. I still wonder if I'll end up 'taken care of' simply for not staying around.")>> <</if>> <</switch>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if _clickedOn lt _hooksupLeft>> <<for _key, _value range _hostelHooks>> <<capture _key>> <<link _key>> <<replace #buttons>> <<run $bodies.push(_key)>> <<set _clickedOn ++>> <<append #display>> <<print _hostelHooks.get(_key)>> <br> <br> <</append>> <<run _hostelHooks.delete(_key)>> <<include "GY007 - HostelHookups_Display">> <</replace>> <</link>> <</capture>> <br> <</for>> <<else>> <br> So, I'd say I had my full of freedom over the time away. Chance encounters, longer stints when I was in the same place for a while, it was the sexual version of my travels. Unexpected, unplanned, and [[free|GY008 - LMO]]. <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if visited("GY002 - AfrArrival")>> <<outfit volunteer>> <<if $GY.wife == true && $CC.fertile == 1>> /* IMAGE: Puking by a van */ The trip back was stop-and-go. And I was pretty sure I knew why. I think everyone in the van knew why. It wasn't just the jostling of the vehicle that was causing me to vomit my guts out every half hour. <br><br> I wasn't surprised, and I think the only reason I saw surprise and worry in their eyes is that I had been doing what I had been doing...on birth control of course. It just hadn't worked. I let them think that. I was too queasy to care. <br><br> When we returned to the camp, Rachel had pulled Elena aside and then I was pulled aside by Elena. <br><br><br> "I was worried about this, <<print $CC.name>>. It was not smart. And we can't have you here for what's coming." I nodded, my head on her shoulder. "You will get back on the van and take the next flight out." I nodded again, feeling her squeeze my shoulder. "I appreciate what you've done, but we shall take it from here." I felt awful, for so many reasons, but I nodded. "You have your own things to decide." A final nod. <br><br><br> I had a lot of alone time from then on out. My volunteering had come to an abrupt finish and I would not be able to see things through. I wouldn't be seeing any of these things through. <br><br> On the flight back, I saw some kid playing a shooting game on his phone and the repeated Game Over screens really resonated with me. If this were not real life, if this were some game, this //would// have been a Game Over for me. <br><br> I would have failed my mission -- I had. I hadn't been smart and it had cost me. <br><br><br> All the pain and discomfort that followed, I was glad to know that my life would continue. I had learned a very valuable lesson, and I would soldier on. <br><br> I spent much of the rest of the year alone in my room. Depression, but also who else was there? <<print $CC.DName>> didn't make any comments and left me to myself. It had been an incredibly awful year for me. A lot of loss. Some my fault, some not. <br><br> I was glad to see that the Ovatwa had finally gotten the Namibian government to stand down, even though it had meant they began to settle -- literally and figuratively. In some of the clips, I saw my team. I saw some of the tribe that I knew. I saw Kaze. I wondered about him, but that's all it would be. <br><br><br> Eventually, I had to start thinking about what I would do next. I couldn't just remain closed up in my room. [[Life marches on|GY010 - Home]]. <<else>> <div id="dam"> /* IMAGE: Soldiers with guns */ The trip back was tense. No words were spoken, the bonding, closeness, touching of mere hours ago was gone. We had seen the threat not just to the Ovatwa but to our lives as well, and we were heading right back into the military maw. <br><br> Uwe and Elena were waving us down as the van approached the camp, tight smiles of welcome and import. "I hope that was relaxing. They've already started to move." And he was right, the makeshift village was simply structures and reminders of their former presence. <br><br> We grabbed what we could from the camp and climbed back into the van, Uwe handing our driver another wad of cash, and we were on our way. <br><br> "That they are reticent should be clear." He chuckled, "They had agreed to work with us and then, this morning..." <br><br> "Gone," finished Elena. <br><br> "As soon as you get uncomfortable, just drop us off, okay?" He patted the driver's shoulder. The man nodded and I could tell he relaxed at being released so completely from involvement. <br><br> "It is as we suspected, they are moving in and making it as visible and impossible to move them." Elena turned to address us, "Uwe and I have decided the best thing to do would be to record, so I hope your batteries are charged." <br><br> "Only physically and actively intervene if there is a real and credible threat to these people." <br><br> "And that, is a personal decision. We require nothing. You are volunteers." Elena patted Uwe's arm and he nodded. <br><br> It was a quiet ride. The tenseness of our return had increased ten-fold. The AC certainly couldn't abate the sheen of sweat that was less heat-induced and more from nerves. <br><br> And then we saw the military vehicles. That was where we were deposited and we could tell that the tension we were experiencing was nothing compared to what was happening on-site. <br><br> The soldiers saw us and tried to puff up and insist we back off. We pulled out our phones and began to record. Their eyes wide, their anger rising, their fingers toying at the triggers, they turned their attention to the tribal people who had ensconced themselves amongst their equipment. <br><br> We pressed forward, each of us doing our own version of journalism as we reported what we saw, what had brought us to this point and how dire the situation was. And why. The dam had been 'in the works' for decades? At this point, it clearly wasn't going to make or break the country, but it would break these people. <br><br> The cordon did not prevent our entry, the soldiers far more concerned with the repercussions should they not evict their new 'tenants' rather than some meddling kids. <br><br> And that's when I saw Kaze. He and the young girl I had seen him making eyes at were surrounded by desert camo, on the ground in front of the soldiers, and taking the brunt of the butts of AK-47s. <br><br> I rushed forward, a decision needed immediately. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> I could tell these men were in act mode, not thinking mode. And they had guns. <br><br> <</if>> <<crossroads #dam>> <<path>> Watch and record the brutality? <br><br><br> Stand by as Kaze and this woman potentially get killed? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> "Get the //fuck// away from them!" It felt impotent, to be standing so close, to watch the blows fall on people I had spent all this time with. <<if $GY.wife == true>>This person being brutalized that had been so intimately with me, inside me.<</if>> But then, a smarter soldier grabbed the brutalizer by the sleeve. A gun went off, the automatic rile kicking as a spray of rounds flew into the air. Thank god that was the air. <br><br> That could have been me. Or them. <br><br> Everything came to a sudden stop. Men with chevrons intervened and pulled them away, and all of it was on camera. I crouched down and hugged Kaze and the girl, asking them -- bloodied as they were -- if they were okay. <br><br> Elena came over to provide the aid that she spent her life learning. <br><br> The soldiers pulled back outside their own cordon. <br><br> Johannes, Rachel, Pedro all checked on me. We all sent off our recordings. We all felt the crash of adrenaline as the light waned and we realized that likely, this was the end. And the end we wanted. <br><br> That night there was a new fire and a new village, with new people from other tribes -- with our volunteer tribe -- and we danced again. <br><br> I gave a better rendition of my arrival dance in all its glory and was cheered on far more emphatically than that first night. <br><br><br> I think we all were welcome now. And now they were welcome to the very land that they so [[rightfully deserved|GY009 - LeavingAfr]]. <<path>> Intervene and use my privilege for their protection? <br><br><br> Risk my life for theirs? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> "Get the //fuck// away from them!" It was some combination of a movie sequence and what I thought a movie sequence was. I pushed. I insisted. I was <<shake 5s>>shot<</shake>>. <br><br> I don't know if it was accidental, intended, or even who pulled the trigger, but multiple punches to my body sent me to the ground. And I was staring up at the broad, blue sky. That then...got dark. <br><br><br> <<timed 3s t8n>> <<run $CC.memories.push("Nearly Killed")>> Game. <<next 1s>>Over. /* IMAGE: Hospital */ <br><br><br> <<next 2s>> I heard the words from the cot beside me. That kid would not stop playing his stupid combat game. He had no idea how real bullets and death could be. <br><br> Thank god for Elena and the Red Cross. Thank god for medical equipment being on-site. And, according to Elena, thank god for <<linkexpand "youthful resilience.">> youthful resilience. <br><br><br> If this were not real life, if this were some game, this //would// have been a Game Over for me. <br><br> I would have failed my mission -- I had. I hadn't been smart and it had cost me. <br><br><br> All the pain and discomfort that followed, I was glad to know that my life would continue. I had learned a very valuable lesson, and I would...ha...soldier on. <br><br> I spent much of the rest of the year alone in my room. Depression, but also who else was there? <<print $CC.DName>> didn't make any comments and left me to myself. It had been an incredibly awful year for me. A lot of loss. Some my fault, some not. <br><br> I was glad to see that the Ovatwa had finally gotten the Namibian government to stand down, even though it had meant they began to settle -- literally and figuratively. In some of the clips, I saw my team. I saw some of the tribe that I knew. I saw Kaze. I was glad to see him. <br><br> I wondered if my sacrifice had mattered. Had it, movie magic, brought a sudden resolution and made cooler heads prevail? Had I saved Kaze and, likely, his future wife? Not a word was spoken about what had happened on any news feeds, and while some of the clips from my team and my own recording included the gunfire, nothing of who had received the lead. <br><br> Whatever the case, I had acted. I had done something. And we had gotten the ending we wanted. I'd play with my scars as they healed and wondered how often I'd tell that story and what people would think. <br><br><br> Eventually, I had to start thinking about what I would do next. I couldn't just remain closed up in my room. [[Life marches on|GY010 - Home]]. <</linkexpand>> <</timed>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<elseif visited("GY002 - EuroArrival")>> There was a tingle at the back of my head. Kind of like I was feeling eyes on me. It wasn't consistent, but I also knew it wasn't just an awareness of something real -- it happened when I was alone, like the shower, or about to go to sleep. And it grew. There was that instinctive draw to run, to get away from the feeling, and so I did, in a way. I tried to fill my days more, sights, trips, whatever I could. <br><br> The tingle became a pressure, a weight, and that's when I truly knew what it was. It was my time running out. Home. 'Normal life'. It was needing to be confronted with everything I had left behind. The situation and the curiosity of anything had changed. But no word from <<print $CC.DName>> on that front told me what to expect. <br><br> Now having a name for it made me feel a greater need to run. But where to? Was that just delaying the inevitable return of the tingle? Money would eventually run out, and honestly, I was getting worn down by the nomadic-ish life. Not having roots. <br><br> I'm sure there were some people that, in crisis, just threw themselves out into the world never to return. <br><br> That wasn't me. <br><br> My return flight was booked and travel took me inexorably towards my departing airport. And the day arrived. Bag slung behind me again, I was getting ready to put Europe behind me. <br><br> "You sure you don't want to stick it out a bit longer?" Jordan chuckled. It wasn't a joke, I could tell. It was a desire, and more from <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> own fear of being in my position. <br><br> I turned, looking back at <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> and shook my head, "Can't." <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded. I saw the shift in <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> eyes, halfway to kicking rocks and switching to steely resolve, <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> looked at me once more. "Welp." And a shrug. <br><br> Yeah. <br><br> <<if $GY.Jordan == true>> It certainly felt like the end of a relationship. We'd never firmed up what we were to each other, or what the future would be. Intwined thanks to our circumstances and randomness, and now we were finding circumstances driving us apart. <br><br> "Welp." I smiled as kindly as I could, mimicking <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>. <br><br> "See ya around sometime?" <br><br> I nodded, watching <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> turn around and leaving me. Not sure how hurt <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>he<<else>>she<</if>> was, and was surprised to feel a pang in myself. It made me a little upset. I turned on my heel, insisting that I move away first, faster, further. <br><br> The whole time had been to disconnect, to gain space and keep casual freedom first and foremost. We hadn't behaved like we were dating, despite that we were traveling partners. Ugh. Feels. Well, being alone again would solve that soon enough. I [[hoped|GY009 - LeavingEuro]]. <<else>> It wasn't the end of a relationship, we certainly weren't dating. The whole thing for both of us had been about disconnecting and finding a freedom. But still, we had been traveling partners. I'd miss Jordan, no matter what. <br><br> "Welp." A shrug and a smile as I mimicked <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>. <br><br> "See ya around sometime?" <br><br> I nodded and then lunged forward, squeezing <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> tight. Of all the memories, maybe finding a soul mate in Jordan had been the most important of all. I'd miss <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>>. <br><br> A chuckle and we were disentangled. Circumstances and randomness had brought us together and now the same thing was driving us apart. <br><br> I watched Jordan turn and leave me. It hurt, but I clung on to what I could, and maybe I'd see <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>>him<<else>>her<</if>> again? I [[hoped|GY009 - LeavingEuro]]. <</if>> <<elseif visited("GY002 - SwissArrival")>> /* IMAGE: Swiss Alps */ The snow on the peaks melted away as the Madame brought a close to our bespoke portion of the education. I could tell the others were jonesing to get out of here. They were ready to apply their knowledge, or put this BS behind them, or get to something that mattered. <br><br> True, this wasn't world-changing, but the people in the room //could// change the world. Which was a crazy concept. And I was among them. By proximity. It wasn't like I could actually affect the world at the global level. I was just some girl. Some girl who had actually attended and completed a finishing school. <br><br> I added my name to the registry alongside Princesses, Queens, prominent names of generations past. It was crazy. And it was over. <br><br><br> I was packing to return to the States -- most of the others were already gone -- when <<print $GY.friend>> came in and wrapped me in a tight hug. "Going to miss you." <br><br> "Me too." <br><br> "Stay in touch, okay? Who knows when our paths will cross again." <br><br> I laughed. I hoped so, but imposter syndrome was still strong all these months later. As comfortable as I felt with <<print $GY.friend>>, it felt like an anomaly. But still I nodded and squeezed back. "I won't be a stranger." <br><br> "What are you doing next?" <br><br> A chuckle was all I could manage: that thought had been on my mind constantly in the last week or so. <br><br> "Yeah. Well, I thought all of this would have prepared you for something. You're finished now." It was a play on words that had lost its humor, but I smiled anyway. <br><br> "Don't feel it. What are you going to do?" <br><br> <<if $GY.friend == "Rian">> "Might swing around East and see if I can find some of that Chinese money. Gotta fund my ambitions somehow." <<elseif $GY.friend == "Lily">> "Head home. Convene with father and see what our next steps are." <<elseif $GY.friend == "Masenna">> "I have a few causes in mind. Now to see if they are acceptable." <<elseif $GY.friend == "Bekkah">> "I'm thinking, maybe, Bali. Or something else fun." <<elseif $GY.friend == "Alina">> "Same. We'll see." <<elseif $GY.friend == "Sofia">> "Business partnerships in the East. No details for you, dear." <</if>> <br><br><br> I nodded. Well, <<print $GY.friend>> had a far better idea than I did. Another hug, a kiss on my forehead. The perfunctory ones on each other's cheeks with a 'god this is dumb' smile. And then I was [[alone|GY009 - LeavingAlps]]. <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> Stepping into the terminal was an instant transition. There were no monuments, no art -- well, not by a Master -- and everything was modern. //Hyper// modern. Screens, plastic, transactions, advertisements, a general banality...and screens. The automatic doors shutting behind me had brought me from a world that was new ''and'' old. A hybrid of everything that had been incredible before and the way that we'd marched on. It kind of had given a 'wow' factor to today, to see things side by side, to really emphasize our development. But now there was no comparison, except other people. <br><br> It made me think if it had been the same back then, when the cathedrals were going up, but everything felt samey. Everyone was just grinding their gears to eek out an existence. Would some of modernity end up being majestic? <br><br> Who cares. I already missed it. I felt the pressure of now and what was next. <br><br> A bit of me bucked at how easy it was to go back. No massive lines for immigration -- that'd be once I was already State-side, it was just scanning and moving through security and waiting by my gate for the flight home. And I'd get there, unpack and be back in my room. <br><br> Was I more cultured? Did I have enough time and distance from the previous year to find new perspective? Was I any different? That's really the question. <br><br> Or had it just been a waste of time. A temporary, useless escape. And I was heading right back to the exact same place I left. <br><br> I wanted to believe it was the former. But I wouldn't know until I was back, staring face-to-face with what I'd left [[behind|GY010 - Home]]. <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit africa>> <<if $PG.oops == true>> The cramping on the plane was awful and I got well acquainted with the plane bathroom, but everything seemed to have settled by the time we landed in Ruacana. <br><br> <</if>> I was fucking //exhausted//. It's incredible to me how simply sitting, watching some movies, listening to music, reading a magazine or a book -- all could just knock you flat on your ass. I slept what I could, and maybe that was my mistake. <br><br> Rolling down the gangway into the airport I could feel the futile effort of the air conditioning trying to fight against the dry heat. Why did people think they should be living in places like this? Well, I guess that's unfair -- the people I was here to volunteer with, the Ovatwa had been here probably since the dawn of humans. So, it was more of a question about why civilization chose to try and fight <<linkexpand "the brutality of nature here.">> the brutality of nature here. <br><br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>!" A guy called to me. Aussie? Definitely some kinda cute accent. And he was cute. Looked to be about my age, sporting a pair of sandals and rolled up capris. I smiled easily as I approached, pulling my bag behind me. <br><br> "Hey! Johannes?" He nodded and took the bag from me, guiding me away from the crowds and through the airport. <br><br> "How was the flight? You need the bathroom...anything?" It was nice to know that here I'd still enjoy English companions. <br><br> "No, fine. Thanks. I know, I look like shit." <br><br> "Oh, uh no. You look...<<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 6>>incredible<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>great<<else>>good<</if>>." Was he hitting on me? <br><br> "Thanks. So, been with them long?" <br><br> "Yeah. A few months. Pretty incredible stuff. They're so confident in their ways and so easily able to resist modernization. It's crazy admirable." <br><br> "Except for the issues it's bringing between them and the government." <br><br> "Well, yeah. But like...we thought the nomadic elements of these people had died out, become more like their settled cousins--" <br><br> "You like a sociologist or something?" <br><br> "Eventually, maybe. Anthropology is what I've been majoring in." We climbed into a beat up van that had been waiting for me. <br><br> <<image framed "gy.africa-van.png">> <br> "Oh, yeah this is sort of a pre-college thing for me." <br><br> "Wow. I don't know of many people that'd make that kind of sacrifice." Was it a sacrifice? I definitely seemed at odds with my contemporaries. Maybe I'd have that in common with <<linkexpand "the tribal people.">> the tribal people. <br><br><br> We spent the five hours on standard roads and the couple hours overland learning about each other and him bringing me up to speed on the situation as well as our companions. It was a small group of volunteers from across the world that had decided to take it upon themselves to bring the conflict over the Dam to some sort of resolution. It had been going on for years and the government was applying military pressure to force the issue. The resistance had been the settled people of nearby tribes until what looked like the last remaining Ovatwa nomadic tribe was brought into the international spotlight. They were fighting back and a gorgeous -- if horrific -- photo from National Geographic had brought it all to a head. <br><br> There were two elder 'leaders' of the effort: Uwe from the UN, and Elena from the Red Cross, alongside some other younger volunteers like ourselves: Pedro from Mexico and Rachel from Israel. The six of us would be trying to mediate and de-escalate the situation and bring about some sort of compromise, if possible. Why we were being trusted with something this momentous? I couldn't say, but there was clear pressure on the Namibian government and no one else who seemed willing to be involved. <br><br> At the very least, it'd be a story and a great look on my college resume, if I did decide to apply. <br><br><br> In the meantime, the excitement of arrival had dissipated into the oppressive heat, bleak desert landscape, pain of travel and the encouraging rocking of the van. Johannes had fallen asleep on my shoulder. If it weren't for the drool, it was incredibly [[endearing|GY003 - TribalCustoms]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit africa>> /* IMAGE: Volunteer Camp */ <div id = "arrive"> It was nightfall when the van pulled up to a verdant little section at the base of the Baynes mountains. Waterfall and its collection nearby provided the healthy greenery where the tribe was currently nestled. The plastic of our tents were iconoclastic even with the couple hundred yard distance to the wood and mud huts of the tribe. It was sad -- they had to accept some sort of incursion to allow them to remain the way they were. It felt wrong. <br><br> We clambered out of the van, Johannes wiping his chin and trying to shake off the cloud of sleep. He gave a little smile and motioned me over to my tent, where I happily climbed in, shoved my roller bag aside and dropped ontop of the sleeping bag before accepting the sweet and needed embrace of <<link "slumber">><<replace "#arrive" t8n>> I woke to the sauna of the tent, my clothes soaked through. I peeled them off and flicked them wetly aside as I unzipped my bag and dug through for a towel to de-dampen my moist skin. <br><br><br> "You up?" It was Johannes tapping at the plastic doorway. <br><br> "Uh, yeah. Just getting decent." <br><br> "Yeah, sleeping naked is definitely the way to go." He chuckled and I watched his shadow standing nearby as I hurried myself to a better state of dress, and dry. <br><br><br> We made our way over to the main tent where I was introduced to the others officially and welcomed with a warm breakfast. "Welcome ceremony again tonight." Based on the accent, I assumed it was Rachel. <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1>>She was fucking hot.<<else>>She was a gorgeous girl.<</if>> "So, just fair warning here. <<print $CC.name>> , yeah?" I nodded. "They're a highly sexual people. The men will want to take a crack at you. It's...relatively...respectful. And very culturally expected." That explained the vagueness that Johannes had gone into on our van-ride over. There were moments of clear discomfort and he skirted the edges of things that now made sense. <br><br> We remained at the outskirts of the tribe during the day as I was given the rundown of the current situation by Elena and Uwe while we observed them in their day-to-day. Very little clothing, lots of breasts, bodies adorned with leather and hair of the women caked and dyed red. And while you're watching them, they're definitely watching you with a fascination. <br><br><br> Everything that had been said or unsaid made sense that evening during the <<link "ceremony">><<replace "#arrive" t8n>> Children sprinted out to the tents to welcome and draw us in to their fires. They were singing and dancing rhythmically while a cluster formed around me, cooing and pawing at my skin and hands, fingers tugging and toying at the edges of my clothing. I couldn't help but be enamored both by the beauty of their ritual, but also with their attention and fascination of...me. <br><br> <<if $Body.skin == "black">>And it felt weird. Standing next to them, seeing their hands on me, we weren't so different. And I was being treated like some oddity. Was I wrong being who I am and being here, beside them and trying to 'help' from the outside rather than from within? <<elseif $Body.skin !== "white">>While I didn't look exactly like the Europeans that had changed this continent for generations -- outside invaders picking it clean for its resources and people -- I looked far more like them than I did the people that were pawing at my skin. The visible differences between us making the social and subtextual ones very apparent. <<else>>Man did I feel //weird//, seeing their hands on me as they were in awe. The positive emotions that were flowing out of them about how I looked made me feel so weird. Why did my appearance make them fascinated and impressed? <</if>> <br><br> /* IMAGE: Fire at the Tribal village */ They'd formed a crescent, clapping and stomping the ground. The men were nearby, watching and clapping along as they watched the women and children each doing their own interpretation of a dance and taking turns by the fire. Everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves -- especially me. And then, suddenly, I was being pulled off my ass and towards the center by one of the younger girls, "Careful..." came Rachel from beside me as they all let it happen. <br><br> They wanted //me// to dance. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<crossroads #arrive>> <<path>> Whew. Oh, buddy. Here we go. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> I brought my own flavor to the dancing. What would it be? <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("Ballet1")>> <<linkreplace "Ballet">> My boots weren't too pliant, but I danced as if we were on marley, focusing on my lines and grace of movement. It was quite well received, hearing the women oohing pleased from the circle. <</linkreplace>>? <</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("HipHop1")>> <<linkreplace "Hip Hop">> It was not too dissimilar from what they were doing as I rocked and shifted my body to an internal beat. It was hips and tits, thighs and ass, popping my pussy and all highly sexual. And very well received. The men hooted from the sidelines. <</linkreplace>>? <</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("Ballroom1")>> <<linkreplace "Ballroom">> The girl who had brought me out became my dance partner. We waltzed on our makeshift dance floor and my new friends clapped and I could hear them pretending to be courtiers. <</linkreplace>>? <</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("Contemporary1")>> <<linkreplace "Contemporary">> It was a far cry from the hit and plant of the other women, but I brought my emotionality and flow to my movement and the atmosphere changed to a respectful and entranced quiet. <</linkreplace>>? <</if>> Emulate what they're <<linkexpand "doing?">> doing? <br><br> And so I bounced and clapped and tried my best to follow what I had been seeing. They hooted and laughed along with me, appreciating my attempts. <br><br> And right as I was getting into it, I realized there were a couple others around me, pulling up on my top. At first, I laughed at the playfulness, but then realized that they wanted me to join them as women were: topless. <br><br> <<crossroads #arrive>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> I felt a pulse in my pussy and was helping them pull my top off me without a second thought. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't an Exhibitionist. <<contents>> <<upper>><<set $GY.joinedIn = true>> <<if $Body.braless == false>> <<bra>> I reached back to unclasp my bra and flung it aside. <</if>> I smirked over at the men from the tribe and got bright toothy smiles in response as my tits came free. I knew it wasn't because of...tits. It was because they knew how Western society was, while I defied it all. I danced freely, emphasizing movement that made my <<if $Body.tits == "small">>pert little chest<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky handfuls<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>weighty breasts<<elseif $Body.tits == "huge">>swaying and heavy tits<</if>> bounce with extra vigor. <br><br> My team enjoyed it because, well they were seeing them. The tribe enjoyed the sight because of the 'newness' of what I had to offer. And there I was, going 'native' and as breast-free as the rest of the women around. I continued my dance and it became a little group event, all of the women welcoming me as I met them at their level. <br><br> A couple girls jabbered away, eyeing at my chest as we frolicked together. <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Left Nipple") or $Body.piercings.includes("Right Nipple")>>One even reached out to flick my piercings and smiled at me, surprised at my affectation.<</if>> <br><br><br> The dancing settled down and I started walking over to the group, looking around for where my shirt had gone. One of the tribesmen, on the younger side and probably even younger than I was brought it over to me, "Thank you." He smiled. <br><br> "Welcome." I nodded back as I took the shirt. "You like our ways?" <br><br> "I do." And to show him I meant it, I kept my shirt off the rest of the evening. Plus, I appreciated the attention. <br><br> "Not too careful." Rachel laughed as she patted my thigh. <br><br> "Eh, nothing happened." Shrugging it off and heading back to the tents with everyone else, I finally put my shirt back on. <br><br><br> I felt [[welcomed|GY004 - TribalConflict]] and I hoped that they were happy to have me. <<path $Body.braless is true>> I was most of the way there, not like my top was doing much to keep them in. So, it came off without argument. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't go braless. <<contents>> <<set $GY.joinedIn = true>> <<upper>> I smirked over at the men from the tribe and got bright toothy smiles in response as my tits came free. And I knew it wasn't because of...tits. It was because they knew how Western society was, and here I was, defying it all. I danced freely, emphasizing movement that made my <<if $Body.tits == "small">>pert little chest<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky handfuls<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>weighty breasts<<elseif $Body.tits == "huge">>swaying and heavy tits<</if>> bounce with extra vigor. <br><br> My team enjoyed because, well they were seeing them. The tribe enjoyed because of the 'newness' of what I had to offer. And there I was, going 'native' and as breast-free as the rest of the women around. I continued my dance and it became a little group event, all of the women welcoming me as I met them at their level. <br><br><br> A couple girls jabbered away, eyeing at my chest as we frolicked together. <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Left Nipple") or $Body.piercings.includes("Right Nipple")>>One even reached out to flick my piercings and smiled at me, surprised at my affectation.<</if>> <br><br><br> The dancing settled down and I started walking over to the group, looking around for where my shirt had gone. One of the tribesmen, on the younger side and probably even younger than I was brought it over to me, "Thank you." He smiled. <br><br> "Welcome." I nodded back as I took the shirt. <br><br> "I do." And rather than just put on the piece of cloth that wouldn't be hiding all that much -- plus I was sweaty -- I kept my shirt off the rest of the evening. <br><br> "Not too careful." Rachel laughed as she patted my thigh. <br><br> "Eh, nothing happened." Shrugging it off and heading back to the tents with everyone else, I finally put my shirt back on. <br><br><br> I felt [[welcome|GY004 - TribalConflict]] and I hoped that they were happy to have me. <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1>> Oh, well I didn't want to offend, so I helped them take it off. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't suggestible enough'. <<contents>> <<set $GY.joinedIn = true>> <<upper>> <<if $Body.braless == false>> <<bra>> I reached back to unclasp my bra and flung it aside. <</if>> I smirked over at the men from the tribe and got bright toothy smiles in response as my tits came free. And I knew it wasn't because of...tits. It was because they knew how Western society was, and here I was, defying it all. I danced freely, emphasizing movement that made my <<if $Body.tits == "small">>pert little chest<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky handfuls<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>weighty breasts<<elseif $Body.tits == "huge">>swaying and heavy tits<</if>> bounce with extra vigor. <br><br> My team enjoyed because, well they were seeing them. The tribe enjoyed because of the 'newness' of what I had to offer. And there I was, going 'native' and as breast-free as the rest of the women around. I continued my dance and it became a little group event, all of the women welcoming me as I met them at their level. <br><br><br> A couple girls jabbered away, eyeing at my chest as we frolicked together. <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Left Nipple") or $Body.piercings.includes("Right Nipple")>> One even reached out to flick my piercings and smiled at me, surprised at my affectation. <</if>> <br><br><br> The dancing settled down and I started walking over to the group, looking around for where my shirt had gone. One of the tribesmen, on the younger side and probably even younger than I was brought it over to me, "Thank you." He smiled. <br><br> "Welcome." I nodded back as I took the shirt. <br><br> "I do." I smiled, pulling it back over my head. I had no idea where my bra went, but covering up felt like enough of a return to normal for me. That had been a crazy few moments. <br><br> "Not too careful." Rachel laughed as she patted my thigh. <br><br> "Eh, nothing happened." I shrugged it off and headed back to the tents with everyone else. <br><br><br> I felt [[welcome|GY004 - TribalConflict]] and I hoped that they were happy to have me. <<path>> No way. In the West, we keep our tits in, not out. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> I swatted at their hands, "No, no, no!" <br><br> And they started laughing! Continuing to pull like it was a game, tugging firmer as flashes of my <<if $Body.braless == false>>bra<<else>><<print $Body.tits>> tits<</if>> were being highlighted by the flames. One of the guys yells out in surprisingly good English something about being one of 'us' with a firm tone. <br><br> But I twisted free, trying to laugh it off as we all were giggling and I tried to complete my dance. Shaking my head and with beet-red cheeks, I returned to my friends, seeing absolutely crestfallen tribal people and most of the guys of our collective. <br><br> Rachel gave a wry little smile, "Only one to not give them a show." I felt it like a punch to the gut. But she squeezed my thigh and laughed it off. <br><br><br> We watched them round out the evening. All things concerned, I felt [[welcome|GY004 - TribalConflict]]. <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Oh, no, no, no. I can't. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> She nodded, crestfallen but let me retreat to the others. <br><br> I could see that even my compatriots were disappointed in me, but Rachel squeezed my thigh, "Well, that's certainly careful." And laughed. <br><br><br> We watched them round out their dance and we ended the night with broad smiles on our faces. I definitely felt [[welcome|GY004 - TribalConflict]]. <</crossroads>> <<else>> <br> Oh, no, no, no. I <<link "can't">><<replace "#arrive" t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> She nodded, crestfallen but let me retreat to the others. <br><br> I could see that even my compatriots were disappointed in me, but Rachel squeezed my thigh, "Well, that's certainly careful." And laughed. <br><br><br> We watched them round out their dance and we ended the night with broad smiles on our faces. I definitely felt [[welcome|GY004 - TribalConflict]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> The next morning came and went. We fell into a gentle rhythm of living beside and amongst these people. The men had a good grasp of English and the women had enough to essentially communicate. <br><br><br> <div id="topless"> <<if $GY.joinedIn>> There was a part of me that the welcome ceremony, while being a wonderful way to start the experience, it was a bit wrong to have become 'one of us' and then reverted to normal Western behavior. <</if>> <<crossroads #topless>> <<path $GY.joinedIn == true>> Despite the recommendations of the rest of the group, I decided to dress like their women. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't join in the dance. <<contents>> <<set $topless = true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <<upper>> <<bra>> And out there in the desert, it really made sense. Wearing less was not just freeing (and less washing), but was also far cooler and more comfortable. And it was quick to get used to. While the eyes from Johannes, Pedro, and Uwe were constantly not at eye-level, there was a simpatico and surprised response from the tribe that was clearly more at home with me than with any of the others. <br><br> <<path $GY.joinedIn == false>> I heard the reasoning against doing anything otherwise, so I kept my top on. <<blocked>> $CC.name joined in the dance. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> <<outfit africa>> I appreciated not having my team's eyes on my chest, and it seemed to be the expected response from the tribe. <br><br> <<contentsShared>> After a few weeks of getting to know who they were and how their lives would be irreparably affected if the Dam was built, there was a change in the air. The men seemed on edge and most of them were out from the camp on a daily basis. <br><br> When I brought up the change, there was a hushed and measured response from the women and completely ignoring me from the men. The latter was unsurprising -- men were the far dominant sex in the tribe and they did not take well to my attitude and general demeanor, even though it was friendly. <br><br> And then the cause for their behavior became apparent when the roar of engines started. Namibian military was on <<linkexpand "approach.">> approach. <br><br><br> /* IMAGE: Jeeps and Humvees on approach */ We rushed forward, the nylon of our tents flapping in the wind as if creating the tone of tension that we were all experiencing. Elena was at the forefront, waving her arms and walking straight towards the jeeps as they bounded across the terrain our way. <br><br> They were honking, they had weapons brandished and my heart was pounding -- would they really do something with //us// here? Flashes of the NatGeo images and their grotesque subtext flickered across my mind. <br><br><br> Soldiers dismounted the vehicles before they rolled to a stop, weaponry slung at the ready as they motioned for us to get out of their way, "No, no. It's time for them to move. Don't get involved." The man who spoke in accented English <<linkexpand "had chevrons on his arms.">> had chevrons on his arms. <br><br><br> "You have no right to do this!" Elena stood firm. <br><br> "These people haven't done anything to you." <br><br> "Haven't you done enough?" <br><br> "You going to kill us all?" It was a cacophony from the volunteers, ranging from solid arguments to the extreme. <br><br><br> <<if $topless == true>> A couple of the soldiers were stopped short as they saw me coming forward with the other volunteers -- surprised grins on their faces as they watched my endowments bouncing their way. "We moving her too?" <br><br><br> <</if>> Elena motioned us all forward into a kind of soccer-like penalty kick line, using our bodies to prevent the men with guns from doing what they came here to do. <br><br> <div id="intervene"> My heart was thudding. I had come here to make a difference and I had been welcomed by these people. But should I //do// something? <br><br> <<crossroads #intervene>> <<path>> Elena was the leader, she'd handle things. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> I stood mostly to the back, watching Uwe and Elena confront the men in camouflage. A look behind me showed the Ovatwa people going about their business as if nothing was happening -- more of a curious interest as to what was happening than any reaction to their lives being so close to being permanently altered. <br><br> They spoke with their automatic rifles. The threats were clear. <<if $topless == true>>My nipples were ''rock'' hard out of fear, despite the heat.<</if>> And yet, we stood firm. And slowly, but surely, they left. <br><br> Elena pulled us all together afterwards and we let our emotions run free as we tried to release the fear and anger that had been holding us captive for the afternoon. <br><br> "It appears that the men from this tribe and some of the other non-nomads have been seen in and around the area where the Dam is supposed to be erected. They've been passing agreed upon boundaries and we're unsure what they have been doing. We need to find out what's happening and, hopefully, keep there from being any bloodshed. What was stopped here today won't be stopped out there." <br><br><br> The emotionality of the talk and the fury we all felt brought about quick assent. We'd stop this. We'd do what we came here [[to do|GY005 - TribalWork]]. <<path>> No, I needed to act. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> I ran back to the tents, hearing Johannes calling after me and clearly thinking I was just turning tail. I dug through my things. <br><br> A well-placed TikTok could go viral. I grabbed my <<linkexpand "phone.">> phone. <br><br><br> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <<set $GY.tiktok = true>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers ++>> <<if $topless == true>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers += 9>> I dismissed the thought that my bare tits would probably get the video pulled down instantly and my account banned. Instead, I walked out with my phone aloft, talking to my camera as it got a full view of myself and framed the tribe behind me. <br><br> <</if>> /* IMAGE: POV - looking into a phone */ "I've been spending time here with the Ovatwa people of Namibia. They're a lovely, peaceful and kind people. They've welcomed me with open arms. And what are the Namibians doing?" I hit the button to turn the view to the gun-toting soldiers who were frozen, watching me approach. "They're here to displace them, and if those guns don't make the message clear: kill them. You all see the images from National Geographic? It's about to happen again. We need to stop this. //You// need to stop this. <br><br> Reach out to your representatives. Repost this. At people. At Namibia. This is unconscionable." <br><br> I continued my diatribe as I made sure to get close to the men, they wouldn't dare touch me. I got their faces. I got their name tags. And I got them to leave. <br><br> My team was stunned and applauded as the jeeps sped off. It was not directed at me, and definitely came from a place of relief, but I could tell they were stunned and pleased at my quick intervention. We'd see if the video had any broader impact over time. <br><br> Elena pulled us all together afterwards and we let our emotions run free as we tried to release the fear and anger that had been holding us captive for the afternoon. <br><br> "It appears that the men from this tribe and some of the other non-nomads have been seen in and around the area where the Dam is supposed to be erected. They've been passing agreed upon boundaries and we're unsure what they have been doing. We need to find out what's happening and, hopefully, keep there from being any bloodshed. What was stopped here today won't be stopped out there." <br><br><br> The emotionality of the talk and the fury we all felt brought about quick assent. We'd stop this. We'd do what we came here [[to do|GY005 - TribalWork]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Maybe our distance was to our detriment. We needed to go fully native. I stuffed my bag and dragged it out of the tent. <<contents>> <<set $GY.native = true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <<feet>> <<socks>> <<lower>> I dropped my shorts and kicked off my shoes, losing my Western clothing behind as I made my way over to the huts by the waterfall. I have no idea what was happening behind me, but I saw the women of the tribe laughing and clapping happily -- so blissfully unaware of the crisis -- and the men were grinning, seeing me in a way that even the women of the tribe didn't bare themselves except in private. /* IMAGE: Tribal Hut */ <br><br> "Where can I stay?" My heart was pounding. I was trying to just bull my way through the emotion that was fighting my impulse, that was trying to get me to recant and turn back. The woman I asked shied away and ignored me. One of the men stepped forward. He was young. <<if $GY.joinedIn == true>>Oh. He was the one from the welcome ceremony.<<else>>I had noticed his attention most days and he was probably younger than I was.<</if>> <br><br> "With me." His broad smile could not have been bigger, his hand kindly sliding over mine to take the bag's handle from me. I felt the roughness of his skin. I felt the breakdown inside about to win, so I nodded and let him guide me to his hut. <br><br> I was so on display and I so dearly wanted the privacy of inside, enduring the embarassment of what I was showing as I bent over and crawled inside into the deep earthy smell of the hut. <br><br> "My name. Kaze." He patted his bare chest and smiled, leaving the light of the doorway, leaving me to myself. I couldn't bear to walk out, so I calmed down in the cool and dark of the hut, hoping that my choice had forestalled the soldiers. <br><br><br> My mind was preoccupied, though, wondering what this decision would mean. What did joining the tribe mean [[for me|GY004 - HutNight]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how to make the best of what was in my bag. What would work as tribal? What could be co-opted? What would just have to wait in the bag. I was committed at this point and clearly the team wasn't going to fight me in my decision. I was left perfectly alone. Well, at least we all hadn't been killed -- so maybe this //had// worked. <br><br> It wasn't the first time I'd been in my 'room' sitting around naked, but it was far different when your floor is literally dirt and the bed can poke you as much as the ground. But still, the privacy was useful while I decided what to do in regards to my tribal status. <br><br> <div id="clothes"> <<crossroads #clothes>> <<path>> I could tear up what I had into my own version of tribal clothing <<contents>> <<outfit tatters>> <<set $GY.nativeStyle = "tatters">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> I took little peeks out of the doorway and used my memory as I worked my hands raw, tearing the lighter clothing I had and knotting strips into a kind of loincloth. I'd keep decent and hopefully fit in well-enough. A kind of bastardization of their culture? Or an honorific as I brought my culture to theirs? We'd see. <br><br> Kaze chuckled when he climbed into the hut as the sun went down, eyeing my mostly bare body and the attempt at their clothing around my hips, "Not bad." He nodded as he slid in next to me, not much room in his 'one bedroom apartment'. <br><br> His hands confidently slid onto my skin as he got close. <br><br> "W-what are you...doing?" I tried to scoot away, his hands gripped at my hips firmly, a frown on his face. "I'm not your wife." <br><br> "My house. My guest. Woman guest." He leaned in and began sucking at my tits, I gasped out and squirmed a bit. I wasn't sure what to do. I knew that these people had a very polyamorous and polygamous sexual attitude. Men offered their wives to guests and men expected women to submit. I was in Kaze's house and I was taking his hospitality, which -- me being female -- meant he got to take me. <br><br> I hadn't thought about this, just been impulsive and thought I was being clever, but as my body shuddered under his ministrations and I was practically naked, my mind frantically was trying to parse a way forward. <<path>> I could ask to see if there were spares that the tribe could offer me. <<contents>> <<outfit native>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <<set $GY.nativeStyle = "tribal">> I peeked my head out of the hut and waved over one of the more familiar women, who was smiling at me, "Yes?" <br><br> "Um. Can I have...something to wear?" I motioned at my naked form and then at what she had on. She smiled and nodded and I quickly ducked back inside. Minutes passed and she returned with some leather trappings that we worked around my hips and even an adornment around my neck. It probably looked ridiculous, but she didn't seem to care. <br><br> Kaze chuckled when he climbed into the hut as the sun went down, eyeing my mostly bare body and the traditional clothing around on me. It was not what he had expected. "I like." He nodded as he slid in next to me, not much room in his 'one bedroom apartment'. <br><br> His hands confidently slid onto my skin as he got close. <br><br> "W-what are you...doing?" I tried to scoot away, his hands gripped at my hips firmly, a frown on his face. "I'm not your wife." <br><br> "My house. My guest. Woman guest." He leaned in and began sucking at my tits, I gasped out and squirmed a bit. I wasn't sure what to do. I knew that these people had a very polyamorous and polygamous sexual attitude. Men offered their wives to guests and men expected women to submit. I was in Kaze's house and I was taking his hospitality, which -- me being female -- meant he got to take me. <br><br> I hadn't thought about this, just been impulsive and thought I was being clever, but as my body shuddered under his ministrations and I was practically naked, my mind frantically was trying to parse a way forward. <<path>> I didn't feel comfortable wearing theirs or destroying my own. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $GY.nativeStyle = "nude">> <<outfit naked>> I wasn't about to reduce my clothing to trash, didn't want to offend them by mimicking their style, nor did I think it was right to take their clothing. I could eventually make my own maybe, if I learned. But at the end of the day, what their women wore was not much different than plain nudity. So...nude it was. <br><br> Kaze climbed into the hut as the sun went down, eyeing my bare body and wordlessly just casually climbed ontop of me. There wasn't much room in his 'one bedroom apartment,' but there was enough he didn't have to be literally //on// //top// of me. <br><br> His hands confidently grabbed onto my hips as he lifted himself over me, his own hips pushing my thighs apart. <br><br> "W-what are you...doing?" I tried to scoot away, he immediately tugged with his grip on my hips and got me flat on my back instantly, a frown on his face. "I'm not your wife." <br><br> "My house. My guest. Woman guest." He leaned in and began sucking at my tits, I gasped out and squirmed a bit. His cock was pushing against my naked pussy through the rough cloth of his wrap. He was humping against me slowly. I wasn't sure what to do. I knew that these people had a very polyamorous and polygamous sexual attitude. Men offered their wives to guests and men expected women to submit. I was in Kaze's house and I was taking his hospitality, which -- me being female -- meant he got to take me. <br><br> I hadn't thought about this, just been impulsive and thought I was being clever, but as my body shuddered under his ministrations and I was practically naked, my mind frantically was trying to parse a way forward. <<contentsShared>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[GY004 - HutSex][$GY.wife = true]] $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2 || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal")>> It had been too long. Reasons and circumstances be damned. I needed to get fucked. <br><br><br> Backward, uncivilized, native, whatever. Fucking is always fucking. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't excitable or easy enough or have easy arousal. <<path [[GY004 - HutSex][$GY.wife = true]] $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 2 || $CC.maleReaction gt 2>> Being one of the tribe meant adopting their customs. <br><br><br> And so I learned their customs first-hand. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't suggestible enough or respond to men that way. <<path [[GY005 - TribalWork][$GY.repatriated == true]] $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 0>> No way. This was not what I had intended. <br><br><br> I pushed Kaze off and scrambled back to the safety of our camp. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't stable or sophisticated enough. <<path [[GY005 - TribalWork][$GY.repatriated == true]] $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value lte 2 && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 2 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 2 && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte 1 && $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gte 1>> I freaked. I shoved him off me and left my bag behind. <br><br><br> My only concern returning to the safety of the camp. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too excitable, easy, suggestible, while being too sophisticated and stable. <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> "W-wait." I gasped out. It was going to happen, his way or the highway. But it was Africa and I had come prepared. I could see the hardness in his eyes -- and not the good kind -- forming as I lightly pushed his chest to indicate he get off me. He wasn't a mean or malicious man, that was clear because he eased up. "Sorry. Just...we need..." I reached over into my bag, rooting around until I found the roll of Skyns that I had brought. <br><br> "What this?" He watched me tearing it, but knowing he would be fucking me shortly, he was getting his loincloth off, freeing where he was also hard: long, chocolatey brown and steely from the passion of youth. <br><br> "It's a condom." He laughed, still confused as I pulled out the latex and scooted over to him, knees on either side of his hips, feeling the packed dirt floor unrelenting against my bare ass. My hands moved to his cock and I giggled happily hearing and watching him sigh as I took hold of his needy shaft. "Just going to put this on." Holding the base, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat, my other hand guided the condom to his surprisingly circumcised head. <br><br> His hand reached down and grasped my wrist, pulling it away, "No. Nothing on." <br><br> I gave him my best, kind and convincing smile -- seems men were men everywhere -- "It's for protection." <br><br> He smiled cockily and patted himself on his chest, "I protection." Not what I meant. So there we were, in a standoff of sorts, my one hand holding and lightly squeezing his cock around the base, him kneeling between my legs ready to pounce, and his hand holding my other hand away from his penis. I tried to slowly, lightly move my hand back and there was an instant tug away. He looked at me firmly, "Not Ovatwa way." Reached down with his free hand, yanked the thin sheath from my fingertips and flung it aside. He pushed me down with a firm thud onto my back, <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>and instantly a thought popped unbidden into my head -- fuck this is //hot//. The Ovatwa way: unprotected sex for breeding --<</if>> tugging my knees up with his hands while using my hand on his root to make it very easy to find my cunt and thrust. <br><br> My head flicked back against the packed soil with a gasp, he grunted deeply as he thrust deeply, not pausing for a moment, beginning a rhythmic and firm drive into my core. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy")>>The lack of foreplay, but also our relative size difference was making this massively uncomfortable. He was long. I was built shallow. And he was treating me like I could take the full length. (Narrator: she could not). He seemed quite pleased, though.<</if>> <br><br> My hands grabbed at his hips, trying to soften the impact of his long cock-blows, but he was young, and a hunter, living daily in nature and unless I was trying to actually stop him, my hands were doing nothing. "Good American." His bright white teeth smiled over me. "My American." He slammed down, driving my ass and back against the bare ground. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>>And suddenly, I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>, a surprised squeal escaping my lips as my hands went from pushing to pulling, body able to ignore the depth of his strokes for that moment and instinctively wanting him closer, deeper.<</if>> <br><br><br> And then he was cumming. I felt the heat bloom as his cock got impossibly hard and he pushed roughly and deep, releasing his native spunk into me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>The sensation sent me over, my legs curled and pulled at his lower back, drawing him into me as I panted raggedly and my upper body jerked, each thick jism blast of heat sending another wave of pleasure rocketing through me as he rocketed inside me. Lizard part of my brain hoping for another shot of semen so I could cum with him, just a bit longer and a bit harder.<<else>>As I felt him dumping his balls into me, I hoped that my stay within his tent wouldn't always be this urgent, this quick and always leaving me wanting.<</if>> <br><br> It was over. He breathed deeply, flashing those teeth again as he leaned down to suck at my tits<<if $Body.tits == "huge" || $Body.tits == "large">>-- he seemed quite enamored with the size of my female endowment as I was with the endowment inside me<</if>>. I shuddered and mmmphed as the hut got quiet and he stayed inside me, a sandwich of Kaze, me and the ground as he slowly drifted off. And he was asleep ontop of me. <br><br> Such an exhausting day with so much novelty, confusion and stress, I gave in to sleep soon <<linkexpand "afterwards.">> afterwards. <br><br><br> He woke me as the sun began to rise and groggily, we went at it again. Part morning wood. Part because he woke ontop of me. Part because it was new. It took longer and he let me guide him this time: he could be taught, which was good. It was a good morning. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> It was an absolutely unnerving day once he left and had left me leaking two loads. This was going to be regular, I hoped he would be open to oral or at least be hunting on my fertile stretch. Because out here, rhythm and luck was all I had. Especially when I noticed the string of condoms had 'disappeared' that morning, the conversation permanently off the table. <br><br> <</if>> The women of the tribe smiled broadly, seeing the Kaze stain between my legs. Just that little bit of cultural encouragement that I was being part of the tribe. <br><br> My teammates had the opposite reaction. While they understood the societal ways of the Ovatwa and could probably respect my assimilation, the Western sensibilities, doubt, distaste and discomfort were in all of their eyes. Especially Johannes. <<addBody Kaze M "Kaze, one of the Ovatwa.">> <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Kaze, one of the Ovatwa">>And so, Kaze became my first. In the true, Ovatwa way. <</if>> <br><br><br> Now I was Ovatwa, American Ovatwa, as Kaze liked to remind (himself?), but we set to work with the [[tribe|GY005 - TribalWork]]. <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Daytime tribal village */ <<outfit africa>> As time passed and the conflict fell into the rearview mirror, we all fell into a comfortable routine. The excitement of my arrival and the surge of changes that coincided shifted into a day to day that was a great stretch from my American upbringing, but still found its way to being a normal that I was more than happy with. <<if $CC.grooming gte 120>> While the treatments that I had gotten growing up had made my previous years very easy -- maintaining my mound was barely a thought in my mind -- out here I really enjoyed the fruits of the pain and money. I felt bad for the other women (and even Johannes) as they complained about not having enough 'scaping' supplies. And the months were //just// beginning. I shivered at the thought of the jungle that would result. <<elseif $CC.grooming gt 0 and $CC.grooming lt 120>> While I had always been happy at how little maintaining I needed to do to my mound, out here I really saw how much of an advantage it was. Upkeep was relatively simple with my home-kit and the bits and bobs I had brought with me. Essentially I could just live my life while I listened to the women (and Johannes) bitching about a lack of 'scaping' supplies. I shivered at the thought of the jungle that would result. The months were //just// beginning. <<else>> I hadn't really given maintenance of my mound too much thought, but out here the women and I (and Johannes) quickly found a common topic of bitching about a lack of 'scaping' supplies. They ran out practically right away, and it's not like the environment really suited itself to pubic care anyway. The jungle in our desert grew quick and hungrily. I couldn't wait for a return to civilization. <</if>> <br><br> Being around these last vestiges of early human life was fascinating. They loved to spend time talking with me, stroking my unblemished hands and ask questions about me and where I was from. They loved to giggle at my age -- young for leaving highschool -- was an old maid to them. Not married. No children. Old and not a woman, in their mind. <br><br> <<if $topless == true>> And it wasn't just my hands and hair that they were interested in. There was a casualness with the way they wanted to feel and talk about my breasts that was more throw-away than the most bold girl in a locker room. <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> And I didn't want to offend, so over the weeks every woman and child had some time groping at me, some multiple times. I was so different and they were so intrigued. <<else>> I wasn't that comfortable with it, though, so I declined more often than not. Only the most elder or most respected got their turn...and just a moment or two. <</if>> <br><br><br> <</if>> <<if $GY.tiktok == true>> <<if $HS.SMfollowers gt 8>> The TikTok I had put up had absolutely gone viral. While in the moment, just me filming had been enough to stop the soldiers, the message had caught on. Elena and Uwe were quite thankful for my intervention and it sounded like it was actually applying pressure on the Namibian government. <<else>> My friends and meager following all liked and shared the TikTok I had made, but it hadn't done much beyond stopping the soldiers simply by filming. <</if>> <<if $topless == true>> Surprisingly, TikTok had excluded my post from their T&C. It had not been taken down, it had not been flagged. They had determined the content (and its uptake) was far more important than people seeing tits. Eventually, they had found a way to blur on their end, but that had not stopped a massive trend in the video and my following. That would definitely be a talking point at multiple points in my life. <</if>> <br><br><br> <</if>> <<if $GY.native == true && $GY.repatriated !== true>> The tribe had taken me under their wing with surprising ease. The women treated me as one of their own and sincerely seemed to appreciate my efforts at integration. My team was impressed -- anthropologically, of course -- by what I had done and they watched with interest. Rachel and Elena occasionally gave silent check-ins, but after a couple, they saw my willingness and begged off. <<if $GY.wife == true>> What brought the most clout was not bucking their culture and accepting Kaze every single night when he wasn't off on the hunt. The pauses between my guest 'duties' were welcome, but he was very eager and anticipated his returns -- very, very needy. The men of my team became quite distant, knowing what I was partaking in and their Western sensibilities were not as easily bucked as my own. Rachel gave a shake of her head after the first night, "Told you." But that was the only admonishment. <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $GY.repatriated == true>> The tribe had become far colder to me than the others of my group. Denying Kaze was far more of a cultural offense than I thought it would be. They were not interested in having me around. <br><br> <</if>> Whereas the others were doing what they could -- Uwe and Pedro going out with the men on hunts; Elena working with the healers of the tribe; Rachel and Johannes assisting in the gathering and general care of the tribe -- I had to find my own inroads with the tribe to try and uncover what was going on out by the potential Dam. <br><br><br> What were they planning and what could be done? <<if $GY.wife == true>> <br><br><br> <<set $GY.knows = true>> Kaze had told me the very first time I had asked -- though he had insisted on my secrecy. I was them, they were not us. Not the cleanest grammar, but the understanding was conveyed. <br><br> While 'backwards', they were far from dumb. Their plan seemed like it could work: hide supplies and materials nearby the site and planned on relocating during the next season alongside some of their less nomadic cousins and forming a community right where they were not supposed to be. They were hoping that being in place before being discovered would be all the convincing the world needed to support the native cause. <br><br><br> <<include "GY005 - Part - TribalWork Summary">> <<else>> <div id="tribalplans"> <<crossroads #tribalplans>> <<path>> I could ask Kaze, putting my trust in his interest in me and his youth. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<set $GY.knows = true>> <br><br> "Hey, I'm curious, Kaze," I saw the flash in his eyes, "What is happening when you all...go...? Something secret?" He got uncomfortable, that I could tell, but his eyes on me told another story. "I just want to help, if I can. We're really on your side. Remember when the soldiers came? We helped then. We can help with this." He thought, eyes dropping to my chest, then nodded, pulling me aside. <br><br> "Secret, yes?" I nodded emphatically and touched his arm. That brightened the fire in his eyes. He then proceeded to tell me. <br><br> While 'backwards', they were far from dumb. Their plan seemed like it could work: hide supplies and materials nearby the site and planned on relocating during the next season alongside some of their less nomadic cousins and forming a community right where they were not supposed to be. They were hoping that being in place before being discovered would be all the convincing the world needed to support the native cause. <<else>> "Hey, Kaze, I'm curious," he perked up, eyeing my form, "What is happening when you all...go...? Something secret?" He got uncomfortable, that I could tell, but his eyes on me told another story. "I just want to help, if I can. We're really on your side. Remember when the soldiers came? We helped then. We can help with this." He thought, eyes dropping to my chest, then shook his head as his eyes wandered to a girl in the tribe that looked to be four years my junior. <br><br> "You them, not us." Not the cleanest grammar, but the subtext was conveyed. I nodded and left him. That hadn't worked and I'd have to hope the others were going to be able to uncover something. I felt a pang as I thought about the possible outcomes if we weren't involved. I didn't want to see more NatGeo images. <</if>> <<path>> I could ask some of the "women of the tribe, leaning into our feminine community. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 2 || $GY.native == true>> <<set $GY.knows = true>> One afternoon, we were sorting what had been brought in on a foraging run, sitting on our haunches around the burned out remnants of last night's fire. Performatively, I looked around and hmmed curiously. I was very glad none of them had seen TV or movies, and I pulled on all the references I could think of. A couple more times and I saw one of the younger girls -- a wife and four years my junior -- perked up a bit, young curiosity flashing in her eyes, "Where are the men?" <br><br> "Hunt." Came one of the elders. <br><br> "Right, but...not really." I smirked at the younger and gave a little wink. "They aren't being very successful on their 'hunts'. They bring back so little." The elder glared at me and I bit my tongue, not wanting to offend. The younger giggled, though. <br><br> Later on, when we were packing away our portions, she leaned in to whisper, "Secret, yes?" nodding emphatically, she told me everything. <br><br> While 'backwards', they were far from dumb. Their plan seemed like it could work: hide supplies and materials nearby the site and planned on relocating during the next season alongside some of their less nomadic cousins and forming a community right where they were not supposed to be. They were hoping that being in place before being discovered would be all the convincing the world needed to support the native cause. <<else>> One afternoon, we were sorting what had been brought in on a foraging run, sitting on our haunches around the burned out remnants of last night's fire. Performatively, I looked around and hmmed curiously. I was very glad none of them had seen TV or movies, and I pulled on all the references I could think of. A couple more times and I saw one of the younger girls -- a wife and four years my junior -- perked up a bit, young curiousity flashing in her eyes, "Where are the men?" <br><br> "Hunt." Came one of the elders. <br><br> "Right, but...not really." I smirked at the younger and gave a little wink. "They aren't being very successful on their 'hunts'. They bring back so little." The elder glared at me and I bit my tongue, not wanting to offend. My eyes darted to the younger, hoping that her connection with me was strong enough to beat out the societal structure. She hadn't looked up. <br><br> "You them, not us." Not the cleanest grammar, but the subtext was conveyed. I nodded and continued my efforts, hoping I wouldn't be relegated to a less important duty come tomorrow. <br><br> That hadn't worked and I'd have to hope the others were going to be able to uncover something. I felt a pang as I thought about the possible outcomes if we weren't involved. I didn't want to see more NatGeo images. <</if>> <<path>> I could try and follow some of the men out and see where they were going. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 2>> <<set $GY.knows = true>> I had a pretty good bead on the travels of the men thanks to Kaze. Having his attention had given me knowledge and opportunity the others did not. And so, one early morning, I got myself prepared for light, quiet travel and even before the break of dawn was creeping at the edges of the camp, waiting to see the line of men on their way out. <br><br> It was tough, especially in the open land that they travelled in. They were skilled and they knew the area, so much of the day was spent watching them ahead, barely specks on the horizon before creeping forward to anything that might provide cover. They clearly were not hunting, while one would steal away for anything that did happen on their pre-arranged path -- in fact, one of those men almost caught me. I was making my way forward on the kind of leap-frogging travel that had been working so far and all of a sudden, I saw movement to my left. I dropped to the ground and hoped that the mild rise of the earth was enough to hide me. Breathing as little as possible, I watched him -- how he had broken off without me noticing? Damn dots are hard to monitor -- he was finishing cleaning a rabbit and then throwing it over his shoulder as his long-legged gait pounded over the ground to rejoin the group. I breathed a sigh of relief and patted myself off. <br><br> Eventually, I was rewarded with their actual goal. Somehow, they had crossed the edges of the cordoning. This was the area where the Dam would go, if Namibia was allowed. I didn't dare have another run in with armed soldiers, so I skirted the edges, seeing if I could catch a glimpse of these hunters who were far more skilled at subterfuge than I was. <br><br> They weren't the only ones there. I noticed other, similar looking people, moving together -- they wore modern clothes though -- they were removing bags and bundles that they had brought with them and hiding them. Most impressively, they were actually using the Namibian temporary set-up as places for their hideaways. Hiding in plain sight, as it were. <br><br> Once I felt like I had pressed my luck, didn't want to get them caught, and understood what was happening, I began my way back. Walking normally. And still, they returned before I did. There was a look from a couple of the men that made me wonder if they hadn't known. Or they thought I was hot. It was hard to tell. <br><br> It seemed that they and other cousin tribes were heading into the site and building up caches of equipment, food and other supplies. Knowing how other grassroots and guerilla campaigns had gone in the US, this was likely something similar. Set up exactly where they wanted to be. Become unavoidable. Unremovable. It hadn't worked too well for native or progressive groups in the States. But it was a valiant plan. And it could work. <br><br> <<else>> I had a pretty good bead on the travels of the men thanks to Kaze. Having his attention had given me knowledge and opportunity the others did not. And so, one early morning, I got myself prepared for light, quiet travel and even before the break of dawn was creeping at the edges of the camp, waiting to see the line of men on their way out. <br><br> It was tough, especially in the open land that they travelled in. They were skilled and they knew the area, so much of the day was spent watching them ahead, barely specks on the horizon before creeping forward to anything that might provide cover. They clearly were not hunting, while one would steal away for anything that did happen on their pre-arranged path -- I found that out the hard way. I was making my way forward on the kind of leap-frogging travel that had been working so far and all of a sudden, I saw movement to my left. I dropped to the ground and hoped that the mild rise of the earth was enough to hide me. Breathing as little as possible, I watched him -- how he had broken off without me noticing? Damn dots are hard to monitor -- he was finishing cleaning a rabbit and then throwing it over his shoulder before standing and casually walking right up to me. I felt like a fool as I just lay on the ground in front of him. "Go back. No follow." <br><br> He waved dismissively and stood there, waiting and watching me depart. <br><br> That hadn't worked and I'd have to hope the others were going to be able to uncover something. I felt a pang as I thought about the possible outcomes if we weren't involved. I didn't want to see more NatGeo images. <</if>> <<contentsShared>> <br><br><br> <<include "GY005 - Part - TribalWork Summary">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> A couple of months passed and Elena called us together for a <<linkexpand "team meeting.">> team meeting: <br><br><br> <<if $GY.knows == true>> I could barely contain myself, wanting to share what I knew, but I waited as patiently as possible as she began, propped up on the edge of a table casually, "Okay. So. Where are we with this investigation?" Her palms lifted, upturned. "No violence. That's good. No news. That's also good. But, as Johannes pointed out -- these are a happy people, but not content to be steamrolled. They are doing something. I wish I could give you more. So. I open the floor to you all, any thoughts?" <br><br> And the floodgates were open. I blurted out everything. How I found it. What I thought it could mean. How likely it was to succeed. Compared it to the pipeline sit-in from the States, Occupy Wall Street, even Ghandi. Pain and concern for these people and the pent-up energy of holding all of this inside eventually had me breathless and a little teary. <br><br> "Wow. Good work." Rachel squeezed my thigh, Johannes nodded -- head inclined slightly. Uwe leaned back, staring at the nylon ceiling. Elena looked down at her knees, rocking slightly. Pedro seemed to disassociate. <br><br> "This will be dangerous. But we will move with them. If anything has become clear -- shitty as it is -- that our presence is a massive boon to these people and can keep them safe. Maybe even make this all resolve in their way." <br><br> There were cheers. There were hugs. I couldn't stop smiling. <br><br> "So. I'll call a van. Time to blow off some steam, relax and have some fun before things become very serious. In the meantime, Uwe and I will meet with them and work out a strategy together." <br><br> There were more cheers. Johannes eyed me and Rachel without much subtlety. <br><br><br> "Be safe. And [[thank you|GY006 - VolTown]]." <<else>> She began, propped up on the edge of a table casually, "Okay. So. Where are we with this investigation?" Her palms lifted, upturned. "No violence. That's good. No news. That's also good. But, as Johannes pointed out -- these are a happy people, but not content to be steamrolled. They are doing something. I wish I could give you more. So. I open the floor to you all, any thoughts?" <br><br> Suddenly, Rachel was talking. She popped out a notebook and began to reference her findings over the past few weeks. Meticulous detail. While she didn't have direct evidence or any words from the tribe, she was pretty sure that they were preparing for a move. And it was an abnormal move. They were prepping the site pre-emptively, which indicated the importance of the location. She surmised that it would be at the gates of the cordoned 'Dam' area: a sit-in of sorts. Live-in. She smiled at her joke. "They are making a final, forceful play for resolution. Kind of a Ghandi strike of sorts." <br><br> "Wow. Good work." Johannes squeezed her thigh. Uwe leaned back, staring at the nylon ceiling. Elena looked down at her knees, rocking slightly. Pedro seemed to disassociate. <br><br> "This will be dangerous. But we will move with them. If anything has become clear -- shitty as it is -- that our presence is a massive boon to these people and can keep them safe. Maybe even make this all resolve in their way." <br><br> There were cheers. There were hugs. I couldn't stop smiling. <br><br> "So. I'll call a van. Time to blow off some steam, relax and have some fun before things become very serious. In the meantime, Uwe and I will meet with them and work out a strategy together." <br><br> There were more cheers. Johannes eyed me and Rachel without much subtlety. <br><br><br> "Be safe. And [[thank you|GY006 - VolTown]]." <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <div id="party"> A part of me felt bad as we all rushed to get our things together. We were putting especial effort into what we were wearing and how we looked and there was a bugbear that was saying the shift in behavior was a comment on our tribal friends. <br><br> <<if $GY.wife == true>> I wasn't eager to get away from Kaze, I told myself. My brain was wrestling with my contextualization of 'boyfriend' and Ovatwa 'wife' and the past months. Break-up came to mind. How it had all begun and how it had continued. How there was no communication besides the base instinct that had been a form of bond. I shook it off. I couldn't think about any of this or what would change or be the same when I got back if I was going to enjoy myself at all. <br><br> <</if>> <br> <<if visited("GY004 - HutNight") && $GY.repatriated !== true>> <<outfit volunteer>> When I showed up at the van, Pedro was laughing and heat rushed to my cheeks, "What?" <br><br> "You just look..." <br><br> "Normal." Rachel finished for him, giving me a squeeze on the shoulder, "Welcome back." Another pang of discomfort in my gut as I considered how, yes, this did feel normal. Better? How easy it was for me to slide back into the 'civilized' world. I knew the Ovatwa wouldn't hold it against me, but it kind of felt like an insult. And I think Pedro actually meant it as an insult. <br><br><br> <</if>> We piled into the van and there was a collective sigh of relief as the AC (weak as it was) washed over us. "Ready?" Looked back the driver. <br><br> "Yeah!" came the unanimous response. <br><br> "Cool. Where we <<link "goin'">><<replace "#party" t8n>> /* IMAGE: Disappointing townscape */ We were all asleep by the time we arrived in 'nearby' Oshakati. The stillness of the vehicle waking me and my teammates, I stumbled out of the van and gave a wave to our driver, "Have fun!" <br><br> I turned, expecting to see Vegas, or something that felt like Vegas after the desert. Oshakati...was not. It was modern, but as we checked in at the Oshakati Guest House, the clerk told us that the area had only been a town for something like 30 years. "There's liquor not far, though." With a broad smile, handing us our keys. <br><br> "What is there //to// do?" I tried to make it a joke. Small-town people never take kindly to those kind of remarks, but given we were guests... <br><br> "Safari? Felix does good ones." And passed a pamphlet across the table. <br><br><br> Did we want to head back out into the desert? <<crossroads>> <<path [[GY007 - Safari][$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++]]>> It was something to do and we really hadn't seen the 'tourist' Namibia. <<path [[GY007 - VolParty][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++]]>> Or we could just try and tear it up ourselves. <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>?" </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Safari animals */ We didn't have the time to take the full seven-day option that was recommended by the pamphlet and Felix was emphatic that we needed to. But then he learned that we were the ones with the Ovatwa.<<if $GY.tiktok == true>> "Aha. I thought you looked...familiar." His eyes wandered a bit over me. I probably held far more celebrity here than other places around the world.<</if>> And relented in his sales pitch. <br><br> We climbed into another van, using Oshakati as our home base and drove back out into the wild. He wanted to know how things were going and gave us the low-down on the local rumor mill, what the news was saying about us (not kind) and what the people were thinking the government would do (a mix of full eradication and backing down). <br><br><br> I could tell that Johannes were less than thrilled at this outcome, but seemed to perk up at the sight of Zebras, "Don't get close. They aren't friendly." <br><br> He proceeded to tell us about how vicious the creatures could be with each other. Kicking each other to death, raping to cause miscarriages. It sounded...human. Sickeningly similar. <<linkexpand "But they were majestic animals.">> But they were majestic animals. <br><br><br> And then the falls. Ruacana Falls, just miles from where I had arrived, were incredible. Massively wide and one of the largest waterfalls in all of Africa. It was a dry season, so they weren't flowing as heavily as they could be, but they were still incredible. <br><br> Felix was a fantastic guide. He was able to fill in the details on practically everything and somehow made it feel like we weren't driving forever before seeing something new and interesting. <br><br><br> The couple days rounded out our knowledge of northern Namibia and were full of naps before we climbed into our beds back in Oshakati. We just crashed, and the beds felt like clouds. The AC like magic -- and I cranked it. <br><br><br> And the //showers//. I felt like a new woman when our time away came to a close and we met our driver to head back to the Ovatwa and see where we stood with the impending [[struggle|GY008 - LMO]]. <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Hotel bedroom */ <<set $GY.hookup = "">> <<set _hookups = [ "Johannes", "Pedro" ]>> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1>> <<run _hookups.push("Rachel")>> <</if>> <div id="party"> The look I was getting from Johannes mirrored my own -- culture be damned. We were here for fun. We had two days, so we headed down to that liquor store post-haste and grabbed enough supplies for the time away and then returned to my room. <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 || $CC.spoiled == true>> I had sprung for everyone to have their own room -- we needed the pampering and space. <<else>> We were about to be sharing rooms, but Rachel had jumped in to pay for everyone to have their own room -- I couldn't tell if it was that she wanted privacy, to be away from me, or that she actually cared about everyone being as comfortable as possible. <</if>> <br><br> Pedro began splitting out some bevvies for everyone while I cranked the AC: god that felt //good//. <<if $GY.wife == true>> Johannes and Rachel climbed onto my bed, which irritated me but I wasn't about to start things off with a fight. And it was the most comfortable place in the room. So, I joined them, cramped as it was. <<else>> Johannes patted the bed beside him as he climbed on, smiling at me. I understood the invitation. <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>> I eagerly hopped onto the bed beside him and tried to ignore the daggers that Rachel was throwing at me with her eyes. She accepted the foot of the bed reluctantly. <<else>> Awkwardly, I looked over at gorgeous Rachel, trying to gauge if I should try and make a pass this evening. "Come on, Rach," and offer for her to join us on the bed with Joh. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> And then the drinks were handed out. I flicked on some mindless television on for some background noise and we got to drinking. Early afternoon drunk. The best kind? <br><br> The conversation began with the upcoming struggle and what we each thought was going to happen. <<if $GY.knows == true>> I got another round of impressed comments from the team about what I had uncovered and how it might make it all work out okay. I hoped so. <</if>> But then we got into our home lives, what we were most excited to get back to (by and large it was creature comforts). <<if $GY.native == true && $GY.repatriated !== true>> Once the drunkenness settled in, they all wanted to know what life had been like as 'one of them'. <<if $GY.wife == true>> I avoided mentioning any of the details of Kaze, though I could hear the subtext to their questions. <</if>> They found my answers boring, it seemed, because the topic was quickly exhausted and a new round of drinks was passed out. I was more than happy to avoid the topic. <</if>> <br><br><br> Alcohol has its effects. And maybe that was the point. There we were, comfortable, wanting to relieve stress and nothing else to do but chill on...beds. I couldn't help it that I was making eyes at <<cycle "$GY.hookup" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _hookups>><</cycle>> <<crossroads #party>> <<path>> Now...to make a ''move''? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<goto [[GY007 - VolSex]]>> <<path>> Eh, better ''not'' risk ruining things with them. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> <<if $GY.wife == true>> Once Rachel and Joh had started making out, the conversation was killed. Pedro and I looked at each other uncomfortably and so I patted Rachel and nudged them to leave. They all did and I curled up on bed and enjoyed scrolling on my phone until I passed out. It wasn't good sleep, thanks alcohol, but it was a deep sleep. <<else>> Johannes scooted closer and closer and I kept moving away and making excuses to leave the proximity of my own bed. Eventually, he got the hint and Rachel and he began to make out. On my bed. Conversation was dead and Pedro and I looked at each other uncomfortably. So, I patted Rachel and nudged them to leave. They all did and I curled up on bed and enjoyed scrolling on my phone until I passed out. It wasn't good sleep, thanks alcohol, but it was a deep sleep. <</if>> <br><br> The next morning, Pedro and I walked around the town and grabbed a few bites to eat before returning to our rooms to kill some time and enjoy the comforts of the hotel for our final day while Rachel and Johannes were doing...each other. <br><br><br> They both seemed quite refreshed and happy when we piled into the van and headed back to our tribe. The time away was nice enough, I guess, but I'm not sure it was that much of a respite given what was [[coming|GY008 - LMO]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if $GY.hookup == "Rachel">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> I thought back to the times that Rachel and I had touched, and I mimicked the behavior, the moments. I smiled at her and flashed some puppydog eyes, eventually leaning in to nuzzle against her neck. A nose-full of her shampoo permeated my nose pleasantly. My lips reached forward and began to press to her slender throat and clavicle. And then she jerked back, her eyes looking at me surprised and confused. She shuffled slightly on the bed and excused herself to the bedroom. <br><br> Shit. I had misread that. Or wanted it to be something that it wasn't. <br><br> Johannes watched her scamper off and slid off the bed as well, leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom to check on her. Pedro gave an 'oops' grimace and smiled with empathic pain. <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality !== -1>> I sighed and shrugged, Pedro moved closer, "You okay?" <br><br> It was the first time we had really shared any time alone or words just the two of us. I nodded, "Just...misunderstood." <br><br> "Yeah. She is beautiful." <br><br> "Yeah, she is. So are you." A tightness started in my throat. Pity fuck? Welcome replacement? Or was I that last girl at the party and easy pickings? <br><br> <div id="pedro"> <<crossroads #pedro>> <<path>> I could turn and kiss him. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<addBody "Pedro in an African motel" M>> As I turned my head, he was moving too. I don't think he was considering the thoughts I had, just that he was into me. And then we were off to the races, kissing, tongues twirling. He was gently, carefully leaning into me and seeing what my intentions were. He wasn't unsteady, just unsure. <br><br> I had gone this far already and needed the release, even if it wasn't my ideal partner. I took the lead, breaking the kiss and moving off the bed. "Uh, s-sorry, did I--" <<if visited("GY004 - HutSex")>> "Shush. Oh shit." I had gotten to my bag and remembered that I was out of condoms...somehow. "Do you have any protection?" <br><br> "Yeah. Of course." He nodded. Then realized he needed to go get it. "Oh, right. Sorry. One sec." He scrambled off the bed and out of the room. <br><br> Well. That was a mood-killer. Well, he'd be back soon enough, so <<linkexpand "I took my clothes off...">> <<outfit naked>> I took my clothes off in the meantime and began to play with myself. Laying there, fingers moving in circles over my moistening slit, my mind went to Kaze and these past few months. Fuckin' sex always brings feelings. <br><br><br> I was about to have sex with Pedro and my arousal thoughts were going to the dirt, mud and African heat, rather than the comfort of this room. There was a soft knock at the door, tearing me away from a particularly nice moment when Kaze had taken the night enjoying how many times he could make me orgasm. <br><br> Right. He'd need to get back in the room. With a sigh, I slid off the bed and opened the door, smirking playfully as Pedro's jaw dropped. "I. Uh." I tugged him inside and laughed as we made our way over to the bed. <br><br> "Thank you." I took the condoms from his hand and flung them on the side table as I dropped back into position and pulled him between my thighs. Back to my memory. <br><br> He went down on me with abandon. I don't think he was undressing either, just eating my mound like a compliant little puppy, but I wasn't paying attention. I was remembering the way that Kaze held my hips, held me down, drove home when he finished. <<shake 5s>>"AhHhHhHHH!"<</shake>> F-fuck that was good. My feet had even left the bed. <br><br> I panted, coming down and then giggled in surprise as Pedro was going back at it, licking and sucking at my super-sensitive clit, making me squirm and shake, "G-get up here." I tried to pull his head up weak from the orgasm, but he did. And with a self-assured grin that I was glad he finally found. <br><br> He undressed as I rolled my hips slightly and shuddered on the bed in my aftershocks. He reached over me and grabbed the condom and put it on and then dropped between my thighs to insert. <br><br> My eyes gave a passing look over him as he was mounting me, "N-no. Here." It wasn't the sight I wanted. I spun at the waist, flipping over into doggy and pushing my ass up, head down as he repositioned. His one hand rubbing the protected tip up and down my hungry gash as his other hand was teasing at my nub, "Je-jesus, just f-fuck me already." I laughed out, but it was a bit harsh. <br><br> He pushed in. Gently. I reached back and grabbed at his hands, putting them on my hips and getting back to my memory. Pedro was a far more selfless lover, his hand between my legs as he thrust. His thrusts not bucking me as far forward as was happening in my minds-eye, but the length of his cock was surprising and gave me the touchstone I was looking for. <br><br> We used the three condoms he brought over that night and while he didn't seem too happy about me insisting on doggystyle each time, he was more than happy enough to fuck me. I came and came and came, collapsing immediately into sleep and a pile of goo as Pedro retreated that third time. <br><br><br> I came more that night than the one I was recalling, but the orgasms still seemed to be coming from [[Kaze|GY008 - LMO]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I pulled out a string of Skyn condoms from my bag and let them sway seductively as I came back over. Flinging them over to him and watching him set them on the side table. He was cute enough and the eagerness and wanting me was certainly a needed ego boost after Johannes. <br><br> "You usually go through that many?" He chuckled awkwardly at the length. <br><br> "Shush." And I leaned into him, quieting him with a kiss. His hands slowly, carefully began peeling away my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>>, then unbuttoning and working down my <<link "shorts">><<lower>><</link>>. My hands were a bit more insistent, undoing his slacks and tugging them down with his underwear as one, freeing an impressive length, head hidden by his foreskin. "Whoah uh hello." <br><br> <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>"Yeah, I hear that from time to time," he chuckled uncomfortably, rather than proudly, as he pulled my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> down.<<else>>"Whoah yourself," He laughed, seeing my lack of underwear.<</if>> I reached over him to grab one of the condoms and roll it down his shaft, smirking at his little whimpers of pleasure at the touch. And then, swinging my leg over his, I mounted him, pushing the rubbery head up and down at my gash, grunting. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal")>> Thank god for my libido, because I was ready to go and sunk down over him, both of us groaning out as he spread me and I gripped down him. <<else>> "Mind if I..." he was lightly guiding my hips off from over him. I was confused at first, but as he moved them up towards his face, I got the hint and was very pleased to accept my hands on the headboard while he began to eat me out. I panted and pressed my hips against his face, feeling his nose pressing against my mound and lower stomach as I let my need dominate my desire to make sure he was comfortable. He wasn't bad at it, sucking and licking at my clit, a finger slowly pumping and twisting inside me. And he wasn't content to just get me ready: soon my stomach, pinning his face to the headboard were spasming, jamming his head back as I squealed out in orgasm. <br><br> Once the ripples slowly ebbed and I was able to finally pull away, he laughed, wiping his mouth, and accepted my hips being back over his. I sunk down, gasping as another wave of shocks went through me, him groaning as I gripped down his length -- he was really in need of this. <</if>> <br><br> He clutched at my hips, watching my <<if $Body.tits == "small">>tiny tits barely move with each thrust<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>handfuls bouncing with each thrust<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>tits swaying and jiggle enticingly with each thrust<<elseif $Body.tits == "huge">>heavy mounds rocking and swaying deeply with each thrust<</if>>, gentle as they were. It was caring, close and passionate. He pulled me close and we made out as he slowly drove himself into me, careful not to discomfort me with the length of his cock. <br><br> The shitty bed squeaked and the headboard thumped slowly and rhythmically against the wall. While I hadn't jumped at this for some romantic roll in the hay, it was getting me to the place I needed to go. He knew how to use his cock and soon I was grabbing at him the way he was holding me, cumming on him as he pulled me down, waiting for me to finish off before beginning to thrust again. <br><br> We used three of the condoms that night and while I think he was a little distracted and upset that I wasn't matching his attention and eye contact, he still came every time and was down to do it again. He was more than happy enough to fuck me. <br><br><br> It wasn't what I had originally planned, but it was still a good [[fuck|GY008 - LMO]]. <</if>> <<path>> Just ignore her comment. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value -->> I sighed and waved him away. He understood the message and gathered the other two and left me to my own devices. <br><br> It was a defeat that left me incredibly un-aroused. I curled up on bed and enjoyed scrolling on my phone until I passed out. It wasn't good sleep, thanks alcohol, but it was a deep sleep. <br><br> The next morning, Pedro and I walked around the town and grabbed a few bites to eat before returning to our rooms to kill some time and enjoy the comforts of the hotel for our final day while Rachel and Johannes were doing...each other. <br><br> They both seemed quite refreshed and happy when we piled into the van and headed back to our tribe. The time away was nice enough, I guess, but I'm not sure it was that much of a respite given what was [[coming|GY008 - LMO]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> I sighed and shrugged, he moved closer, "You okay?" <br><br> It was the first time we had really shared any time alone or words just the two of us. I nodded, "Just...misunderstood." <br><br> "Yeah. She is beautiful." <br><br> "Yeah, she is. So are you." A tightness started in my throat. Not only did I feel like the last girl at the party and 'easy pickings' but also trading Rachel for...Pedro's dick. I think I gagged. I think he noticed. <br><br> I sighed and waved him away. "Girls?" I nodded. He understood and gathered the other two and left me to my own devices. <br><br> It was a defeat that left me incredibly un-aroused. I curled up on bed and enjoyed scrolling on my phone until I passed out. It wasn't good sleep, thanks alcohol, but it was a deep sleep. <br><br> The next morning, Pedro and I walked around the town and grabbed a few bites to eat before returning to our rooms to kill some time and enjoy the comforts of the hotel for our final day while Rachel and Johannes were doing...each other. <br><br><br> They both seemed quite refreshed and happy when we piled into the van and headed back to our tribe. The time away was nice enough, I guess, but I'm not sure it was that much of a respite given what was [[coming|GY008 - LMO]]. <</if>> <<elseif $GY.hookup == "Johannes">> <<if $GY.wife == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> I thought back to the initial van ride and the way Joh looked at me. I smiled at him and flashed some puppydog eyes, eventually leaning in to nuzzle against his neck. A nose-full of the remnants of his shaving cream permeated my nose pleasantly. My lips reached forward and began to press to his throat and clavicle. And then he jerked back, his eyes looking at me surprised and disgusted. <<shake 3s>>Disgusted.<</shake>> He shuffled slightly on the bed and excused himself, his hand reaching out to pull Rachel with him. <br><br> She went very compliantly and gave me a little smirk. I hadn't realized them getting that close, nor how Johannes had turned. It had to have been my time with Kaze. It was so male. It was so depressing. <br><br> Pedro gave an 'oops' grimace and smiled with empathic pain. <br><br> I sighed and shrugged, he moved closer, "You okay?" <br><br> It was the first time we had really shared any time alone or words just the two of us. I nodded, "Just...fucked up." <br><br> "Yeah. Guys are dumb." <br><br> "Yeah, he is." His hand gave my thigh a squeeze. A tightness started in my throat. Pity fuck? Welcome replacement? Or was I that last girl at the party and easy pickings? <br><br> <div id="pedro"> I could turn and <<link "kiss him">><<replace "#pedro">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<addBody "Pedro in an African motel" M>> As I turned my head, he was moving too. I don't think he was considering the thoughts I had, just that he was into me. And then we were off to the races, kissing, tongues twirling. He was gently, carefully leaning into me and seeing what my intentions were. He wasn't unsteady, just unsure. <br><br> I had gone this far already and needed the release, even if it wasn't my ideal partner. I took the lead, breaking the kiss and moving off the bed. "Uh, s-sorry, did I--" <<if visited("GY004 - HutSex")>>"Shush. Oh shit." I had gotten to my bag and remembered that I was out of condoms...somehow. "Do you have any protection?" <br><br> "Yeah. Of course." He nodded. Then realized he needed to go get it. "Oh, right. Sorry. One sec." He scrambled off the bed and out of the room. <br><br> Well. That was a mood-killer. Well, he'd be back soon enough, so <<linkexpand "I took my clothes off...">> <<outfit naked>> I took my clothes off in the meantime and began to play with myself. Laying there, fingers moving in circles over my moistening slit, my mind went to Kaze and these past few months. Fuckin' sex always brings feelings. <br><br><br> I was about to have sex with Pedro and my arousal thoughts were going to the dirt, mud and African heat, rather than the comfort of this room. There was a soft knock at the door, tearing me away from a particularly nice moment when Kaze had taken the night enjoying how many times he could make me orgasm. <br><br> Right. He'd need to get back in the room. With a sigh, I slid off the bed and opened the door, smirking playfully as Pedro's jaw dropped. "I. Uh." I tugged him inside and laughed as we made our way over to the bed. <br><br> "Thank you." I took the condoms from his hand and flung them on the side table as I dropped back into position and pulled him between my thighs. Back to my memory. <br><br> He went down on me with abandon. I don't think he was undressing either, just eating my mound like a compliant little puppy, but I wasn't paying attention. I was remembering the way that Kaze held my hips, held me down, drove home when he finished. <<shake 5s>>"AhHhHhHHH!"<</shake>> F-fuck that was good. My feet had even left the bed. <br><br> I panted, coming down and then giggled in surprise as Pedro was going back at it, licking and sucking at my super-sensitive clit, making me squirm and shake, "G-get up here." I tried to pull his head up weak from the orgasm, but he did. And with a self-assured grin that I was glad he finally found. <br><br> He undressed as I rolled my hips slightly and shuddered on the bed in my aftershocks. He reached over me and grabbed the condom and put it on and then dropped between my thighs to insert. <br><br> My eyes gave a passing look over him as he was mounting me, "N-no. Here." It wasn't the sight I wanted. I spun at the waist, flipping over into doggy and pushing my ass up, head down as he repositioned. His one hand rubbing the protected tip up and down my hungry gash as his other hand was teasing at my nub, "Je-jesus, just f-fuck me already." I laughed out, but it was a bit harsh. <br><br> He pushed in. Gently. I reached back and grabbed at his hands, putting them on my hips and getting back to my memory. Pedro was a far more selfless lover, his hand between my legs as he thrust. His thrusts not bucking me as far forward as was happening in my minds-eye, but the length of his cock was surprising and gave me the touchstone I was looking for. <br><br> We used the three condoms he brought over that night and while he didn't seem too happy about me insisting on doggystyle each time, he was more than happy enough to fuck me. I came and came and came, collapsing immediately into sleep and a pile of goo as Pedro retreated that third time. <br><br><br> I came more that night than the one I was recalling, but the orgasms still seemed to be coming from [[Kaze|GY008 - LMO]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I pulled out a string of Skyn condoms from my bag and let them sway seductively as I came back over. Flinging them over to him and watching him set them on the side table. He was cute enough and the eagerness and wanting me was certainly a needed ego boost after Johannes. <br><br> "You usually go through that many?" He chuckled awkwardly at the length. <br><br> "Shush." And I leaned into him, quieting him with a kiss. His hands slowly, carefully began peeling away my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>>, then unbuttoning and working down my <<link "shorts">><<lower>><</link>>. My hands were a bit more insistent, undoing his slacks and tugging them down with his underwear as one, freeing an impressive length, head hidden by his foreskin. "Whoah uh hello." <br><br> <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>"Yeah, I hear that from time to time," he chuckled uncomfortably, rather than proudly, as he pulled my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> down.<<else>>"Whoah yourself," He laughed, seeing my lack of underwear.<</if>> I reached over him to grab one of the condoms and roll it down his shaft, smirking at his little whimpers of pleasure at the touch. And then, swinging my leg over his, I mounted him, pushing the rubbery head up and down at my gash, grunting. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal")>>Thank god for my libido, because I was ready to go and sunk down over him, both of us groaning out as he spread me and I gripped down him.<<else>>"Mind if I..." he was lightly guiding my hips off from over him. I was confused at first, but as he moved them up towards his face, I got the hint and was very pleased to accept my hands on the headboard while he began to eat me out. I panted and pressed my hips against his face, feeling his nose pressing against my mound and lower stomach as I let my need dominate my desire to make sure he was comfortable. He wasn't bad at it, sucking and licking at my clit, a finger slowly pumping and twisting inside me. And he wasn't content to just get me ready: soon my stomach, pinning his face to the headboard were spasming, jamming his head back as I squealed out in orgasm. <br><br> Once the ripples slowly ebbed and I was able to finally pull away, he laughed, wiping his mouth, and accepted my hips being back over his. I sunk down, gasping as another wave of shocks went through me, him groaning as I gripped down his length -- he was really in need of this.<</if>> <br><br> He clutched at my hips, watching my <<if $Body.tits == "small">>tiny tits barely move with each thrust<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>handfuls bouncing with each thrust<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>tits swaying and jiggle enticingly with each thrust<<elseif $Body.tits == "huge">>heavy mounds rocking and swaying deeply with each thrust<</if>>, gentle as they were. It was caring, close and passionate. He pulled me close and we made out as he slowly drove himself into me, careful not to discomfort me with the length of his cock. <br><br> The shitty bed squeaked and the headboard thumped slowly and rhythmically against the wall. While I hadn't jumped at this for some romantic roll in the hay, it was getting me to the place I needed to go. He knew how to use his cock and soon I was grabbing at him the way he was holding me, cumming on him as he pulled me down, waiting for me to finish off before beginning to thrust again. <br><br> We used three of the condoms that night and while I think he was a little distracted and upset that I wasn't matching his attention and eye contact, he still came every time and was down to do it again. He was more than happy enough to fuck me. <br><br> It wasn't what I had originally planned, but it was still a good [[fuck|GY008 - LMO]].<</if>> <br><br> <</replace>><</link>>, or just <<link "ignore his comment">><<replace "#pedro">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value -->> I sighed and waved him away. He understood the message and gathered the other two and left me to my own devices. <br><br> It was a defeat that left me incredibly un-aroused. I curled up on bed and enjoyed scrolling on my phone until I passed out. It wasn't good sleep, thanks alcohol, but it was a deep sleep. <br><br> The next morning, Pedro and I walked around the town and grabbed a few bites to eat before returning to our rooms to kill some time and enjoy the comforts of the hotel for our final day while Rachel and Johannes were doing...each other. <br><br> They both seemed quite refreshed and happy when we piled into the van and headed back to our tribe. The time away was nice enough, I guess, but I'm not sure it was that much of a respite given what was [[coming|GY008 - LMO]]. <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <<else>> I thought back to the initial van ride and the way Joh looked at me. I smiled at him and flashed some puppydog eyes, eventually leaning in to nuzzle against his neck. A nose-full of the remnants of his shaving cream permeated my nose pleasantly. My lips reached forward and began to press to his throat and clavicle. He shuddered and his hand grasped me around the waist, pulling me in. I rolled up onto my knees and continued to kiss and lick slowly along his gorgeous neck. <br><br> Why wasn't he doing anything? I took a moment to take a check-in. Pedro was stunned. Not surprising. Rachel was...working his pants off. That bitch. <br><br> I pulled up on his shirt and he complied, arms up as he lifted his ass and then suddenly, the South African was fully nude, but Rachel was closer to his cock and so I was left to watch her go down on him and him very happily grunting. Her head bobbed as I froze, a little unsure of what to do. "Come on, get your kit off." He smacked my ass as his other hand took Rachel's red-brown waves into his grip and began to firmly push her along his average manhood. <br><br> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> I wasn't about to let her crowd in on my show. Johannes was //mine//. I quickly stripped down, <<linkexpand "tossing my clothes off to the side...">> <<outfit naked>> tossing my clothes off to the side of the bed as I watch Pedro go grab a chair, realizing he wasn't the focus...or invited. <br><br><br> I swung my leg, moving to straddle him despite the face that Rachel was still blowing him. I'd use my ass and hips and get her off and away by force. He grabbed my thigh and held it in the air, "Hey now, sharing is caring." <br><br> Kicking my knee, I dropped off him and flung his arm wide, "Get. Out. And fuck off." Another knee to his side. Rachel was looking at us, still sucking on his cock as he began to move and mouth-on she was moving with him -- not understanding what was going on. Finally freeing her from his deflating cock, he reached to grab his clothes, giving me the dirtiest look I'd ever received. "Nuh-uh. I said. Get out." Not even letting him get decent, I kicked him and her out. He'd get his clothes in the morning. <br><br> The door shut and I looked at Pedro, frozen in the chair. I sighed and waved him away. He understood the message. <br><br> It was a defeat that left me incredibly un-aroused. I curled up on bed and enjoyed scrolling on my phone until I passed out. It wasn't good sleep, thanks alcohol, but it was a deep sleep. <br><br> The next morning, Pedro and I walked around the town and grabbed a few bites to eat before returning to our rooms to kill some time and enjoy the comforts of the hotel for our final day while Rachel and Johannes were doing...each other. <br><br><br> They both seemed quite refreshed and happy when we piled into the van and headed back to our tribe. The time away was nice enough, I guess, but I'm not sure it was that much of a respite given what was [[coming|GY008 - LMO]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<addBody "Johannes in an African motel" M>> Well, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but I wasn't going to ruin the moment. I leaned in and we started making out. I smelled the aftershave and the shampoo he had used, and then he was moving my head down, down towards Rachel. <br><br> Our heads bumped and she was as surprised as I was, but we complied with the pretty young man, taking turns applying our tongues and lips to his cock. Now I could taste his pre and smell Rachel's perfume...and her arousal. Yeah, fuck. This was hot. Our eyes up at him as he took each of our hair in his hands and guided us, his cock pushing against our faces and smacking against us as the pressure of our oral made it suddenly move and give. It flexed and pulsed against us and then, suddenly, Johannes went from pleased to serious, "You got condoms around?" It was surprising hearing a guy ask for one. <br><br><br> <<if visited("GY004 - HutSex")>> I shook my head and he looked over at Pedro, his hands keeping us focused on our task, "Hey man, can you go grab some?" Such a dick. <br><br> "Uh, yeah. Sure." And I heard him get up and leave. <br><br> I was bobbing on his cock, Rachel taking her turn to get naked when I heard a knock at the door, "Get that for me, kay?" He pushed my head off his cock. Right. He'd need to get back in the room. <br><br> With a sigh, I slid off the bed and opened the door, smirking playfully as Pedro's jaw dropped. "I. Uh." <br><br> I took them from him<<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> and gave him a little fun with a smack at my ass and slow swagger away. He deserved that much<</if>>. Returning to the bed, I had a full-on view of Rachel, ass high, thighs framing the recently smooth mound and glistening sex. She was ready. We both were. <br><br> Tossing the condoms to Johannes, he smiled as he disconnected one from the pack. <<else>> I nodded and motioned over to my bag, "Hey man, can you grab those?" Such a dick. Didn't even look at Pedro to ask. <br><br> "Uh, yeah. Sure." And I heard him get up, the zip of my bag and the unfurling of the stack of Skyn condoms. <br><br> "Shit, <<print $CC.name>>. You came ready." He chuckled. He released my head to grab them from Pedro and disconnected one from the pack. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> "<<print $CC.name>> first." Well, //that// was an ego boost. I could feel the disappointment and rage percolating from Rachel as she slid to the side and Johannes waved me over to mount him. I walked up over his lap on my knees, watching him roll the condom over his cock, "Eat her out so she doesn't feel left out." <br><br> I laughed and shook my head, "Sorry, guys only--" I gasped, Johannes suddenly jammed himself inside me. I heard Rachel's frustrated grunt mimic Johannes pleased one. She didn't seem thrilled by the idea of being left out //or// having a girl do the work. <br><br> We'd gone from a relatively sedate bit of foreplay into the sudden throws of all out passion. He wasn't especially skilled, but he was insistent. And gorgeous. <br><br> I couldn't help smirking over at her as I enjoyed the feeling of his cock shoving inside of me. She was playing between her legs, waiting her turn and didn't seem to be enjoying the show one bit. Pedro, though...he was grunting and grabbing at himself through his shorts. He wouldn't be long... <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> Between the work we had done on him earlier and my own natural...talent...Jo was too. I felt his cock working inside me as his semen filled the condom. His hands clutched at my hips hard, holding me still as he grunted out loudly. Johannes thumped randomly against me, keeping his going as the peak I was going to have ebbed away into nothing. <br><br> "Fuck. You're good." He chuckled, giving me a smack on my ass. I leaned up and climbed off, dropping to the side and sighing out. <br><br> "Just you wait..." like a cat claiming her prey, she began to move to climb onto Johannes for her turn, "Wait. Seriously?" The Israeli accent hit hard, deep guttural tones in her anger. <br><br> I rolled onto my back, prideful. Johannes shrugged, removing the condom and getting off the bed. Rachel chuffed and frowned at me as they both got up and dressed. <br><br> Pedro walked bow-legged out of the room as his sticky shorts making things difficult. <br><br><br> When the door shut, I smiled up at the ceiling and began working myself off, recalling just moments before when I had absolutely dominated [[Rachel|GY008 - LMO]]. <<else>> And Johannes was pounding away eagerly at me and I felt the awkwardness building quickly. Between the work we had done on him earlier and my pussy, he was getting close. <br><br> Suddenly his hands hit my stomach and waist hard as he shoved me off him unceremoniously. Apparently, Johannes didn't know any other way to control himself. I tumbled to the side and nearly off the bed as they both huffed, looking to each other with red cheeks. <br><br> "Ready?" she spread her thighs and withdrew her hand. He complied as they both ignored me now and he climbed onto her like a dragon, grabbing her shoulders and tugging her down as he hilted himself inside her roughly. She squeaked sharply and continued making that annoying little sound as he rammed her pussy with abandon. <br><br> I watched her freckled, perky tits bouncing as her legs awkwardly swayed and moved, held slightly above the bed. Behind them was Pedro, watching and grabbing at himself. And then I could tell he was coming. Oh, yeah I should probably get mine too. <br><br> My hand snaked between my thighs just in time to see Johannes finish his thirty seconds in Rachel, watching her giggling proudly as she took credit for his quick finish, making annoying little 'pleased' squeaks as she felt him loading the condom inside her. <br><br> I sighed, not even begun on myself. Johannes sighed, content. Rachel sighed and slid a hand down Johannes' beautiful body. Pedro sighed and fixed his now sticky shorts. <br><br> Jo climbed off her, Pedro awkwardly got out of his chair, Rachel happily rolled off my bed in triumph. Clothes were collected and put on. <br><br><br> And then the room was quiet. Well, that had been a crazy turn of events. I took a few moments to try and use the visual memories to get myself off, but I kept hearing those squeaks, so I gave up. But at least I got [[laid|GY008 - LMO]]. <</if>> <<else>> "Rach first." Ouch. That's a blow to the pride. I could feel the heat of disappointment and embarassment percolating all over as Rachel eagerly climbed up over him, helping him slide the condom over his cock and grunting out, immediately stuffing himself inside her. I awkwardly climbed up onto the bed, watching her small freckled tits bounce in rhythm with her bouncing. "Eat her out so she doesn't feel left out." He motioned his chin over at me. <br><br> Rachel gave him a surprised and not-too-keen look. I laughed and shook my head, "Sorry, guys only--" But then she was grasping at him, squeaking out as he suddenly jammed himself inside her, clearly unconcerned with me being left out. <br><br> I watched the two beautiful people fucking beside me, the way he grabbed her hips, the cute freckled tits bouncing on her chest...and tried to ignore the annoying squeaking noises she was making while my fingers went where Rachel wouldn't. <br><br> Fine. I'll do this myself. Selfish bitch. While I wasn't turned on by the idea of being eaten out by her, it did hurt that she didn't //want// to. I gasped and panted, I heard Pedro grunting off in his chair, doing what I was doing: watching the pretty people fuck each other. <br><br> Her noises got higher and louder, her hands pressed down on his chest as the motel bed squeaked far more pleasantly. My vision got hazy. Blackening at the edges. Spots...And then he was clutching her hard, grunting and pressing up into her. I don't know if she really was cumming, but she was making a show of it, her mousey whimpers encouraging and mixed with a giggle. <br><br> Well, I was cumming. Gasping out beside them as they finished, not including me at all. I squirmed and shook a little, panting out as I saw her giving him a kiss and climbing off of him, checking out the full condom to ensure that I wasn't going to be involved. <br><br> He tugged the condom off and looked over at me, "Good you came...got a little worked up early. Your fault." He nodded his chin at both of us as he slid off the bed. <br><br> Pedro awkwardly got out of his chair as the other two grabbed their clothes and put them on. <br><br><br> And then the room was quiet. Well, that had been a crazy turn of events. I spent the rest of the evening remembering the two of them right next to me, her knee pressing against my side, his elbow bumping against me...I could smell them still in my bed. I came a few more times before sleep took [[me|GY008 - LMO]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<addBody Rachel F "Rachel in an African motel">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> "<<print $CC.name>> first." Well, //that// was an ego boost. I could feel the disappointment and rage percolating from Rachel as she slid to the side and Johannes waved me over to mount him. I walked up over his lap on my knees, watching him roll the condom over his cock, "Eat her out so she doesn't feel left out." <br><br> Didn't have to ask me twice! I dropped down between her knees. She didn't seem thrilled by the prospect, but wasn't going to say no when she was this horny and with Johannes' approach to the whole scenario. <br><br> My mouth met her clean pussy, enjoying the smooth, silky skin as I dragged my tongue along her cunt, tasting her desire. I heard her gasp out in surprise. That's //right//, bitch. I know what I'm doing. <br><br> Her hand was in my hair like Johannes had been, pressing me down -- her attitude quickly changed -- Johannes suddenly jammed himself inside me. The shock ruined my rhythm and Rachel tugged at my head, trying to guide me with a frustrated grunt. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> I got back into it, eating with abandon, my hands gripping back at her thighs as he fingers found my scalp. And Johannes was pounding away eagerly at me. <br><br> We'd gone from a relatively sedate bit of foreplay into the sudden throws of all out passion. Rachel was cumming and then so was Johannes. Between the work we had done on him earlier and my own natural...talent...he'd been too close. I felt his cock working inside me as his semen filled the condom. <br><br> I kept Rachel occupied, drawing out her orgasm as Johannes thumped randomly against me, keeping his going as the peak I was going to have ebbed away into nothing. <br><br> "Fuck. You're good." He chuckled. <br><br> "Yeah, she is." Rachel roughly tossed my head aside by the hair and I leaned up, climbing off Johannes and wiping my mouth proudly. Two at once. Definitely a record for me. Slowly, and still recovering from her own orgasm she began to move to climb onto Johannes for her turn, "Wait. Seriously?" The Israeli accent hit hard, deep guttural tones in her anger. <br><br> I rolled onto my back, prideful. Johannes shrugged, removing the condom and getting off the bed. Rachel chuffed and frowned at me as they both got up and dressed. <br><br> Looking over at the chair, I saw that Pedro had been masturbating through his shorts the whole time but clearly hadn't gotten his either. He saw the show and event was over and walked bow-legged out of the room as his cock made things difficult. <br><br> When the door shut, I smiled up at the ceiling and began working myself off, recalling just moments before when I had blown both of their [[worlds|GY008 - LMO]]. <<else>> I got back into it, eating with abandon, my hands gripping back at her thighs as he fingers found my scalp. And Johannes was pounding away eagerly at me. <br><br> We'd gone from a relatively sedate bit of foreplay into the sudden throws of all out passion. Rachel was cumming and I felt the awkwardness of Johannes' thrusts. Between the work we had done on him earlier and my pussy, he was getting close quickly. <br><br> Suddenly his hands hit my stomach and waist hard as he shoved me off him, which also ended my work on Rachel. I was trying to draw out her orgasm, but Johannes didn't know any other way to control himself. I tumbled to the side and nearly off the bed as they both huffed, looking to each other with red cheeks. <br><br> "Ready?" she spread her thighs, still overwhelmed by her orgasm and didn't want to move. He complied as they both ignored me now and he climbed onto her like a dragon, grabbing her shoulders and tugging her down as he hilted himself inside her roughly. She squeaked sharply and continued making that annoying little sound as he rammed her pussy with abandon. <br><br> I watched her freckled, perky tits bouncing as her legs awkwardly swayed and moved, held slightly above the bed. Behind them was Pedro, watching and grabbing at himself. And then I could tell he was coming. Oh, yeah I should probably get mine too. <br><br> My hand snaked between my thighs just in time to see Johannes finish his thirty seconds in Rachel, watching her giggling proudly as she took credit for his quick finish, making annoying little 'pleased' squeaks as she felt him loading the condom inside her. <br><br> I sighed, not even begun on myself. Johannes sighed, content. Rachel sighed and slid a hand down Johannes' beautiful body. Pedro sighed and fixed his now sticky shorts. <br><br> Johannes climbed off her, Pedro awkwardly got out of his chair, Rachel happily rolled off my bed in triumph. Clothes were collected and put on. <br><br><br> And then the room was quiet. Well, that had been a crazy turn of events. I took a few moments to remember my ability to get Rachel off and tried to cum, but I kept hearing those squeaks, so I gave up. But at least I got [[laid|GY008 - LMO]]. <</if>> <<else>> "Rach first." Ouch. That's a blow to the pride. I could feel the heat of disappointment and embarassment percolating all over as Rachel eagerly climbed up over him, helping him slide the condom over his cock and grunting out, immediately stuffing himself inside her. I awkwardly climbed up onto the bed, watching her small freckled tits bounce in rhythm with her bouncing. "Eat her out so she doesn't feel left out." He motioned his chin over at me. <br><br> Rachel gave him a surprised and not-too-keen look. I was not about to take two disappointments in a row, and if Johannes was telling this beauty to gimme some...gimme some. I yanked her head down and she squeaked, and Johannes laughed, liking my initiative. I pressed her mouth down between my thighs and insisted. <br><br> At first it was difficult for her because Johannes suddenly slammed himself inside her and she was squeaking and -- I think -- trying to use it as an excuse to not eat me out. But a few tugs of her chestnut hair and a couple thrusts of my hips and she began to lick and lap. Ohhh. Not great, but she knew what she liked and it was close enough. <br><br> Most importantly, though, her eating my pussy kept those damn squeaks she was making to a minimum. Muffled as I looked over to the side at the two beautiful people fucking each other, his hands urgently grabbing at her hips as my body rippled with the rasping of her tongue. We'd gone from a relatively sedate bit of foreplay into the sudden throws of all out passion. It was intense and it was enough for me. <br><br> I grabbed her head without meaning too, suffocating her against my cunt as my thighs pressed onto the sides of her head, shaking and lurching in the bed beside Johannes as he chuckled and was holding still, watching me orgasm. "Fuck, that's hot." <br><br> Rachel lifted her head in disgust, wiping her mouth and looking at Johannes, "Come on...I'm not done." Keep going was the motion of her hand. <br><br> His hands were pushing her off of him, she tumbled to the side with the sharpest squeak she had made so far. He was grinning, "Gonna be quick, Rach almost got me." <br><br> I shrugged as he climbed over me, nodding and shrugging, "Already came." Barely got it out before he grabbed my shoulders and shoved me down and into his ramming hips. I think I may have squeaked. I looked up at him plaintively for the whole five or so rapid-fire strokes before he was cumming, filling the condom and grunting triumphantly over me. <br><br> I sighed, sliding my hand down his beautiful body. He sighed, very content: two women in quick succession. Rachel sighed, not quite finished herself with the fingering she was trying to get in, but the show was over. Pedro sighed from his chair, his shorts sticky. <br><br> Jo climbed off of me, Pedro awkwardly got out of his chair and Rachel dropped off the bed battling the emotions of getting first, but not getting hers. Clothes were collected and put on. <br><br><br> The door shut and the room was quiet. Well, that had been a crazy turn of events. I took a few moments to remember the beautiful Israeli between my legs and gorgeous South African cumming while on top of me and fingered myself to another orgasm. Fuck. That //was// [[hot|GY008 - LMO]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $GY.hookup == "Pedro">> <<addBody "Pedro in an African motel" M>> <<if $GY.wife == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> I knew that Joh found me 'dirty' from my time with Kaze, and that had turned me off from him. Hot as he was, Pedro -- not attractive in the same way, but in his attitude. <</if>> <<if $CC.sexuality == 0>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> While Rachel was kind and touchy-feely, she was not into me while Pedro was. Pretty as she was, I was not about to try to fit a square peg in a round hole. <</if>> I could feel the surprise in the tension of his body as we got close on the bed. At first it was as an excuse to give Rachel and Johannes space -- they were getting awfully close as well. Then hands began to intertwine and lips began to meet and we started to fully focus on our partner rather than the group. <br><br> We were pulling at each others clothes. Rachel and Jo getting at it aggressively while Pedro and mine was more sedate. <<linkexpand "My top.">> <<upper>> My top. His shirt. The other two already naked, Jo giving me a little smack smack on my side, "Got condoms?" He was whispering urgently. Rachel was ontop of him and teasing his cock between her legs with a predatory smile. <br><br> <<if visited("GY004 - HutSex")>> "My shorts." Pedro whispered to me, which was good, because I didn't have any anymore. Interrupted, I moved off the bed as I heard him grunting and her give a sharp squeak. <<else>> "Uh...yeah. One sec." Interrupted, I moved off the bed as I heard him grunting and her give a sharp squeak. <</if>> <br><br> "Careful." She giggled and he began to smack into her slowly, rawdogging her for a bit while I played servant to grab them protection. I came back with a string of Skyn condoms and tore one off for the two of them. Pedro looked pained, knowing how shitty that was, but neither of us could really do anything now. The two beautiful people fucking beside us having a special majesty. <br><br> He nodded and took it from me, tearing it in his teeth and withdrawing for a moment to apply it while Pedro and I tried to get back into a rhythm of sorts. We started making out again while we listened to her squeaking mimicking the shitty motel bed's. My <<link "shorts">><<lower>><</link>>. His. <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>I yanked my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> off, eager to join the throws of sex.<</if>> <br><br> Pedro was sliding the condom on his impressive length as I mounted him, wanting to be able to watch the two beside us and being on top gave me the best vantage of Jo. <br><br> I pressed myself down over Pedro, gasping as he filled me. He held my waist lightly, he kissed at my chest and neck, cradling me while the two beside us banged firmly and intently. It was weird, feeling her thigh against mine, her body rubbing and pressing against mine on the bed not made for four people. Pedro's eyes were on me, mine on them, and them...in their own world. <br><br> She squeaked where I gasped breathily. I was hotter. I fucked better. It was what I was telling myself as I saw the way he grabbed and held her, the way she arched her back to show off her pretty, perky freckled tits, and made those insipid noises he seemed to enjoy. <br><br> And then they were finished. He growled triumphantly as he drove himself up inside her, she giggled proudly as she took credit for his quick finish, making annoying little 'pleased' squeaks as she felt him loading the condom inside her. <br><br> Johannes sighed, content. Rachel sighed and slid a hand down Johannes' beautiful body. My eyes fluttered, feeling a peak rising. He wasn't an intense lover, but he knew how to use his cock. I saw Johannes make a head motion for her to get off of him and them leave. <br><br> The bed groaned as they climbed off, still ignoring us as we were continuing going at it. They collected their clothes and then left. <br><br> Slam. The door shut abruptly and it seemed to set off my orgasm. I shuddered and moaned as I was brought off. Pedro held me still, watching me and waiting for me to finish before beginning again. <br><br><br> The next morning, Pedro and I walked around the town and grabbed a few bites to eat before returning to our rooms to kill some time and enjoy the comforts of the hotel for our final day while Rachel and Johannes were doing...each other. <br><br><br> They both seemed quite refreshed and happy when we piled into the van and headed back to our tribe. The time away was nice enough, I guess, but I'm not sure it was that much of a respite given what was [[coming|GY008 - LMO]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Nighttime African Savannah */ That night we slept out on in the open. <<if $GY.wife == true>>Kaze did not find me. Whether it was the events of the day -- things like that can change you and what you want -- or if it was my normal clothes, or if it was that it was all over, I think we knew that whatever had happened was over.<</if>> <br><br><br> That morning, dusty and dirty, we got back into the van. The driver was beaming and highly congratulatory. We felt sore. It was probably the ground, but it could have also been all of the tension we'd been holding in. I needed a massage. <br><br> It felt like such a let down. But what could have felt comparable to what had happened and what we'd overcome. We exchanged information in the Ruacana airport and took our flights home. <br><br><br> And just like that, the desert, the tribe, the conflict were all behind me, all a memory. Back were the comforts of 'civilization', the safety, the cloistering. And surrounded by literal first-world problems. <br><br> Part of me was happy to have these things, part of me saw how fleeting and unimportant it all was. Manufactured and just as flawed as the culture we had just left. <br><br><br> But. It was my [[culture|GY010 - Home]]. <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Lake Geneva */ <<if $PG.oops == true>>The cramping on the plane was awful and I got well acquainted with the plane bathroom, but everything seemed to have settled by the time we landed in Zurich.<</if>> <br><br> I was fucking //exhausted//. It's incredible to me how simply sitting, watching some movies, listening to music, reading a magazine or a book -- all could just knock you flat on your ass. I slept what I could, and maybe that was my mistake. <br><br> Groggily, I pulled my roller bag down the gangway, thankful to be off the plane. And in Geneva. <br><br><br> Looking out the windows at the Alps is kind of an uncanny experience. It boggled my mind to think that people live here, always experiencing the majesty of those mountains. <br><br> Right over there? Fricking ''France''. A stone's throw. <br><br> And then there was the broad, beautiful Lake Geneva. And across it, my destination, the finishing school -- last in the country and one of the last in the world -- <<linkexpand "in Montreaux.">> in Montreaux. <br><br><br> It came as a slight surprise when I heard my name, "Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>," before I even reached customs. There stood a uniformed man. Crisp and clean. "This way, I can take your bag." His hand reached out before I responded and he ushered me from the gate towards the bustling customs entry, "Oh, no. Not this way." There was a smile that hinted at some personal joke as he moved the other way. <br><br> Instead of making our way through the lines and throngs to dead-eyed customs agents, he brought me to a little room offset from the terminal where a woman nodded as soon as we walked in. "Passport, Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>?" <br><br> It was already in my hand, having expected a far different arrival. But as she quickly scanned it, stamped it and handed it back with nary a question, I began to process all of this. It made sense. For the cost of the school, for the kind of people who attended, of course there would be a private and exclusive (and quick) personal arrival process. <br><br><br> Luminaries in film, business, politics, hell -- fucking princesses -- went to this school. The elite of the elite, and while that did not equate to //me//, <<linkexpand "it did in a way.">> it did in a way. <br><br><br> And so me and Alfred (I couldn't help but think of him as the quintessential butler's name) departed in mere minutes, making our way not to the general pop ferry to cross Lake Geneva, but to a private and ''not'' small vessel that was waiting for us. <br><br> We weren't alone. Which I didn't mind, but was slightly surprising given the personal experience I had been given so far. An effete young man and a bevvy of young women, all dressed to the nines and barely glancing up as I arrived. <br><br> Luckily, I wasn't the last one, because -- as I expected -- the last girl to hop onto the boat had earned a social ding from the enclave. Man, it would be posturing the whole time, wouldn't it. //The// social ladder of all social ladders. <br><br><br> And the boat churned away from the docks into the blue-green waters of the lake. I enjoyed the trip and tried to ignore the general cliquey-ness of my soon to be classmates, watching the countryside roll by, the mountains, the townships. God, it was [[beautiful|GY003 - Friends]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit elegantdress>> It was a small class. Exclusive, exclusive, exclusive. But also, a dying breed. There had once been a need to reinforce certain values on women when there were few options for them, but modernity had made things (essentially) equal. So attendance here was more of a status symbol and for social connectedness rather than holding a greater importance. And for me? A pre-college college? A structured vacation? Whatever the real reason was, I was here amongst them. <br><br> There was... <ul> <li>Rian, that effete and singular man amongst the women -- American but otherwise private.</li> <li>'Masenna, youngest daughter and princess of Lesotho.</li> <li>Sofia, daughter of a Russian oil magnate (and probably other things).</li> <li>Alina, whose mother was mostly a model, whose father was effectively an actor.</li> <li>Bekkah, a socialite from Greece.</li> <li>Lily, who hailed from a religious guru of the Christian Asia.</li> </ul> And then there was me. Just some girl from America whose Dad was a travel agent. And Mom a spy. I had to come up with a better story than that. Not only would it not be believed, it probably wasn't kosher to say. I could already feel my social strata being relegated as I contemplated the difference between us all. <br><br> I unpacked my things in the gorgeously kept single room that overlooked the lake. It was essentially a hotel, and a far cry from the expectation at learning institutions to co-habitate, co-mingle, co-everything. I felt so out of place, talk about imposter syndrome. Next? A fucking <<linkexpand "mixer.">> mixer. <br><br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> Putting on the best, most elegant dress that I had packed, I made my way down to the parlor. <br><br> Hors d'oeuvres were set out on tiered serving platters on a rich mahogany table in the center of the room. The rugs were plush. The students looked plush-er. Madame Neri, headmistress stood in front of the palatial front doors, "Good evening. Welcome to our humble Institute. Thank you for making your trips, long as they might have been," she inclined towards Lily, "and for those that did not have as far to fly, it brings us great honor that you are here. I look forward to our commencement tomorrow, but for the time being, enjoy a little respite and meet your class." A soft clap. The event begun. <br><br> "Here we go." <br><br><br> <div id = "student"> I swallowed and knew that the choice of who to speak to first carried weight and spoke immense volumes about myself -- and how they responded could be equally important. <<crossroads #student>> <<path>> Rian <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "Rian">> <<set $People['GY'].Masenna.rel -->> <<set $People['GY'].Rian.rel += 2>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel -= 2>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel -= 2>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -= 3>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel -->> <<scrollIntoView>> "Oh. We've got to take you shopping." There was an upturn to the corners of his mouth as he looked me over. The tone was cold and unforgiving, but I don't think my approach had been taken as an affront. And effete be damned, he was not even hiding his sexuality. <br><br> "I mean, I'm not...opposed to it." I smiled. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> "You. Are. Fucking. Gorgeous. You need to wear thinks that don't detract from" he made a hand motion at me, "this." <<else>> "You're pretty, but we can make you look //devastating//." <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.memories.includes("TeenModel")>> "Well, not to brag, but I //am// a model." <br><br> "No fucking shit. Work." <</if>> <br><br> He swatted my hand away from a delicately cut sandwich, "Nuh-uh. Honey, if I'm taking you on as a charity case, then you gotta make good decisions." Somehow, the playfulness of his comments made them not hurt. <br><br> "Okay, what other advice you got for me?" <br><br> He shook his head, bringing us over to the flutes of champagne, handing me one, "First. Tell me all about you." And so I did. Not everything, but he seemed to like the mundanity of my life story, so I didn't need a trump card. As the bubbles got to our head he also loosened up enough to tell me about himself. He was from <<if $CC.hometown == "LA">>my home town<<else>>Los Angeles<</if>> and was here for the business etiquette and connections to help him build a fashion empire. He was certain that the political power and money collected in this room would help him get into any room he needed to in the future. I don't think he was wrong. <br><br> We spent the entire hour chatting away, which I think pissed everyone else off, but we didn't seem to care. There was a bond of spirit. <br><br> Madame Neri gave a little soft clap and our eyes turned to her. "Wonderful to meet you all. Have a good evening." None of us had talked to her. <br><br> Hm. I wonder if it had all been monitored as a part of a test, maybe a placement test? In any event, the night was over, so we proceeded back upstairs. <br><br> I felt more at ease about all of this, but that could have been the alcohol, or his easy way -- he was going to do //great//. He left me at my door, swishing away playfully with, "Too bad I'm not into women's fashion, could'a been really useful for you," over his shoulder. I laughed and dropped into bed. He'd be good for [[me anyway|GY004 - FinishingSchool]]. <<path>> 'Masenna <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel -->> <<scrollIntoView>> "Your Highness." I curtseyed in front of her. It was a choice. <br><br> She sighed. Not the right choice. "Please don't." <br><br> "Did I do something wrong?" <br><br> She waved it off, "Not your fault. Where are you from, anyway?" <br><br> "Well, we certainly don't have Princesses in America." <br><br> "I'm //hardly// a Princess. In name only." It was pleasant chatting with her. There was a calm ease about her and I think she appreciated that there wasn't any expectation in our conversation. Her brother would become King, she would essentially be a figurehead of some NGO or not-for-profit. Something to bring honor to her family -- of service to the family. Her sisters had attended before her, her brother was not required. Pleasantries aside (and I think over talking about herself), she excused herself to continue making the rounds. So, I followed suit. <br><br> Bekkah looked like she lived her life on a yacht. Maybe she did. She was wearing a clean, white pant suit that accentuated her even tan. "Hey there. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <<if ($Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $CC.wealth) gt 15>> "Call me Beks." She smiled as her hands dipped into my palm. Not a true handshake, but full of self-importance. <br><br> "Okay." I smiled, thinking that Bekkah had been a nickname. Maybe a nick-nickname? <br><br> Maybe I'll have you to one of our islands. They're ''divine''." It felt like every word was emphasized. Important. I let her impress me for what felt like requisite amount of time before making an exit and find someone who might have been more my speed. She might be a good person to know, but she certainly wasn't a good person. I was just glad I qualified what felt like stringent standards <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -->>"Mmm." She nodded and gave me one of the weakest handshakes I had ever felt. I don't know what I had done to her or how she had already classified me as not worth her time, but as her finger slipped from mine like limp noodles, I felt the embarassment in my cheeks. <br><br> I was stunned as she stepped away from me and felt like everyone was judging me. Had Bekkah been my judge, jury and executioner? I hoped not. <br><br> Grabbing a linen napkin, I turned from as many people as I could, dabbed at the corners of my eyes and looked for someone who might be more receptive. <</if>> <br><br> I saw an opening as Lily awkwardly pulled away from the Russian. There was an aura around Sofia, and not simply because she was by far the best dressed here -- I had never seen the high-slit dress before and imagined it was a special edition or a design that hadn't even made it to Milan. No, the palpable aura wasn't wealth, pretension (she had that, certainly), or the expected airs of our 'colleagues'. There was an icy cold, a worldliness and understanding that immediately set me on edge. "Hi, I'm--" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. I know." I nearly stumbled, she hadn't even brought her eyes to bear on me. <<if $CC.wealth lt 4 || $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel ++>> "//How// you came to be here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> Her gaze scanned me in a way that felt robotic, as if data was being pulled into a far off server. "Right, well, I feel out of place." <br><br> "Why is that?" the delicate way she held the stem of the champagne flute was impressive. "Just because you chose to fly Coach -- you didn't //have// to." There was play in her eyes as if we were in some elite club. I guess we kind of were? <br><br> "How did you know that?" I gulped some bubbly uncomfortably. I felt naked. <br><br> She shrugged, her delicate chest bouncing slightly in her dress that served to enhance and impress with her small handfuls. Her grin broadened, "Knowledge is power, especially when you already have all the power that money can buy." <br><br> She left me with levity, "To put in the necessaries, you know," her lightly accented accent was incredibly disarming. As I turned to engage in my own 'necessaries,' I wondered if she knew my mother's secret. And if she had known before I did. <br><br> <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel -->> "//Why// you are here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> I gulped -- why was I feeling like there was a threat to my life behind every comment? "Yeah. I feel out of place." <br><br> "You are." I could hear the conclusion of our encounter in her tone. I stepped back, eyes darting around hoping that I could make a transition without looking the complete fool that I felt. <</if>> <br><br> Lily was tall. Her hair was pulled back and she had the barest of makeup on. Her fingers played with some sort of beads that were slung around her wrist and waist. "Hi. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> She turned, smiling broadly towards me and bowing her head, "Lily." <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - Volunteer") || $CC.clique == "Prude" || ['church', 'volunteer'].includes($CC.hsv)>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>>"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your prayer." I motioned towards the beads between her fingers. The religious sect had not made many inroads to America, but I recognized the practice and she smiled broadly. <br><br> "I had just finished. Thank you." Another, deeper bow of her head. She patted an ottoman and we seated together. <br><br> We talked as we gazed around at our company, side-by-side but it felt like this was comfortable to her. Her English was not good and she let me know that was her main purpose here: improve her language skills so that she could be an emissary for her father. <br><br> "I could help, if you want." She gave another bow of her head and smiled, eyes finally meeting again. <br><br> "If you want to pray sometime. Let me know." And she stood, backing away with another bow. <br><br> Well, I think that was a friendship in the works. Let's see if I could manage anyone else. <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel -= 2>>"Kind of stuffy in here, right?" I led with a joke. <br><br> She frowned looking at me, "My stuff is in my room." The accent was stronger than I had expected. I realized that my colloquialism had not been understood and that I shouldn't have assumed that she would be a perfect English speaker. <br><br> "Oh, yeah. Mine too." I nodded and coughed slightly, unsure of how to continue. <br><br> "American...Christian?" <br><br> "Uh, //no//." I laughed, which immediately caught in my throat. I saw the offense in her eyes. Her smile was tight, controlled. Another bow of her head. <br><br> "Nice to meet you." And she backed away with another slight bow. Not a good start, but now I had to try again, with someone else. <</if>> <br><br> When I got around to Rian, he raised an eyebrow and appraised what I was wearing with a criticality that felt like a knife. He stood in front of Alina who had far more disdain for me -- didn't even affect a look -- "Dear. What are you wearing." <br><br> Alina laughed and swirled her champagne, "Let's get some more bubbly, Rian." He pounded the rest of his, raised his eyebrows and glass at me in a goodbye as they both swished over to grab more golden-filled crystal. Well, wouldn't be speaking to either of them, clearly. And effete my ass. His sexuality was on his sleeve. <br><br> I had made the introductions where I could. Some better, some worse. The champagne was nice and the snacks were incredible. <br><br> Madame Neri gave a little soft clap and our eyes turned to her. "Wonderful to meet you all. Have a good evening." None of us had talked to her. <br><br> Hm. I wonder if it had all been monitored as a part of a test, maybe a placement test? In any event, the night was over, so we proceeded back to [[our rooms|GY004 - FinishingSchool]]. <<path>> Sofia <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel -->> <<set $People['GY'].Masenna.rel ++>> <<scrollIntoView>> There was an aura around Sofia, and not simply because she was by far the best dressed here -- I had never seen the high-slit dress before and imagined it was a special edition or a design that hadn't even made it to Milan. No, the palpable aura wasn't wealth, pretension (she had that, certainly), or the expected airs of our 'colleagues'. There was an icy cold, a worldliness and understanding that immediately set me on edge. "Hi, I'm--" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. I know." I nearly stumbled, she hadn't even brought her eyes to bear on me. <<if $CC.wealth lt 4 || $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel ++>> "//How// you came to be here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> Her gaze scanned me in a way that felt robotic, as if data was being pulled into a far off server. "Right, well, I feel out of place." <br><br> "Why is that?" the delicate way she held the stem of the champagne flute was impressive. "Just because you chose to fly Coach -- you didn't //have// to." There was play in her eyes as if we were in some elite club. I guess we kind of were? <br><br> "How did you know that?" I gulped some bubbly uncomfortably. I felt naked. <br><br> She shrugged, her delicate chest bouncing slightly in her dress that served to enhance and impress with her small handfuls. Her grin broadened, "Knowledge is power, especially when you already have all the power that money can buy." I fell under her wing, whisked around the room as she lightly intoned all the little secrets and knowledge she had about every. single. person. in the room. That we were kin in her mind was both a blessing and potentially incredibly scary. <br><br> She left me with levity, "To put in the necessaries, you know," her lightly accented accent was incredibly disarming. As I turned to engage in my own 'necessaries,' I wondered if she knew my mother's secret. And if she had known before I did. <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel -= 2>> "//Why// you are here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> I gulped -- why was I feeling like there was a threat to my life behind every comment? "Yeah. I feel out of place." <br><br> "You are." I could hear the conclusion of our encounter in her tone. I stepped back, eyes darting around hoping that I could make a transition without looking the complete fool that I felt. <</if>> <br><br> Bekkah looked like she lived her life on a yacht. Maybe she did. She was wearing a clean, white pant suit that accentuated her even tan. "Hey there. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <<if ($Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $CC.wealth) gt 15>> "Call me Beks." She smiled as her hands dipped into my palm. Not a true handshake, but full of self-importance. <br><br> "Okay." I smiled, thinking that Bekkah had been a nickname. Maybe a nick-nickname? <br><br> Maybe I'll have you to one of our islands. They're ''divine''." It felt like every word was emphasized. Important. I let her impress me for what felt like requisite amount of time before making an exit and find someone who might have been more my speed. She might be a good person to know, but she certainly wasn't a good person. I was just glad I qualified what felt like stringent standards <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -->> "Mmm." She nodded and gave me one of the weakest handshakes I had ever felt. I don't know what I had done to her or how she had already classified me as not worth her time, but as her finger slipped from mine like limp noodles, I felt the embarassment in my cheeks. <br><br> I was stunned as she stepped away from me and felt like everyone was judging me. Had Bekkah been my judge, jury and executioner? I hoped not. <br><br> Grabbing a linen napkin, I turned from as many people as I could, dabbed at the corners of my eyes and looked for someone who might be more receptive. <</if>> <br><br> There was a stateliness to 'Maseena and she simply stood still, the colors of her African country resplendent in the modernization of what looked like to be a traditional gown. She took deliberate bites of a small sandwich while having a few words with one of the male attendants. Interesting. Not one of the others. <br><br> "Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt." I meekly stepped towards them. <br><br> "You aren't, ma'am." The man's accent sounded Italian. And then he was gone. <br><br> "He was cute." She sighed, looking down her nose at me. <br><br> "I'm sorry, your--" <br><br> "Stop it. Don't you //dare//. You're lucky I've had some champagne and my heart is a little aflutter." There was humor to it, thankfully and I smiled. <br><br> "Oh, so...you don't do those, things?" She laughed and squeezed my arm. I was surprised by the familiarity. <br><br> "Hardly a Princess...?" I introduced myself awkwardly and we had a lovely five minutes or so as we discussed the cuteness of the attendants and even the one male instructor, older as he was. Then she made an easy exit, clearly experienced at events like these. <br><br> Lily was tall. Her hair was pulled back and she had the barest of makeup on. Her fingers played with some sort of beads that were slung around her wrist and waist. "Hi. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> She turned, smiling broadly towards me and bowing her head, "Lily." <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - Volunteer") || $CC.clique == "Prude" || ['church', 'volunteer'].includes($CC.hsv)>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your prayer." I motioned towards the beads between her fingers. The religious sect had not made many inroads to America, but I recognized the practice and she smiled broadly. <br><br> "I had just finished. Thank you." Another, deeper bow of her head. She patted an ottoman and we seated together. <br><br> We talked as we gazed around at our company, side-by-side but it felt like this was comfortable to her. Her English was not good and she let me know that was her main purpose here: improve her language skills so that she could be an emissary for her father. <br><br> "I could help, if you want." She gave another bow of her head and smiled, eyes finally meeting again. <br><br> "If you want to pray sometime. Let me know." And she stood, backing away with another bow. <br><br> Well, I think that was a friendship in the works. Let's see if I could manage anyone else. <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel -= 2>> "Kind of stuffy in here, right?" I led with a joke. <br><br> She frowned looking at me, "My stuff is in my room." The accent was stronger than I had expected. I realized that my colloquialism had not been understood and that I shouldn't have assumed that she would be a perfect English speaker. <br><br> "Oh, yeah. Mine too." I nodded and coughed slightly, unsure of how to continue. <br><br> "American...Christian?" <br><br> "Uh, //no//." I laughed, which immediately caught in my throat. I saw the offense in her eyes. Her smile was tight, controlled. Another bow of her head. <br><br> "Nice to meet you." And she backed away with another slight bow. Not a good start, but now I had to try again, with someone else. <</if>> <br><br> When I got around to Rian, he raised an eyebrow and appraised what I was wearing with a criticality that felt like a knife. He stood in front of Alina who had far more disdain for me -- didn't even affect a look -- "Dear. What are you wearing." <br><br> Alina laughed and swirled her champagne, "Let's get some more bubbly, Rian." He pounded the rest of his, raised his eyebrows and glass at me in a goodbye as they both swished over to grab more golden-filled crystal. Well, wouldn't be speaking to either of them, clearly. And effete my ass. His sexuality was on his sleeve. <br><br> I had made the introductions where I could. Some better, some worse. The champagne was nice and the snacks were incredible. <br><br> Madame Neri gave a little soft clap and our eyes turned to her. "Wonderful to meet you all. Have a good evening." None of us had talked to her. <br><br> Hm. I wonder if it had all been monitored as a part of a test, maybe a placement test? In any event, the night was over, so we proceeded back to [[our rooms|GY004 - FinishingSchool]]. <<path>> Alina <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -->> <<set $People['GY'].Masenna.rel ++>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel += 2>> <<scrollIntoView>> God, Alina was gorgeous. Not too surprising given her breeding, and she seemed the most in line with me. The most normal. The closest to a pretender. <br><br> "Hey." I smiled, walking up, "I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> She smiled back, "Alina." She shook my hand and we drew over to the plated appetizers and began selecting a couple on little napkins with toothpicks, "This all as weird to you as it is to me?" <br><br> I nodded emphatically, "No. Shit. So. Why are you here then?" <br><br> She raised an eyebrow, "Same back to you." <br><br> "I asked first." Wow, this felt like time with <<print $CC.FName>>. That was good. <br><br> She took a bite of a crust-less sandwich and rolled her eyes, "Dad didn't want me acting. Mom didn't want me modeling. Both the same reason: didn't want me underneath guy after guy with my legs in the air." <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - SeedyCouch") || $CC.actPath == 1>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel ++>> "Welp, they aren't wrong." Some memories rushed forward of exactly the scenarios she had mentioned. <br><br> "Oh. God. I'm so sorry." Her fingers entwined with mine as she stepped closer. <br><br> "It's okay. Just the way things are. Can't get pissed about what's happened. I was there, I did it." Her eyebrows raised at how un-me too I was being about it. "So, they'd rather you become...?" <br><br> I laughed at how 'uncouth' her response was. "So they'd rather you become...?" <br><br> "Who the hell knows. I think it's a delaying tactic more than anything else. I don't think they have any ideas, and neither do I. Now. Spill, girl. Since you've already done the casting couch thing, what are you avoiding?" Despite the chord that she just struck, I couldn't help but laugh. <br><br> I was laughing a lot and getting some looks from some of the instructors. Felt like a class cut-up and class hand't even started. I told her all about my uneventful background and that my Mom had disappeared and I just wanted to get away, didn't want to go to college, didn't know what else to do. <br><br> She reached a pinkie over and we clasped, "Twinsies. Alright, girlie. Gotta go make nice with the others." I kissed my knuckle and she hers. And then we broke away, both content at finding a fast friend. <<else>> <br><br> I laughed at how 'uncouth' her response was. "So they'd rather you become...?" <br><br> "Who the hell knows. I think it's a delaying tactic more than anything else. I don't think they have any ideas, and neither do I. Now. Spill, girl." <br><br> I was laughing a lot and getting some looks from some of the instructors. Felt like a class cut-up and class hand't even started. I told her all about my uneventful background and that my Mom had disappeared and I just wanted to get away, didn't want to go to college, didn't know what else to do. <br><br> She reached a pinkie over and we clasped, "Twinsies. Alright, girlie. Gotta go make nice with the others." I kissed my knuckle and she hers. And then we broke away, both content at finding a fast friend. <</if>> <br><br> There was a stateliness to 'Maseena and she simply stood still, the colors of her African country resplendent in the modernization of what looked like to be a traditional gown. She took deliberate bites of a small sandwich while having a few words with one of the male attendants. Interesting. Not one of the others. <br><br> "Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt." I meekly stepped towards them. <br><br> "You aren't, ma'am." The man's accent sounded Italian. And then he was gone. <br><br> "He was cute." She sighed, looking down her nose at me. <br><br> "I'm sorry, your--" <br><br> "Stop it. Don't you //dare//. You're lucky I've had some champagne and my heart is a little aflutter." There was humor to it, thankfully and I smiled. <br><br> "Oh, so...you don't do those, things?" She laughed and squeezed my arm. I was surprised by the familiarity. <br><br> "Hardly a Princess...?" I introduced myself awkwardly and we had a lovely five minutes or so as we discussed the cuteness of the attendants and even the one male instructor, older as he was. Then she made an easy exit, clearly experienced at events like these. <br><br> I saw an opening as Lily awkwardly pulled away from the Russian. There was an aura around Sofia, and not simply because she was by far the best dressed here -- I had never seen the high-slit dress before and imagined it was a special edition or a design that hadn't even made it to Milan. No, the palpable aura wasn't wealth, pretension (she had that, certainly), or the expected airs of our 'colleagues'. There was an icy cold, a worldliness and understanding that immediately set me on edge. "Hi, I'm--" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. I know." I nearly stumbled, she hadn't even brought her eyes to bear on me. <<if $CC.wealth lt 4 || $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel ++>> "//How// you came to be here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> Her gaze scanned me in a way that felt robotic, as if data was being pulled into a far off server. "Right, well, I feel out of place." <br><br> "Why is that?" the delicate way she held the stem of the champagne flute was impressive. "Just because you chose to fly Coach -- you didn't //have// to." There was play in her eyes as if we were in some elite club. I guess we kind of were? <br><br> "How did you know that?" I gulped some bubbly uncomfortably. I felt naked. <br><br> She shrugged, her delicate chest bouncing slightly in her dress that served to enhance and impress with her small handfuls. Her grin broadened, "Knowledge is power, especially when you already have all the power that money can buy." <br><br> She left me with levity, "To put in the necessaries, you know," her lightly accented accent was incredibly disarming. As I turned to engage in my own 'necessaries,' I wondered if she knew my mother's secret. And if she had known before I did. <br><br> <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel -->> "//Why// you are here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> I gulped -- why was I feeling like there was a threat to my life behind every comment? "Yeah. I feel out of place." <br><br> "You are." I could hear the conclusion of our encounter in her tone. I stepped back, eyes darting around hoping that I could make a transition without looking the complete fool that I felt. <</if>> <br><br> Lily was tall. Her hair was pulled back and she had the barest of makeup on. Her fingers played with some sort of beads that were slung around her wrist and waist. "Hi. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> She turned, smiling broadly towards me and bowing her head, "Lily." <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - Volunteer") || $CC.clique == "Prude" || ['church', 'volunteer'].includes($CC.hsv)>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your prayer." I motioned towards the beads between her fingers. The religious sect had not made many inroads to America, but I recognized the practice and she smiled broadly. <br><br> "I had just finished. Thank you." Another, deeper bow of her head. She patted an ottoman and we seated together. <br><br> We talked as we gazed around at our company, side-by-side but it felt like this was comfortable to her. Her English was not good and she let me know that was her main purpose here: improve her language skills so that she could be an emissary for her father. <br><br> "I could help, if you want." She gave another bow of her head and smiled, eyes finally meeting again. <br><br> "If you want to pray sometime. Let me know." And she stood, backing away with another bow. <br><br> Well, I think that was a friendship in the works. Let's see if I could manage anyone else. <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel -= 2>> "Kind of stuffy in here, right?" I led with a joke. <br><br> She frowned looking at me, "My stuff is in my room." The accent was stronger than I had expected. I realized that my colloquialism had not been understood and that I shouldn't have assumed that she would be a perfect English speaker. <br><br> "Oh, yeah. Mine too." I nodded and coughed slightly, unsure of how to continue. <br><br> "American...Christian?" <br><br> "Uh, //no//." I laughed, which immediately caught in my throat. I saw the offense in her eyes. Her smile was tight, controlled. Another bow of her head. <br><br> "Nice to meet you." And she backed away with another slight bow. Not a good start, but now I had to try again, with someone else. <</if>> <br><br> When I got around to Rian, he raised an eyebrow and appraised what I was wearing with a criticality that felt like a knife. He stood in front of Bekkah who had far more disdain for me -- didn't even affect a look -- "Dear. What are you wearing." <br><br> Bekkah laughed and swirled her champagne, "Let's get some more bubbly, Rian." He pounded the rest of his, raised his eyebrows and glass at me in a goodbye as they both swished over to grab more golden-filled crystal. Well, wouldn't be speaking to either of them, clearly. And effete my ass. His sexuality was on his sleeve. <br><br> I had made the introductions where I could. Some better, some worse. The champagne was nice and the snacks were incredible. <br><br> Madame Neri gave a little soft clap and our eyes turned to her. "Wonderful to meet you all. Have a good evening." None of us had talked to her. <br><br> Hm. I wonder if it had all been monitored as a part of a test, maybe a placement test? In any event, the night was over, so we proceeded back to [[our rooms|GY004 - FinishingSchool]]. <<path>> Bekkah <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel -->> <<set $People['GY'].Masenna.rel ++>> <<scrollIntoView>> Bekkah looked like she lived her life on a yacht. Maybe she did. She was wearing a clean, white pant suit that accentuated her even tan. "Hey there. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> <<if ($Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $CC.wealth) gt 13>> "Call me Beks." She smiled as her hands dipped into my palm. Not a true handshake, but full of self-importance. <br><br> "I had assumed Bekkah was your nickname." I smiled, 'shaking her hand'. <br><br> "Family name. Beks. Kay?" It was a cold smile, but it was a smile. "So. <<print $CC.name>>. Why //are// you here?" <br><br> "Could ask the same thing of you?" <br><br> "Yeah. But don't." The coldness reached her eyes and I realized that it was her way or the highway. <br><br> "It was this or college." <br><br> "Oh, how ''plebian''." <br><br> I tried to laugh in agreement. "Yeah. Or backpack Europe? Or hang out with natives in Africa? Gag me." <br><br> "Oh, that sounds far more fun." <br><br> I laughed. This one came easier. "And I didn't feel like just...traveling." <br><br> "Oh, dear. You //should//. Maybe I'll have you to one of our islands. They're ''divine''." It felt like every word was emphasized. Important. I let her impress me for what felt like the right amount of time before making an exit and find someone who might have been more my speed. She might be a good person to know, but she certainly wasn't a good person. <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -->>"Mmm." She nodded and gave me one of the weakest handshakes I had ever felt. I don't know what I had done to her or how she had already classified me as not worth her time, but as her finger slipped from mine like limp noodles, I felt the embarassment in my cheeks. <br><br> I was stunned as she stepped away from me and felt like everyone was judging me. Had Bekkah been my judge, jury and executioner? I hoped not. <br><br> Grabbing a linen napkin, I turned from as many people as I could, dabbed at the corners of my eyes and looked for someone who might be more receptive. <</if>> <br><br> There was a stateliness to 'Maseena and she simply stood still, the colors of her African country resplendent in the modernization of what looked like to be a traditional gown. She took deliberate bites of a small sandwich while having a few words with one of the male attendants. Interesting. Not one of the others. <br><br> "Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt." I meekly stepped towards them. <br><br> "You aren't, ma'am." The man's accent sounded Italian. And then he was gone. <br><br> "He was cute." She sighed, looking down her nose at me. <br><br> "I'm sorry, your--" <br><br> "Stop it. Don't you //dare//. You're lucky I've had some champagne and my heart is a little aflutter." There was humor to it, thankfully and I smiled. <br><br> "Oh, so...you don't do those, things?" She laughed and squeezed my arm. I was surprised by the familiarity. <br><br> "Hardly a Princess...?" I introduced myself awkwardly and we had a lovely five minutes or so as we discussed the cuteness of the attendants and even the one male instructor, older as he was. Then she made an easy exit, clearly experienced at events like these. <br><br> I saw an opening as Lily awkwardly pulled away from the Russian. There was an aura around Sofia, and not simply because she was by far the best dressed here -- I had never seen the high-slit dress before and imagined it was a special edition or a design that hadn't even made it to Milan. No, the palpable aura wasn't wealth, pretension (she had that, certainly), or the expected airs of our 'colleagues'. There was an icy cold, a worldliness and understanding that immediately set me on edge. "Hi, I'm--" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. I know." I nearly stumbled, she hadn't even brought her eyes to bear on me. <<if $CC.wealth lt 4 || $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel ++>> "//How// you came to be here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> Her gaze scanned me in a way that felt robotic, as if data was being pulled into a far off server. "Right, well, I feel out of place." <br><br> "Why is that?" the delicate way she held the stem of the champagne flute was impressive. "Just because you chose to fly Coach -- you didn't //have// to." There was play in her eyes as if we were in some elite club. I guess we kind of were? <br><br> "How did you know that?" I gulped some bubbly uncomfortably. I felt naked. <br><br> She shrugged, her delicate chest bouncing slightly in her dress that served to enhance and impress with her small handfuls. Her grin broadened, "Knowledge is power, especially when you already have all the power that money can buy." <br><br> She left me with levity, "To put in the necessaries, you know," her lightly accented accent was incredibly disarming. As I turned to engage in my own 'necessaries,' I wondered if she knew my mother's secret. And if she had known before I did. <br><br> <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel -->>"//Why// you are here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> I gulped -- why was I feeling like there was a threat to my life behind every comment? "Yeah. I feel out of place." <br><br> "You are." I could hear the conclusion of our encounter in her tone. I stepped back, eyes darting around hoping that I could make a transition without looking the complete fool that I felt. <</if>> <br><br> Lily was tall. Her hair was pulled back and she had the barest of makeup on. Her fingers played with some sort of beads that were slung around her wrist and waist. "Hi. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> She turned, smiling broadly towards me and bowing her head, "Lily." <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - Volunteer") || $CC.clique == "Prude" || ['church', 'volunteer'].includes($CC.hsv)>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your prayer." I motioned towards the beads between her fingers. The religious sect had not made many inroads to America, but I recognized the practice and she smiled broadly. <br><br> "I had just finished. Thank you." Another, deeper bow of her head. She patted an ottoman and we seated together. <br><br> We talked as we gazed around at our company, side-by-side but it felt like this was comfortable to her. Her English was not good and she let me know that was her main purpose here: improve her language skills so that she could be an emissary for her father. <br><br> "I could help, if you want." She gave another bow of her head and smiled, eyes finally meeting again. <br><br> "If you want to pray sometime. Let me know." And she stood, backing away with another bow. <br><br> Well, I think that was a friendship in the works. Let's see if I could manage anyone else. <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel -= 2>> "Kind of stuffy in here, right?" I led with a joke. <br><br> She frowned looking at me, "My stuff is in my room." The accent was stronger than I had expected. I realized that my colloquialism had not been understood and that I shouldn't have assumed that she would be a perfect English speaker. <br><br> "Oh, yeah. Mine too." I nodded and coughed slightly, unsure of how to continue. <br><br> "American...Christian?" <br><br> "Uh, //no//." I laughed, which immediately caught in my throat. I saw the offense in her eyes. Her smile was tight, controlled. Another bow of her head. <br><br> "Nice to meet you." And she backed away with another slight bow. Not a good start, but now I had to try again, with someone else. <</if>> <br><br> When I got around to Rian, he raised an eyebrow and appraised what I was wearing with a criticality that felt like a knife. He stood in front of Alina who had far more disdain for me -- didn't even affect a look -- "Dear. What are you wearing." <br><br> Alina laughed and swirled her champagne, "Let's get some more bubbly, Rian." He pounded the rest of his, raised his eyebrows and glass at me in a goodbye as they both swished over to grab more golden-filled crystal. Well, wouldn't be speaking to either of them, clearly. And effete my ass. His sexuality was on his sleeve. <br><br> I had made the introductions where I could. Some better, some worse. The champagne was nice and the snacks were incredible. <br><br> Madame Neri gave a little soft clap and our eyes turned to her. "Wonderful to meet you all. Have a good evening." None of us had talked to her. <br><br> Hm. I wonder if it had all been monitored as a part of a test, maybe a placement test? In any event, the night was over, so we proceeded back to [[our rooms|GY004 - FinishingSchool]]. <<path>> Lily <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel -->> <<set $People['GY'].Masenna.rel ++>> <<scrollIntoView>> She was tall, her hair was pulled back and she had the barest of makeup on. Her fingers played with some sort of beads that were slung around her wrist and waist. "Hi. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> She turned, smiling broadly towards me and bowing her head, "Lily." <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - Volunteer") || $CC.clique == "Prude" || ['church', 'volunteer'].includes($CC.hsv)>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your prayer." I motioned towards the beads between her fingers. The religious sect had not made many inroads to America, but I recognized the practice and she smiled broadly. <br><br> "I had just finished. Thank you." Another, deeper bow of her head. She patted an ottoman and we seated together. <br><br> We talked as we gazed around at our company, side-by-side but it felt like this was comfortable to her. Her English was not good and she let me know that was her main purpose here: improve her language skills so that she could be an emissary for her father. <br><br> "I could help, if you want." She gave another bow of her head and smiled, eyes finally meeting again. <br><br> "If you want to pray sometime. Let me know." And she stood, backing away with another bow. <br><br> Well, I think that was a friendship in the works. Let's see if I could manage anyone else. <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel -= 2>> "Kind of stuffy in here, right?" I led with a joke. <br><br> She frowned looking at me, "My stuff is in my room." The accent was stronger than I had expected. I realized that my colloquialism had not been understood and that I shouldn't have assumed that she would be a perfect English speaker. <br><br> "Oh, yeah. Mine too." I nodded and coughed slightly, unsure of how to continue. <br><br> "American...Christian?" <br><br> "Uh, //no//." I laughed, which immediately caught in my throat. I saw the offense in her eyes. Her smile was tight, controlled. Another bow of her head. <br><br> "Nice to meet you." And she backed away with another slight bow. Not a good start, but now I had to try again, with someone else. <</if>> <br><br> Bekkah looked like she lived her life on a yacht. Maybe she did. She was wearing a clean, white pant suit that accentuated her even tan. "Hey there. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <<if ($Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $CC.wealth) gt 15>> "Call me Beks." She smiled as her hands dipped into my palm. Not a true handshake, but full of self-importance. <br><br> "Okay." I smiled, thinking that Bekkah had been a nickname. Maybe a nick-nickname? <br><br> Maybe I'll have you to one of our islands. They're ''divine''." It felt like every word was emphasized. Important. I let her impress me for what felt like requisite amount of time before making an exit and find someone who might have been more my speed. She might be a good person to know, but she certainly wasn't a good person. I was just glad I qualified what felt like stringent standards <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -->> "Mmm." She nodded and gave me one of the weakest handshakes I had ever felt. I don't know what I had done to her or how she had already classified me as not worth her time, but as her finger slipped from mine like limp noodles, I felt the embarassment in my cheeks. <br><br> I was stunned as she stepped away from me and felt like everyone was judging me. Had Bekkah been my judge, jury and executioner? I hoped not. <br><br> Grabbing a linen napkin, I turned from as many people as I could, dabbed at the corners of my eyes and looked for someone who might be more receptive. <</if>> <br><br> I saw an opening as Lily awkwardly pulled away from the Russian. There was an aura around Sofia, and not simply because she was by far the best dressed here -- I had never seen the high-slit dress before and imagined it was a special edition or a design that hadn't even made it to Milan. No, the palpable aura wasn't wealth, pretension (she had that, certainly), or the expected airs of our 'colleagues'. There was an icy cold, a worldliness and understanding that immediately set me on edge. "Hi, I'm--" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. I know." I nearly stumbled, she hadn't even brought her eyes to bear on me. <<if $CC.wealth lt 4 || $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel ++>>"//How// you came to be here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> Her gaze scanned me in a way that felt robotic, as if data was being pulled into a far off server. "Right, well, I feel out of place." <br><br> "Why is that?" the delicate way she held the stem of the champagne flute was impressive. "Just because you chose to fly Coach -- you didn't //have// to." There was play in her eyes as if we were in some elite club. I guess we kind of were? <br><br> "How did you know that?" I gulped some bubbly uncomfortably. I felt naked. <br><br> She shrugged, her delicate chest bouncing slightly in her dress that served to enhance and impress with her small handfuls. Her grin broadened, "Knowledge is power, especially when you already have all the power that money can buy." <br><br> She left me with levity, "To put in the necessaries, you know," her lightly accented accent was incredibly disarming. As I turned to engage in my own 'necessaries,' I wondered if she knew my mother's secret. And if she had known before I did. <br><br> <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel -->> "//Why// you are here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> I gulped -- why was I feeling like there was a threat to my life behind every comment? "Yeah. I feel out of place." <br><br> "You are." I could hear the conclusion of our encounter in her tone. I stepped back, eyes darting around hoping that I could make a transition without looking the complete fool that I felt. <</if>> <br><br> There was a stateliness to 'Maseena and she simply stood still, the colors of her African country resplendent in the modernization of what looked like to be a traditional gown. She took deliberate bites of a small sandwich while having a few words with one of the male attendants. Interesting. Not one of the others. <br><br> "Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt." I meekly stepped towards them. <br><br> "You aren't, ma'am." The man's accent sounded Italian. And then he was gone. <br><br> "He was cute." She sighed, looking down her nose at me. <br><br> "I'm sorry, your--" <br><br> "Stop it. Don't you //dare//. You're lucky I've had some champagne and my heart is a little aflutter." There was humor to it, thankfully and I smiled. <br><br> "Oh, so...you don't do those, things?" She laughed and squeezed my arm. I was surprised by the familiarity. <br><br> "Hardly a Princess...?" I introduced myself awkwardly and we had a lovely five minutes or so as we discussed the cuteness of the attendants and even the one male instructor, older as he was. Then she made an easy exit, clearly experienced at events like these. <br><br> When I got around to Rian, he raised an eyebrow and appraised what I was wearing with a criticality that felt like a knife. He stood in front of Alina who had far more disdain for me -- didn't even affect a look -- "Dear. What are you wearing." <br><br> Alina laughed and swirled her champagne, "Let's get some more bubbly, Rian." He pounded the rest of his, raised his eyebrows and glass at me in a goodbye as they both swished over to grab more golden-filled crystal. Well, wouldn't be speaking to either of them, clearly. And effete my ass. His sexuality was on his sleeve. <br><br> I had made the introductions where I could. Some better, some worse. The champagne was nice and the snacks were incredible. <br><br> Madame Neri gave a little soft clap and our eyes turned to her. "Wonderful to meet you all. Have a good evening." None of us had talked to her. <br><br> Hm. I wonder if it had all been monitored as a part of a test, maybe a placement test? In any event, the night was over, so we proceeded back to [[our rooms|GY004 - FinishingSchool]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Posh dining table */ Classes begun the next morning after a polite, restrained breakfast. There was so much silverware on the table, meticulously arranged. And European dining was afoot. <br><br> Customs of France, England and nuances of different regions of Europe were covered. It felt like a language class and I had no idea how much was at play when you were eating. I had just thought keeping your mouth closed and gripping your silverware was enough. <br><br> We learned the differences between dining privately and in public, different sequences of coursing, taboos, pairings of food and wine. There was //so// much. History of the evolution of these cultural requirements, the silverware, greetings, small talk. <br><br> I felt like I needed a notebook on hand so much information was being thrown at me. And the days passed, more knowledge, rules and requirements followed. More and more. It was certainly overwhelming while I had felt like the whole experience was going to be soft and simple, a breeze. It wasn't. <br><br> And then the roleplay began. We played host, we organized, we served. We ate and drank //so// much. Eventually, even the richness of the courses blended into one another. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 4>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Masenna.rel ++>> The rules and roles came easily to me, and I was glad for the dinners and cultural experiences I had been offered in my adolescence. I would have certainly felt out of sorts without it. <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -->><<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> I felt out of place, not having nearly the baseline that the rest of my classmates had. I stumbled where others walked without a thought. I could feel a collective sigh when I was holding the class back with the basics. I often was looking down at my knees. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 4>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel ++>> <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Rian.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -->><<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> I forgot most of it and received quite a few shakes of the head by Madame Neri, and even some of the attendants. I felt like the others were joking about me behind my back. <</if>> <br><br> And that was just the first couple months. I was glad when we were leaving <<linkexpand "the table behind us.">> the table behind us. <br><br><br> Then we shifted slightly into Etiquette and Protocol. <br><br> Things diversified from the Euro-focus and I could feel Lily relax a bit as there was distinct care taken in addressing Chinese and Japanese culture. <br><br> We didn't leave dining entirely -- how would you comport yourself at a restaurant or dining in a culture. God. Dammit. <br><br> Our clothing. Formal and informal -- informal certainly had a higher bar than I was used to. Manners, manners, manners. And stationary, of course. <br><br> We discussed the //right// //gift//. <br><br> Floral arrangement, decoration, engagements and weddings, naming ceremonies. And then Rian and Bekkah seemed to become piqued as we moved into business etiquette. Not so much with the interview process, but leadership, media, event organization and business meals. <br><br> We discussed business cards, office and ranking in diplomatic circles, even ''flag'' etiquette. <br><br> There was so much to learn, but at least I wasn't constantly staring at food I couldn't eat, sitting in a chair at a long table for hours on end. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 1>> <<set $People['GY'].Rian.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel -->><<set $People['GY'].Masenna.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> I could not have been more glad that I had built up some level of sophistication before arriving in Switzerland. While at home, I felt stuffy at times -- an unforgivable offense -- it allowed me a graceful progress through this tutelage. <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Rian.rel -->><<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -->><<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> Woof. I felt like I was stumbling constantly. Foot in my mouth disease. I did not feel cultured enough to be consuming this knowledge. There were out-and-out laughs at me, sometimes on a daily cadence. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 1>> <<set $People['GY'].Rian.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel ++>><<else>><<set $People['GY'].Rian.rel -->><<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel -->> <</if>> <br><br> <<set $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value ++>> Another couple of months transpired and we moved into the <<linkexpand "bespoke portion of our instruction.">> bespoke portion of our instruction. <br><br><br> One thing that I noticed is I felt more put together and more attractive. The small bits and pieces accumulating into giving me a draw, a mystique -- class is a crazy thing. <br><br> I hadn't put anything in the 'other knowledge requests' section of my application, but it was apparent the others had. Our final leg of instruction would include language (Lily), political diplomacy (Bekkah? Sofia? 'Masenna?), and home management (Uh...?). <br><br> The atmosphere changed. Maybe because we were comfortable, maybe because these were the sections that had been especially requested, maybe because our instructors were flying by the seat of their pants to cater to their wealthy students. I was thankful for the relative lack of structure. The other classes had felt defined over hundreds of years. These felt newer, flexible and -- maybe -- more useful? <br><br> Language held a specific focus on English, and the three Americans got to yawn our way through that one. But there were also intricacies of major languages across the world. Common faux pas, passable basics in Chinese, Japanese, Spanish, French, German. It focused on the inter-personal rather than your usual language classes finding your way to the library or bathroom, but anything was better than nothing. <br><br> Madame Neri dropped a fascinating story during our midday foray into political diplomacy. Vera Atkins, a British agent, had attended the Institute. Had other spies? Had my mom? <br><br> I shook off the uncanny moment and tried to focus as we navigated what clearly wasn't just how to say hello to a President, but had shadowy undertones. It was clear that the Madame took especial relish in this portion of instruction. <br><br> We rounded out our evenings managing our homes. Finance, decor, and then...servants. That just felt so hollow to me. And wrong? But as instruction continued, it was apparent how far 'ahead'? 'Apart'? from the rest of the world that America was. Serving -- in the truest sense -- and household attendants were widespread in use across the world. <br><br> There was less testing, so I digested what I could and felt relieved that I wouldn't be exposed for the imposter that I felt like I was. <br><br><br> But enough of the school. That wasn't the entire experience in Montreaux. We had [[fun, too|GY005 - SwissDays]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <div id="daytime"> <div class="crossroads-intro"> There were some activities that were Institute-organized: </div> <<crossroads #daytime>> <<path>> ''Volunteering'' for the poor [to open our eyes]. <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> Lily and the female staff took day trips down into Lausanne and the Renens district to do 'good' for the community there. It felt like the right thing to do: we had the wealth, access, power and privilege -- it was our obligation to give back. <br><br> Most of the population was foreign, which certainly had to do with why such a high percentage of people were without employment. When they had told me about the run-down and impoverished area, I was expecting something else, but it was far from a slum or ghetto. It still was clean, nice and people were well-mannered. <br><br> We'd sit down in a small office and the (mostly) men would come in. They'd be wearing suits, they'd be put together and we were supposed to instruct them with our knowledge, whether we'd come by it at the institute or in our life. We were supposed to help them with skills to get a job, to present themselves well. <br><br> It was like a mock interview, but I treated it more like a therapy session. To be a sounding board for them, because who was I to tell someone in their forties how to get a job. <br><br> They were nice, easy days that made me feel good and gave me time with Lily who clearly felt the imperative to help more than anyone I had ever [[met|GY006 - SwissNights]]. <<path>> ''Cultural'' outings to Munich, Milan, and Leon. <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Masenna.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> 'Masenna took the opportunity for free time to visit some of the cultural centers of nearby Europe. Bekkah went because, well, she's Bekkah. If she was going to do something like shop or eat out...why would she do it in the small town when there were these incredible places so close. <br><br> I went because, well it was my first time in Europe and I had to see these places if I could. There would be cold little chauffeured trips where we didn't say much (that wasn't shut down by Bekkah) and then we'd arrive and she'd disappear, leaving 'Masenna and I to our own devices. <br><br> And then things would lighten up. Her laugh was infectious and her mind was ravenous. We went to museums. Marienplatz. Duomo. Basilica de San Isidoro. <br><br> While in Switzerland you'd hear Spanish, Italian, German, French -- it was a true melting pot -- it was wonderful to be surrounded by a unified language and just lose yourself in the French speakers, the Germans. It helped to work our language skills. <br><br> It helped to understand these people that we had studied and talked about in class. We saw who they were, where they were and why they were. <br><br> And then Bekkah would roll up, much more pleasant on the way back and allowed us to talk about the goings on of the [[day|GY006 - SwissNights]]. <</crossroads>> <div class="crossroads-intro"> While others were just the ideas that we had: </div> <<crossroads #daytime>> <<path>> ''Shopping'' in the unique European markets. <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Rian.rel ++>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel ++>> While Bekkah raved about what she found in Germany and France, I didn't feel like going so far afield. And it gave time with Alina, who wasn't flush with cash, and Rian, who preferred seeing inspiration in the common people rather than what was already hitting the carpets of the big cities. <br><br> The three of us were probably the quintessential 'tourists,' poking around town and we didn't spend all that much, but it was fun to have some time away from the others and our studies. It was great to be close and comfortable and just get to the activity of the day. <br><br> We enjoyed the walks along the lake. We sat in little cafes, where we got to be regulars and welcomed with open arms. We got to feel more like 'normal' people rather than those who went to a fucking Finishing School. There were some disparaging looks from the Madame when we'd return, but we didn't care. <br><br> It was lovely. It was light. A little pastoral pastiche while we could look up and see the school up above us, overlooking the town as pretentious as what went on [[indoors|GY006 - SwissNights]]. <<path>> ''Local activities'', just to take it easy and enjoy this time away. <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> I was in Switzerland. The //Alps//. I was going to enjoy the slopes. Lake Geneva? Get in a fucking kayak. Or, when Sofia was willing -- out on a boat. <br><br> Sometimes we would play together, whether on the powder or on the water. But most of the time it offered me solitude. I could sweat it out and get active, feel alive, and get out the frustration of all the restraint and 'gentility' that we were being instilled with. <br><br> I wasn't just some trophy wife. I wasn't just some pretty thing to be quiet and sit around. I was alive and I wanted to push myself and try things out. <br><br> So I sailed, I paraglided, I skied, and then I went to some ice caves as a break from the [[exertion|GY006 - SwissNights]]. <</crossroads>> And one, more than the others was where I really leaned in and enjoyed myself. </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* TODO: crossroads - a lot */ <<set $GY.swissTrysts = 0>> /* TODO: Refactor GYFriend Logic */ <<if $People['GY'].Lily.rel gte $People['GY'].Rian.rel && $People['GY'].Lily.rel gte $People['GY'].Sofia.rel && $People['GY'].Lily.rel gte $People['GY'].Alina.rel && $People['GY'].Lily.rel gte $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel && $People['GY'].Lily.rel gte $People['GY'].Masenna.rel>> <<set $GY.friend = "Lily">> <<elseif $People['GY'].Rian.rel gte $People['GY'].Lily.rel && $People['GY'].Rian.rel gte $People['GY'].Sofia.rel && $People['GY'].Rian.rel gte $People['GY'].Alina.rel && $People['GY'].Rian.rel gte $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel && $People['GY'].Rian.rel gte $People['GY'].Masenna.rel>> <<set $GY.friend = "Rian">> <<elseif $People['GY'].Sofia.rel gte $People['GY'].Lily.rel && $People['GY'].Sofia.rel gte $People['GY'].Rian.rel && $People['GY'].Sofia.rel gte $People['GY'].Alina.rel && $People['GY'].Sofia.rel gte $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel && $People['GY'].Sofia.rel gte $People['GY'].Masenna.rel>> <<set $GY.friend = "Sofia">> <<elseif $People['GY'].Alina.rel gte $People['GY'].Lily.rel && $People['GY'].Alina.rel gte $People['GY'].Sofia.rel && $People['GY'].Alina.rel gte $People['GY'].Rian.rel && $People['GY'].Alina.rel gte $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel && $People['GY'].Alina.rel gte $People['GY'].Masenna.rel>> <<set $GY.friend = "Alina">> <<elseif $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel gte $People['GY'].Lily.rel && $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel gte $People['GY'].Sofia.rel && $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel gte $People['GY'].Alina.rel && $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel gte $People['GY'].Rian.rel && $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel gte $People['GY'].Masenna.rel>> <<set $GY.friend = "Bekkah">> <<else>> <<set $GY.friend = "Masenna">> <</if>> And then, there were the nights. Sure, there was a curfew, but that never seemed to get in anyone's way, nor really enforced. I'm sure even as prim and proper Madame was, she understood that a bunch of kids from late teens to mid twenties would not be kept indoors for long. <br><br> It all began one evening when I was in my room, cross-legged on my bed and using different books to try and remember what arrangement plates were supposed to be in. And my door opened, <<print $GY.friend>> walked in. Nonchalant and dressed to party. "Alright. You're late." <br><br> "Late?" I laughed, smiling and surprised to see them standing in my room. I guess we'd affected a kind of friendship. Cool. <br><br> "Get dressed, bitch." <<print $GY.friend>> stepped over and smacked my ass. A bigger smile, I rolled off the bed, leaving my 'plates' behind. <br><br> "Where we going?" I threw on my <<linkexpand "going out clothes">> <<outfit club>> going out clothes, which I had barely even considered packing I was eager to give them an inaugural evening. <br><br> <div id="out"> "Well. This sleepy little town has some <<link "fun clubs">> <<replace "#out">> <<print $GY.friend>> wagged their eyebrows at me and I laughed, flattening the dress against myself and giving a cursory look in the mirror. <br><br> "Think Madame would approve?" <br><br> "No. I //love// it." <br><br> And so we rolled out, sneaking through the palatial mansion as best we could. I doubted that we got away with it -- the place certainly had cameras, and during the day was brimming with staff -- there was no way we got out sight unseen, but I never heard anything about it. That night, or any night. <br><br> <<if $GY.friend == "Masenna">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> She was resplendent in her outfit. Sure, she was a bigger girl, but she showed off her luscious curves and wore it confidently. I was jealous of her confidence. I was more jealous seeing her handle the cobblestones that threatened to wrench my ankles. <br><br> "How. Are you doing that?" I grunted out, catching myself on the wall -- heels did not mix with this old-style construction. She turned slowly, effortlessly, held up on two points just like I was, weight shifted forward and looking at me trying to make my way forward. <br><br> "Oh, I'm sorry! Careful! Can't have you breaking something before we even get to dancing. Here." She came back and offered me her arm. A hit to my pride that she could both handle herself //and// me, but better that than the alternative. Together, we made our way down to the town at night. <br><br> And it wasn't just a sleepy lakeside town, it felt practically asleep. "You sure anything's open?" <br><br> A deep, resonant, mhmmm was all she responded and my interest was piqued. She hadn't been to Switzerland, and especially this town, before as far as I knew. It was the difference in strata, I guess, she had connections given who she was. A princess. <br><br> She brought me to what looked like an old warehouse, but as soon as we made our way through the doors, I saw how perfect a venue this was for dancing. Dresses fluttered, women spun on in their heels, hitting striking poses and dipped by their partners. Salsa, samba, classical, oh these were ''dancers''. "I didn't bring a partner..." <br><br> "Neither did I." She grinned broadly and moved away. She found a fit young man in moments, tight pants, button down shirt and holding his core instinctively. And then they were one. I don't remember them even saying a thing to each other, but suddenly they were hitting a complex tango with impressive accuracy. What was even more impressive was how effortless it looked for her. I feel bad admitting it, but I expected this kind of style and elegance from woman with gazelle legs and sinewy muscle. It made me jealous, and a bit embarassed at how surprised I was. <br><br> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("Ballroom1")>> My turn. He had a hairbun, a well-kept beard and deep chocolate eyes. Our hands found each other and we dropped into the Lindy Hop. Two can play this game 'Masenna, I thought to myself, striking a leg out and feeling him pull me into a dip and spin. It looked like my lessons and recitals wouldn't go to waste after all. It was a club that was an actual dancer's playground. None of the bump and grind or two-stepping that was just BS to get people hooking up. <br><br> Here there were people who knew what they were doing, enjoyed the art and partnership of dance. It was like a low-key "So You Think You Can Dance," your partner would pull you into something and see if you could keep up. It was fun, especially because it was Europe -- a place in the world that still really respected dancing. <br><br><br> "Wow, <<print $CC.name>>. You can //move//." She was fanning herself, coming over to me after she and her most recent partner had affected some traditional African dance. <br><br> "I was going to say the same thing to you." Her eyes glinted happily. The test was over and I had passed. We grabbed a couple drinks to refresh ourselves and she let me know that her dance teacher back home had told her about this club. <br><br><br> We broke off and rotated partner to partner for a couple hours until my toes were throbbing and my ass started to feel sore. <br><br> On the way back to the school, she and I were both grabbing on each other for support, the dancing had taken all of our ease away from us and making it back in one piece was a miracle. Not a typical 'night out,' but so much more interesting than what I had thought it was going to be. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <<else>>> My turn. He had a hairbun, a well-kept beard and deep chocolate eyes. Our hands found each other and he tugged me onto the dance floor. Wait, this didn't feel in tempo with the music -- how were there so many different dance styles happening at once? My heels were catching and resisting his lead and he frowned at me. I think he was going for a dip, shit. I immediately regretted not taking more formal dance. <br><br> I was trying to shift into something I was more comfortable with, something where we were closer together. He was cute and I wanted to feel him holding me. Instead, a few missed steps in, he let go and headed back to the mill looking for another partner. Shit, maybe I couldn't hang. <br><br> It was a club that was an actual dancer's playground. None of the bump and grind or two-stepping that was an intro to get people hooking up. <br><br> Here there were people who knew what they were doing, enjoyed the art and partnership of dance. It was like a low-key "So You Think You Can Dance," your partner would pull you into something and see if you could keep up. I couldn't but a couple times the guys would slow it down a bit and try and teach me a couple steps. It was a far cry from a dance class, but I wouldn't always be falling on my face. <br><br><br> "You doing okay, hun?" She was fanning herself, coming over to me after she and her most recent partner had affected some traditional African dance. <br><br> "Yeah...never really took dance." I shrugged with gritted teeth, feeling like I had let her down. <br><br> "I'm sure there are other clubs, too. I just feel those are so seedy...and sticky." <br><br><br> We grabbed a couple drinks to refresh ourselves and she let me know that her dance teacher back home had told her about this club. <br><br> We broke off and rotated partner to partner for a couple hours until my toes were throbbing and my ass started to feel sore. <br><br> On the way back to the school, she and I were both grabbing on each other for support, the dancing had taken all of our ease away from us and making it back in one piece was a miracle. Not a typical 'night out,' but so much more interesting than what I had thought it was going to be. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <</if>> <<elseif $GY.friend == "Rian">> He looked slick in a white, tight suit, accentuating his lean body. He definitely had style and I was glad to be going out with him. He wouldn't intimidate anyone else, but he also drew the eye. <br><br> "Ugh, you're making me look bad, Rian." Popping his eyebrows at me, he sauntered out ahead of me and quickly was gaining distance as I nearly wrenched my ankles on the cobblestones with practically every step. <br><br> "Careful, honey. Hurting yourself is gonna blow our cover." <br><br> "Then wait up and be a gentleman." With a flourish and a bow he bent, waiting for me, then hooked an arm through mine and provided the support I definitely needed. "So, where we going." <br><br> "A little place I heard about through the gayvine." I laughed and we made our way through the town that was more than sleepy. It was asleep. There were clubs open and alive right now? <br><br> And then I saw the little clusters of men smoking, giving him the critical eye and looking at me with even more intensity. The bouncer was more of a formality than anything else -- this was the one kind of club that didn't limit guys coming in, or girls. <br><br> "Come here!" He was yelling over the music and pulling me close, smiling as we began to dance together. It was such a different feeling, like there was a void where tension or attraction should be, but also a missing understanding when I went out with girls. Didn't make it less fun though. When we got close enough there were little jokes or references to the staid learnings of the day, and at one point we broke out into a foxtrot because...it was hilarious to us. We'd pop a shot and then back onto the floor. But it wasn't going to be the entire evening...his eyes started to wander. <div id="rian"> <<crossroads #rian>> <<path>> Could wing-woman for him a bit. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<set $People['GY'].Rian.rel += 2>> <br><br> It's not like I had prospects around here, so as we danced, I caught the eyes on him that he couldn't see. I leaned in close, whispering descriptors to him, "Woody from Toy Story" or "Nic Cage" or "Wannabe Thor" and then we'd shift in our dance and he'd get a look. He'd respond with his assessment which he seemed to be getting more entertainment out of than actually hooking up with anyone. <br><br> And so it went, occasionally watching him pair off with a guy to make out and sometimes that guy had a buddy, so at least I had someone to dance with. Or maybe I took a little round at the bar, bringing back a shot to cleanse the taste of whatever that kiss had left him with. <br><br> "You're one boss bitch." He smacked my ass. "I'm gonna get you laid one of these days. Or better." I wondered what 'better' entailed in his mind. <br><br> And then he finally found his one...didn't look too different from him, but I guess we're always attracted to ourselves when you get down to it. I watched them shoving their tongues down each others throats as their hands worked at each others belts. Right there on the floor, which was probably as entertaining to everyone around as it was fun for them. <br><br> They were off, pulling each other towards the bathrooms and leaving me alone. No guy to dance with. No one to bring a shot back to. I sighed and headed off to the bar to nurse a cocktail. At least I'd accomplished my mission. <br><br> I wondered if this had been his plan for the evening...if I was an afterthought or an excuse. <br><br> Before I got too deep into melancholy, he was back, hand on the back of my arm, "Gross. Did you even wash up?" <br><br> He waggled his fingers, "No promises." And leaned over the bar, flashing his card, "Taking care of the tab, kay?" I didn't need to respond and didn't have a chance. He paid and then was entwining fingers with me and pulling me out of the bar, "Such. A. Great. Night. Thanks, <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "No problem." And pecked him on the cheek. We stopped outside the club and he helped me out of my heels, carrying them together as we headed back to the school together. I wondered whether other nights would be like this. Whatever the next one was like, I was glad to have gotten out and had a first night on the town. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <<path>> Or fight for his attention. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <br><br> I didn't come here to be left in the lurch as he went off to the bathrooms or maybe just to some guy's place. And it's not like //I// had prospects here. Nuh-uh, Rian. <br><br> First, it was interposing myself in his gaze. It wasn't a cock-block, it was keeping him focused on us hanging out tonight together. Because that's what this had been about, not just an excuse for him to go out and enjoy himself. Right? <br><br> Next, it was pulling him back into our dance zone, not letting him wander. I kept it innocuous, playful and with whatever little story or in-joke I could muster. I had to keep his attention. <br><br> Finally, when they were pressing up against him or when he got insistent, I had to put my cards on the table, "Rian. Come //on//." <br><br> "Sorry, beb. Gotta get my dick wet." It was so nonchalant. Dismissive of my need and the overture of the invite of the evening. So, I stood in stunned silence as I watched the two of them making out, hands going into each other's pants right there on the dance floor as the gayboys danced around me. <br><br> Defeated, I went to the bar, looking around vainly for some straight that had been brought here to be flipped and the effort had failed. Nada. I was getting zero looks. Not even from the girls here. You'd think there'd be at least one lesbian. And where was Rian. Ugh. Gone. Would he be back? Was I ditched completely? <br><br> I battled with my self-worth and self-respect for a few minutes before I felt a hand on the back of my arm, "Ahhh. So much better." <br><br> I spun on him, frowning and giving him the full knowledge of how I felt right now, "Gross. Did you even wash your hands?" <br><br> He waggled his fingers, "No promises. Come on." Rolling his eyes he motioned for a cocktail. <br><br> "Nah, I'm good. Been hitting it hard while I was waiting." <br><br> "Well, let me at least cover the tab." So he was accepting a little reproach. Okay. I watched him pay and then our fingers intertwined as we headed out of the club. <br><br> He kissed me on the cheek and we walked quietly back to the school. Not exactly the evening I had expected when heading out with him and I wondered if there'd be more of these in the works -- would he learn or would there be repeats? Whatever it was, I was glad to have gotten out and had a first night on the town. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $GY.friend == "Alina">> Fuck. She looked hot. She came by it honestly and could probably have worn anything and ended up looking this good, but her dress showed off her legs while remaining elegant. Well, we knew who'd be getting the attention tonight! <br><br> "You look so good." She smiled, looking me over. Sure, I thought she edged me out, but I felt comfortable walking out with her -- we were on the same plane, which is how I felt about us normally. We both were kind of fish out of water in this Swiss Finishing World. She giggled, nearly twisting her ankle on the cobblestones, and then a moment later -- maybe on the same stone -- I did the same. "They designed heels __after__ this city." She laughed, reaching back to grab my arm and give me some balance. <br><br> "And men wore them first. Idiots." I grabbed back onto her and together we made our way down to the sleepy town. It was...quiet? Asleep? "So, where are we going?" As we took another turn down another street that seemed to be more residential than the last. <br><br> "Dunno. We'll figure it out." She shrugged and laughed again, making a game out of it as she did a quick step and made another turn. I shook my head and tried to make off after her. And so the two idiot school girls were running through the echoing streets of the little Swiss village like it was a game of tag. <br><br> Even if we didn't end up anyplace, I enjoyed the freedom. Getting out and being delinquents, a kindred free-spirit that were bucking the social norms we were supposed to be learning. <br><br> "Oh, what about here?" We rounded another corner and she came up short, nearly running into her from behind. I peered over her shoulder and saw her pointing at a little hole-in-the wall pub. <div id="alina"> <<crossroads #alina>> <<path>> Not exactly what we were dressed for <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> <br><br> "Like this?" Serving maybe a bit too much shade. <br><br> "O. Kay." Yeah. Too much shade. "We can def just keep walking around til our feet bleed." And then the laughter died, the conversation became perfunctory as she let me take the lead. Every turn, every decision. I pulled out my phone and started asking Google where to find some place we might fit in a bit better, "Well, won't be a special spot. Our spot. But that works." <br><br> "Okay, so there's...one?" It was a forced laugh through a grimace and feeling bad, but she just nodded with a 'show me the way,' and followed behind. The doorway looked like a New York nightclub, shi-shi and exclusive -- and felt out of place after all the searching we had done. But we walked in, barely a glance up from the bouncer and I could feel the bass welcoming us. <br><br> It was a cute and small little club, but it felt like what I had thought we were going out for. I pulled her out to the dance floor and began to sway, seeing the cracks in her armor as she let the music wash over her and accept that maybe she had dressed for the right occasion. <br><br> "Okayyy...sorry for being a bitch." <br><br> "Honestly, the DJ could be better." <br><br> "And it's not //too// crowded. Who woulda thought that this town wasn't a hot spot for night life." <br><br> "So, maybe we will have our spot?" I smirked at her, she nodded and we intertwined fingers, swaying together and both of us more at home than we had been since arriving. <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>> And just like the clubs at home, there were more guys than girls. We enjoyed ourselves as we let them approach and dance with each of us throughout the evening, feeling them make their moves, watching each other roll our eyes at men being men and giving signals when we needed a little save. It was //us// being out together rather than two girls on the hunt. It would have killed my evening if I ended up being the grenade. <br><br> We got a little sweaty, we each had a little make out with the cuter of the guys, and had our drinks bought for us. We wore ourselves out -- I didn't realize how much I had craved the physical exertion until the lovely walk back, heels in hand, moving over the cool cobblestones and feeling the lake breeze flutter at our dresses as we made our way back to the promontory, drunk and loose. The night was over and a great way to start school. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <<else>> Under the dimmer lights, haze of the smokey air, lasers glinting off her bare skin and reflecting in her cool eyes, I couldn't help but be even more attracted to her. The atmosphere of clubs intoxicating and making my brain go into 'hookup' mode. Ugh. But, I just met her. I didn't know her at all, or if she was that way. She was just so goddamned beautiful. <div id="alina2"> <<crossroads #alina2>> <<path>> Maybe this would be my only chance to take my shot. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<addBody Alina F "Alina at Finishing School">> <<set $GY.swissTrysts ++>> <br><br> I felt a guy coming up behind me -- just like all the clubs at home, there were more guys here than girls -- and with practiced, I moved away at the barest of approach. And right into her, "Sorry. Creepy guy." <br><br> "Ugh. The worst." She smiled and didn't seem to mind the proximity, two girls dancing together and not giving opportunity for skeezes. <br><br> I felt her breath -- moist and hot on my neck, her thighs brushing and slightly sticking against mine, her tits jiggling just close enough to be able to sense their movement. I wanted to feel her, I wanted to be closer. I kissed her. <br><br> <<if $Attractiveness gt 4>> Her dance rhythm stuttered in shock, but she didn't pull away. Slowly, her lips parted and I pressed closer. The lightest of kisses intensifying and my hands finding her hips. Hers tentatively finding mine. She wasn't into women, or hadn't made that realization yet. But...she hadn't had a drink. <br><br> I pulled at her hips and the top of my thigh pushed the slit of her dress upward, finding her crotch and made sure she kept contact, grinding and stimulating. My tongue dove in and hers fluttered in response, instinctively responding to me. And then I felt her trying to disconnect. I don't know if it was trying to say something, to end the moment, or engage differently, but I had to keep going. <br><br> One hand slid up her bare side and into her golden waves, gripping tight and pulling, I felt her gasp in my mouth and I responded with a gyration, pressing hard at her clit through the lacy underwear she was wearing. Whatever she was about to do she stopped trying to do, her hands grabbed at my ass, pulling me against her and I worked her off on the floor, making out slow and sloppy. My hands tight on her, not letting her escape. <br><br> She finally broke away from the kiss. I felt her body shuddering as she came, the whimpering little gasps in my ear and the tugs at my rear to guide my timing and elongating her orgasm. I laughed, pleased, into her ear. She was nearly done and flashed me a hard, angry look. <br><br> "What." I smirked. <br><br> "Should be glad you're so fucking hot." She pulled at my ass, her thigh making contact with my mound, my little dress shoved up and baring my ass for all these skeeves to see. It was her turn to shove her tongue in my mouth and we began probably an hour or so of 'dancing' in this club, holding tightly to each other and getting absolutely soaked, making each other cum and making out. <br><br> We wore ourselves out -- I didn't realize how much I had craved the physical exertion until the lovely walk back, heels in hand, our other hands lightly entangled, moving over the cool cobblestones and feeling the lake breeze flutter at our dresses as we made our way back to the promontory, drunk and loose. The night was over and a //great// way to start school. It did become our spot, but we didn't behave so raunchily going forward. We saved that for quiet and sneaky trips to each other's rooms for a 'study session' or just a sleepover. <<else>> Her dance rhythm stuttered in shock and she pulled back, the light contact of my mouth to hers ending abruptly. "Shit. Uh, sorry." It was the most apologetic smile I could manage. <br><br> "Creepy //guys//?" Her brow furrowed, eyes investigating mine. <br><br> "Let me get you a drink to apologize." I pulled her off the floor. Guys had used this very sequence on me how many times? On her, absolutely, but she didn't seem to notice. I wondered how obvious I was being. How many other women had tried their luck. She didn't seem to be into women, or at least hadn't made the realization yet. <br><br> I paid for a shot to 'cleanse the palate' and then a cute little cocktail for us both. I avoided the topic of what had just happened and despite the pang in my chest watched her get pulled away by a guy, grinding against him and making out as I was left by the bar to watch the beauty and the skeez. He started to get handsy and my drinks had let her inhibitions drop a bit, his fingers pulling the slit of her dress away to reveal the lace of her underwear and then diving under. She shuddered and lost the step of the dance as he began to finger her. Her eyes popped open, locking with me and I pounded the rest of my cocktail and came to her aid. <br><br> My hand pulling his away as she grabbed at me and used me as leverage to extricate herself. We were stumbling back towards the bar and she gave me a peck on my cheek, "Creepy fucking guys." <br><br> "Gross. Here." I arched my back, trying to get the bartender's attention, liking the way it felt to have her holding on to me like I was her lifeline. Another round of shots and then we wer back on the dance floor. <br><br> A laugh in my ear, "I hate that he still got me horny. I'm fucking wet now." A roll of her deep eyes. <br><br> "Bodies and brains never seem to agree, right?" She shook her head, Rapunzel-like hair brushing at her bare upper back and shoulders seductively. She pulled me closer, dancing together now, my thigh reinserting itself between hers and I felt the heat. It was intense, "Fuck, Alina. Yeah, you're hot as hell." <br><br> A cooing 'mhmm' in my ear and I wondered if that was a signal. With all the strength of confidence I could muster, I kissed her again. Slowly, her lips parted and I pressed closer. The lightest of kisses intensifying and my hands finding her hips. Hers tentatively finding mine. She wasn't into women, or hadn't made that realization yet. But...she hadn't had a drink. <br><br> I pulled at her hips and the top of my thigh pushed the slit of her dress upward, finding her crotch and made sure she kept contact, grinding and stimulating. My tongue dove in and hers fluttered in response, instinctively responding to me. And then I felt her trying to disconnect. I don't know if it was trying to say something, to end the moment, or engage differently, but I had to keep going. <br><br> One hand slid up her bare side and into her golden waves, gripping tight and pulling, I felt her gasp in my mouth and I responded with a gyration, pressing hard at her clit through the lacy underwear she was wearing. Whatever she was about to do she stopped trying to do, her hands grabbed at my ass, pulling me against her and I worked her off on the floor, making out slow and sloppy. My hands tight on her, not letting her escape. <br><br> She finally broke away from the kiss. I felt her body shuddering as she came, the whimpering little gasps in my ear and the tugs at my rear to guide my timing and elongating her orgasm. I laughed, pleased, into her ear. She was nearly done and flashed me a hard, angry look. <br><br> "What." I smirked. <br><br> "Why'd you stop." She pulled at my ass, her thigh making contact with my mound, my little dress shoved up and baring my ass for all these skeeves to see. It was her turn to shove her tongue in my mouth and we began probably an hour or so of 'dancing' in this club, holding tightly to each other and getting absolutely soaked. She teased me with her thigh but was insistent with me, making her climax again and again while not giving me the return favor. I was dying, desperate by the end of our make out on the dance floor, but she was hungry and unrelenting. And so goddamn good looking I wasn't going to argue. <br><br> We wore ourselves out -- I didn't realize how much I had craved the physical exertion until the lovely walk back, heels in hand, our other hands lightly entangled, moving over the cool cobblestones and feeling the lake breeze flutter at our dresses as we made our way back to the promontory, drunk and loose. The night was over and a //great// way to start school. It did become our spot, but we didn't behave so raunchily going forward. We saved that for quiet and sneaky trips to each other's rooms for a 'study session' or just a sleepover. <br><br> <</if>> <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <<path>> No, just no. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <br><br> I'd be fingering myself with the fantasies later. Maybe she would be my spankbank for my entire time in Switzerland. Maybe my life. But I couldn't risk the one comfortable relationship I had found in this place. So, we just danced. And just like the clubs at home, there were more guys than girls. We enjoyed ourselves as we let them approach and dance with each of us throughout the evening, feeling them make their moves, watching each other roll our eyes at men being men and giving signals when we needed a little save. It was //us// being out together rather than two girls on the hunt. It would have killed my evening if I ended up being the grenade. <br><br> We got a little sweaty, we each had a little make out with the cuter of the guys, and had our drinks bought for us. We wore ourselves out -- I didn't realize how much I had craved the physical exertion until the lovely walk back, heels in hand, moving over the cool cobblestones and feeling the lake breeze flutter at our dresses as we made our way back to the promontory, drunk and loose. The night was over and a great way to start school. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<path>> But could be fun. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel += 2>> <br><br> "Good with me!" I was just excited to be out and about, and yeah, a divey little place, replete with pink neon lighting sounded like really getting to know the non-elites of this Swiss township. And my feet were hurting. <br><br> We made a bit of a scene coming in, getting eyes from the locals as we walked in as if it were the new hot spot. A couple were eating a late night meal in a corner, a number of men were at the bar in their cups, all of their clothes made my little dress look resplendent. "Can we help you?" The bartender leaned forward, flat palms down on the bartop, slightly a challenge, slightly a curiosity. <br><br> "A drink?" I looked to the blonde on my arm as if we were making the decision in the moment. <br><br> "Perfect." And we hopped onto the stools and letting him pour us draughts while I pushed my heels against the stool, working them loose and to hang on my feet rather than grip them tightly. Oh, yeah. <br><br> Her coltish leg hung outstretched from one side of her stool, cut of her dress accentuating the length and tone while she casually sipped at a beer, but now that we were seated and relatively quiet, the locals left us to our own devices. They didn't want to be disturbed and treated us in kind. <br><br> The bartender also relaxed as we fell in line with his normal clientele. We chatted with him and sipped, all of us laughing and eye rolling as we talked about the Madame and the Finishing School. We heard about previous years and the worst of the worst. The entitlement and the crazy famous names that had taken over the town for a period of months while they studied imperiously at the mansion on the cliffs. <br><br> It felt //wrong// to be drinking watery beer with the 'peons' and ripping on the day's classes, our classmates, the school that we spent so much effort and time in. And money. It was weird to have such an easy rapport with the bartender -- Gustav -- even though we were among the people who everyone was being so dismissive of. Were we being given carte blanche? Were we a novelty that would be laughed at the moment we walked out of the door? <br><br> I didn't care. I loved that it was this easy with Alina, that I didn't feel the need to compete and she wasn't competing with me. And it was lovely to walk back, heels in hand, moving over the cool cobblestones and feeling the lake breeze flutter at our dresses as we made our way back to the promontory, drunk and loose. The night was over and a great way to start school. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $GY.friend == "Bekkah">> What she was wearing had to be designer. Bespoke. I would never //dare// going out in something that expensive. The sweat, the drinks, the guys...it coming back looking anything like it did now was almost nil. But she looked fucking fantastic. <br><br> We could not have looked more different -- my ass and tits out and hers...well out as well, but in a way that was tasteful. We moved down the cobblestone paths and I nearly wrenched an ankle, while she took the trip like it was smooth pavement. She didn't say anything on the way down and I wondered why she had invited me. I was sure that she would have found more in common with most of the others. But here we were. <br><br> The sleepy town was...quiet. Asleep? No one was about and I wondered if this was all some sort of play to humiliate me. I could hear some music and movement further inland, but we were heading towards the lake. And then I saw our destination: a yacht, moored at the docks, alit and live with people. <br><br> "We going to one of your islands?" I skipped forward, trying to match pace with her. It nearly was my literal downfall. <br><br> "Kinda. That's kind of like an island, yeah?" She smiled, leading me up the gangplank. <br><br> The boat was full of women just like her and men that hit both ends of the spectrum: some wore perfect, designer suits while the others preferred the open-shirt, boat-faring look that left their body (usually nothing to admire) on display. <br><br> "Have fun. See you back at the school tomorrow, kay?" I was a little shocked at being dropped like that. Weird to be invited to something like this, past the red rope, and then just deposited. Her way of showing friendship? Access and opportunity rather than anything that actually transpiring between the two of us. <br><br><br> And so I wandered the boat, trying to figure out how to navigate this new experience: <br><br> <div id="boat"> Coy and <<link "careful">> <<replace "#boat">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> She'd given me access, but I wasn't about to be some prey like the other women seemed keen on being. Yeah, they were acting vapid, a little bubbly, and I could tell that underneath it all, most of them were far brighter than these guys. I definitely wasn't the most eye-catching in the simple dress, but it kind of played into my 'new girl' mystique. The new, young thing that I could sense men picking up on instinctively. Shit. <br><br> I quickly shifted to another deck. I ducked to where there was food, and it was a table lavishly adorned with appetizers that easily put the displays at the school to shame. Fuck, this tasted good. I washed a tart or something down with some champagne and... <br><br> "What's your name?" Shit, I hadn't gotten away. I guess that was naive. I turned and was shocked, seeing a jaw-droppingly attractive man who chuckled seeing my response, "I'm Max." Yeah, sure he was older, but he was damn good looking and dressed to the nines. I couldn't place his accent, it sounded Baltic maybe. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." I wiped my mouth, ensuring there were no crumbs, "Sorry." <br><br> I think he found me endearing, "Nothing to be sorry about dear. I'm glad to make your acquaintance. Just got back from Dubai and decided to drop by." <br><br> "Me as well. Not Dubai. But dropping by. A friend invited me." <br><br> "No excuses need to be made." His acceptance of me was even more unbalancing and I think he enjoyed it. <br><br> We wandered the mostly empty deck, snacking and sipping as we got to know each other. Some other men wandered down in various states of inebriation, saw our dynamic and didn't intervene. <br><br> And while I could tell he found me attractive, he didn't make a move. I was a little upset about it because he was so pretty and dashing, but also I think he read me right. I had been dropped into unfamiliar territory and didn't need to be taken advantage of. <br><br> He provided the class and culture and was also my protection from other, more insidious male attention for the evening. <br><br> And for that I was thankful. Thankful for Bekkah inviting me and opening this world to me as well. I never saw Max again, but it made for a great first night out on the town. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <</replace>> <</link>>? <br> Dive in and <<link "party">> <<replace "#boat">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel += 2>> <<addBody Dimnos M "Dimnos, with his massive Macedonian yacht">> <<set $GY.swissTrysts ++>> She'd given me access, I might as well enjoy it. So I keyed on on the behavior of the other women on the boat -- yeah, a little vapid, a little bubbly, but I could tell most of them were far brighter deep down than these guys -- and started to fall in line. I definitely wasn't the most eye-catching in the simple dress, but it kind of played into my 'new girl' mystique. The new, young thing that I could sense men picking up on instinctively. <br><br> "What's your name?" It was a Greek accent? Something Mediterranean for sure. He was barefoot, light flannel pants, a healthy mid-section showing as he didn't even bother with a shirt, and he had accepted his baldness by giving his head a close shave. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." I giggled perkily, making sure to let my movement draw his eyes downward. "This your boat?" <br><br> "Oh, no. Mine's..." He smiled broadly, not taking his eyes off my revealed flesh as he pointed out across the moorings to a larger yacht that couldn't get this close to land, "That's mine." <br><br> "Oh!" Well, this was certainly a ladder-climbing situation. And what these parties were all about. <br><br> "Dimnos," he offered a hand. I took it and shook, making sure mine was lighter than his. "I do know this boat well though, let me show you around." His hand sliding from mine and curling its way around my waist. And he led me below deck, the pressure of his arm making my minidress hike up a bit, flashing every bit of my legs and it felt like the cool lake air was hitting my asscheeks a bit more than it should have been. <br><br> Below decks wasn't too interesting, and he avoided a room that was lavishly covered with appetizers, small plates and rows upon rows of champagne flutes. A little nudge and we headed down a narrow hallway to the state rooms. He wasn't doing much of a tour, just making little chuckles and asks about me, "Oh, you know Bekkah..." and comments, "We need to get you a dress. It looks good on you..." <br><br> "But better...off." We were in a state room and his hand deftly slid one strap off my shoulder, than the other. His bare foot had shut the door behind me and my dress fluttered down my body to the floor. "Ah yes, much better. Off." And he guided me over to the bed. <br><br> Okay. This was fast. And I really wasn't seeing much of an exit, or how to handle this. I felt kind of like a working girl and wondered if that's what my attire read as. Or just easy prey. <br><br> And so he got his prey on the bed and was working his linen slacks off with one hand as his other hand slowly massaged at my pussy, talking to me about parties on his yacht and where he's been. Casually, he pulled my hand to his cock and had me getting him ready as he got me ready. <br><br> He felt my warmth and wetness and moved his hips, pressing ontop of me and using them to get my thighs apart. My hand on his cock providing the guidance to my primed snatch. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>I knew from his state of dress that he wasn't packing protection and my body clenched in worry as he mounted me. <br><br><</if>> And then with a pleased sigh, he stroked inside me. He began to coo about my attractiveness and the tightness of my cunt on his cock as he thrust. His fat jiggled, the pudge of his crotch pressing against my mound as he shoved himself ballsdeep. His bald head shined in the recessed lighting. <br><br> He took his time and it wasn't to get me off. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>>I got close though. I was actually surprised at how I //didn't// cum. The way he pressed against my clit and his cock dug deep inside me. And that he wasn't in a rush. I was frowning at the end, seemingly always on the verge of getting there.<</if>> Still, I cooed out and clutched at him with my calves as I felt him on his verge, pretending to cum as he began to blast his semen inside of me. <br><br> He shuddered and smiled, pressing his weight between my legs a couple times before shaking his head with a smile and making the reverse motion that he had to get ontop of me. <br><br> "I'll show you my boat next time?" He chuckled, patting his stomach and giving his sticky, flaccid cock a few strokes, enjoying the post-coital pleasure. <br><br> "Sounds perfect." I giggled, pulling the dress on over myself and letting him enjoy seeing his semen slowly seeping from me, the new girl mounted and marked. And then I left the room, quickly finding a bathroom so I didn't let anyone //else// see and lose credibility. It was all show and audience. And now I had to get back and get some sleep. What a night. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <</replace>> <</link>> </div> <<elseif $GY.friend == "Sofia">> Her little black dress put mine to shame. Her tits (fake), looked incredible, pushed up and out on full display. I wondered if they'd stay in. Her asscheeks slightly peeked from the bottom of the body-con dress that emphasized even her //navel//. Her heels were egregiously tall, but somehow she managed not even a little wobble. <br><br> And so, the two of us sauntered, legs and tits out, asses jiggling as we moved down the cobblestone paths and threatened wrenching an ankle. She didn't say anything on the way down and I wondered why she had invited me. I was sure that she would have found more in common with most of the others. But here we were. <br><br> The sleepy town was...quiet. Asleep? No one was about and I wondered if she was bringing me to some Russian hit, or to be spirited away into white slavery by some of her father's goons. Or a play for Putin against America. My heart was beating and all the pieces seemed to be coming together. <br><br> I was going to die. Or worse. <br><br> We stopped in an alley and my eyes had to be the size of those 'plates' I had been working with in my room. My safe room. Where I ''should'' be. Maybe she had paid off the servants to make my disappearance this simple. <br><br> I looked around for potential avenues of attack, for threats. And then what looked like a small metal door opened and I knew that was it. Where I'd be disappearing into. <br><br> "Come on, slut." She laughed with the deep, round tone of her Russian accent. I was befuddled, I was clammy, but I was entranced and moved into the small opening...barely registering the pulsing bass that all of a sudden could be heard now. <br><br> I squeezed in, she followed and we were in this tiny, boutique little club. I started laughing out loud, jumping in my heels in a way I should not have been, nearly falling into her. Squeezing her, smiling at her. <br><br> "Fun, right?" She had no clue. I felt like my life had just been given back to me. I guess she had knocked on that door and I had been to pre-occupied. She knew some little hideaway club and here we were. <br><br><br> The crowd was hers, for certain. I don't think I heard a lick of the dominant languages of Switzerland. Nope, just Russian dialects and slavic tones. Lots of white people. Lots of fat guys. Lots of gaudy jewelry and women -- who weren't prostitutes -- but were dressed like they were. <br><br> I don't know who she knew, but I didn't feel like asking was safe. We headed up the stairs, her whispering to this guy and that guy. They had to have guns, yeah, definitely. And then we were in a small booth that overlooked the dance floor below. There were two guys in the booth with us. Cold, dead eyes looking us over and seeing if they caught anything between our legs as we sat down. She didn't seem to care. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 2>> I don't think they got anything. Not my first time in this dress in these conditions, boyos. <<else>> Not my first time in this dress in these conditions, they //definitely// saw what they wanted: <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>direct eyeline to my cunt-line.<<else>>my crotch, congratulations.<</if>> <</if>> <br><br> "Sasha." She was yelling into my ear, pointing out the elder, the shlubbier of the two. Probably the one who ran the place. He oozed power. He saw the introduction and patted the seat next to him, his other meaty hand reaching over to the vodka on ice beside him as an offer. A promise. Who he was, where we were was the threat. If there was a threat. There was a threat. Had to be. <br><br> <div id="clubsex"> <<link "Sit">> <<replace "#clubsex">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel += 2>> <<addBody Sasha M "Sasha, Swiss Club Owner">> <<set $GY.swissTrysts ++>> With the barest of consideration, I dropped next to him and the hand that had patted the seat was on my thigh and nudging it apart in the first second. He was leaning forward, his belly pushing forward against the straining and button-down shirt, to pour out a shot for us both. His fingers had found their place, creating grooves in the flesh of my inner thigh but he wasn't going further. <br><br> He leaned back, slowly, confidently and handed me one shot, lifting his to meet my glass as he leaned in to yell, "Sasha." Introducing himself again and shooting his shot. I leaned up into him, my movement letting his fingers find higher purchase. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." And shot mine. Following his lead. Sofia was gone. When had that happened? Oh boy. Had she pimped me out? Who //was// this guy? <br><br> I looked around and saw the men around -- and they were all men -- had to have been his muscle and weren't on team <<print $CC.name>>. He nodded towards the vodka and I nodded back. He poured another shot and offered it to me. <br><br> "Sofia's friend?" <br><br> I nodded, shooting mine, it was __clean__ vodka. Had to have been expensive. "Yeah, go to school with her." I was practically pressed up against his bear-like body, his fingers nearly at my pussy, my dress hardly at my hips but surprisingly he wasn't rubbing. His restraint was commendable. <br><br> "I know her father." And so it went, little bits of knowledge about each other traded, loudly and none of it was too risky or interesting, and the shots continued. I was getting blasted quick, which I knew was the point, but the warmth was a welcome friend where Sofia used to be. "Want to watch show?" He motioned down at the lower floor. How had his fingers //not// touched my pussy yet? It was wet simply by proximity now, he could probably feel the pulsing heat as my body responded to him despite the lack of attraction. Bodies have a mind of their own. <br><br> "Uh, sure!" I don't think I could have taken another shot. So I stood, the hand pulling at my thigh helpful in making sure I didn't fall over. He positioned me against the railing, his hand leaving between my legs to rest on my ass, giving it a slight squeeze as we both leaned forward to look down. <br><br> A few naked women came out on stage and it didn't surprise me -- what else would the show be? They were lithe, probably ex-ballerinas or something, walking out as if they were fully clothed. And then they started their dance. It was strange to be done in these conditions since at the heart it looked artful, but it was in time with the bassline. They used each other's momentum and weight, balance and counter balance as they grabbed and grasped at each other. They climbed and leaned onto each other. Their hands sliding erotically along each other's limbs, taking moments to caress an angular neck, a flat stomach, the nub of a breast or the bare mound and vaginal lips. <br><br> He had moved behind me and I felt my short dress lifting just the barest of inches so that he could access underneath. And here it was. <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>Asking for a condom would have gone a) unheard, b) ignored, so I just grabbed onto the invincibility that the vodka was giving me and leaned forward.<</if>> <br><br> I watched them contort as I made my first contortion, my jaw dropping and my back arching as he pressed slowly inside me. It wasn't rough, it wasn't urgent, it wasn't possessive. But it also wasn't romantic. I felt his gut pushing up my lower back, bunching my dress higher as his root met my lips, balls rubbing at my thighs. <br><br> The girls were moving their bodies against each other in ways I had only thought at the Cirque, contorting and rotating, moving fluidly and easily as he matched the beat, beating into me firmly. <br><br> He didn't rush. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>>And him taking time allowed me to get into it. I came, hard, hands gripping at the railing as I felt his rigid cock thrusting against the right place and sending me off. No one heard my cries. But he felt me losing myself on his cock.<</if>> And then, as the show came to a slow, rhythmic completion, so did he. His belly pressed hard against my back and he leaned me against the railing, over the crowd below as his testicles emptied their sperm inside me deeply. <br><br> And then he pulled out and guided me back down to the seat. He gave me another shot as if nothing had happened, cum oozing out of me like the most natural thing, "Good show?" He smiled. He seemed far less cold now. <br><br> I nodded and then Sofia came back. He nodded to her and she pulled me off and away. "Sorry about that, slut. But you aren't exactly //our// people. But you're good here now." <br><br> She smiled like this was fine and dragged me out onto the floor, cummy but dancing the rest of the night away and burning through the raging buzz that the cold, clean vodka had given me. <br><br> And that show //had// been really fucking cool. And kind of hot to have been fucked while watching. Crazy fucking night. <br><br> <br><br> <br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god they wouldn't always be like that. <</replace>> <</link>>? <br><br> or <br><br> <<link "Risk">> <<replace "#clubsex">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel -->> My words caught in my throat, trying to consider a way to say no. The fear of the alleyway returning ten-fold. I saw the coldness get colder, Sofia get awkward and smiling demurely as she pulled me away quickly. <br><br> "He knows my //father//." She screamed in my ear, pushing me through the crowd back towards the door __hard__. "You aren't //our// people." Another shove, I ran into some guy. "What were you thinking!" I nearly tripped over my heels, stumbling out into the alleyway again. <br><br> She didn't follow me out, frowning as she leaned from the little metal door. "S-sorry, but like...he was fucking scary." <br><br> "No. Shit. It's just a one-time thing. What's the big deal?" <br><br> I shrugged, tears pooling in my eyes, threatening to kill my mascara. Maybe my relationship with Sofia was fucked now, but...at that cost? "I just...couldn't. I'm..." <br><br> "Don't be such a dumb American bitch. Doesn't make you a whore. Makes you //female//." And with that the metal door slammed with a clang. The music was gone. So was my future entry to the club. And maybe going out with Sofia. Time would tell. Fuck, what a shitty first night. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god, needed something better than that. <</replace>> <</link>>? </div> <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> Her outfit was simple, it was cute...it wasn't going out clothes. It didn't show off what had to be a foal-like body, but hid it respectfully. It looked more like she was showing up for prayer or yoga, but yet...we were going out? <br><br> I felt a little weird wearing what I was, stumbling over the cobblestones that were not designed for heels, "Oh dear! You are going to hurt yourself." She clutched to me, aiding me down the winding path from the school. "I feel naughty. We shouldn't be out after hours." <br><br> "No. That's why I was a little shocked when you showed up." <br><br> "And said...bitch." Her eyes twinkled, mischievous little smile like she was being so incredibly naughty. Would daddy find out?! <br><br> "Where are we going?" I laughed, looking around at the sleepy little town that looked...asleep. Lights were off, night life seemed to be an idea that hadn't quite made it to the lakeside village. <br><br> She pointed down the street that looked dark and dead, and I realized she was pointing to a church. Maybe it had been retrofitted? "Oh, cool!" <br><br> She beamed and pulled me excitedly down the street, her strappy shoes smacking against the stones, while my heels clicked erratically as I tried to keep up. <br><br> And inside was definitely alive, people were lining the pews and swaying and singing. It was a young crowd and there was a band on stage, guitar and bass echoing off the stone and wood structure. Christian Rock. Hm. Okay. <br><br> We found some space at the back of the church and grabbed a couple programs that told me that we hadn't arrived on time. Little delinquents that we were. And then she launched into the song, singing the chorus with the band on stage. It was in English, so that was good, but I didn't know it and there wasn't a songbook to sing along. <br><br> There was even some headbanging when they got raucous a few songs in. It was easy to move to and I enjoyed the warmth and the communal excitement was infectious, and I didn't mind seeing Lily grinning as much as she was. She looked at home here. At school she was so fastidious, trying so hard and so serious. She was free. That was refreshing to see. <br><br> There were refreshments and small bites at a break in the music. People milled around and met each other and I got tons of looks and questions about my dress and it became a kind-hearted 'oops!' joke as people pegged me for being not one of the flock the way Lily was. <br><br> The music came to an end and people began to file out, some making donations in a little box on their way out. And then we were headed back to the school. Not too late, but still breaking the rules. I wondered if it was worth it. <br><br> I had ditched my heels, holding them in one hand and not risking the cobblestones on the way back. "Thanks for bringing me." I smiled over at her. She seemed ebullient. <br><br> "Did you enjoy it?" <br><br> "Never been to one of those before." It wasn't a lie, and it wasn't an answer to her question, but it felt like the right response. <br><br> "Well, glad to have brought you. Thanks for coming along!" <br><br> "Didn't hear them use bitch much tonight." I dug at her, bringing up earlier. <br><br> She blushed, "I thought you wouldn't come if I wasn't being edgy." Somehow that stung, but she was right I guess. I just smiled and shook my head, giving her hand a squeeze as we made it back to our halls and headed to our rooms. I sighed, looking at the homework I had abandoned and decided to just get some sleep. At least I wouldn't have a hangover or deal with the other things that can come from a night out. <br><br> Okay. That was not exactly the usual 'night out.' But. It was interesting? And good to have time with Lily. I just hoped that the rest of my opportunities to get out of the school after hours would be a little bit more fun. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <</if>> <</replace>> <</link>>." </div> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<silently>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> <</silently>> And going out was essentially the only way to meet new people and relieve the building hormonal stress. But partying is hard on the body and not good for learning and retaining that knowledge. So, I had to weigh my options, while I could go out anytime I wanted, I could go out //anytime// I wanted. <br><br> Some nights, I stayed in and I felt the benefits of school. Some nights, I went out and traded those for some 'local flavor.' <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>> <<quiz noChanging>> What did I lose? <br><br> <<quizGroup columns>> <<quizChoice "Social refinements" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Skeezy Romanian', title: 'Skeezy Romanian in Switzerland', caption: 'Skeezy Romanian in Switzerland', gender: 'M'})" alt="He was a skeezy Romanian at the club, never got his name.">> <<quizChoice "Cultural nuance" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Baltic Guy', title: 'Baltic Guy in Switzerland', caption: 'Baltic Guy in Switzerland', gender: 'M'})" alt="We spoke two different languages: his was...something Baltic?">> <<quizChoice "Appreciation for the finer things" change="$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Enzo', title: 'Enzo the Pickpocket', caption: 'Enzo the Pickpocket', gender: 'M'})" alt="I don't think Enzo was a pickpocket but he stole my wallet.">> <<quizChoice "Subtle forms of manipulation" change="$Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Marcel', title: 'Marcel, sexy Swiss partner', caption: 'Marcel, sexy Swiss partner', gender: 'M'})" alt="Marcel was smooth, suave and sexy.">> <<quizChoice "Behavioral insight" change="$Stats.Skills['Perception'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Javier', title: 'Javier, on his Swiss sabbatical', caption: 'Javier, on his Swiss sabbatical', gender: 'M'})" alt="Javier was a psychologist on sabbatical.">> <<quizChoice "Artful equivocation" change="$Stats.Skills['Deception'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Odin', title: 'Odin, tongue god in Switzerland', caption: 'Odin, tongue god in Switzerland', gender: 'M'})" alt="Odin got me into bed with simply his golden tongue...where it also was a plus.">> <<quizChoice "Sussing subtext" change="$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Remy', title: 'Remy, hid me from his wife', caption: 'Remy, hid me from his wife', gender: 'M'})" alt="Remy, I think was married and I was his dalliance.">> <<quizChoice "Much of the language" change="$Stats.Skills['Learning'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Rocco', title: 'Rocco and I broke a bed', caption: 'Rocco and I broke a bed', gender: 'M'})" alt="Rocco's broken English and my broken Italian equalled a broken bed.">> <<quizChoice "Poise and presentation" change="$Stats.Skills['Performance'].value--; $bodies.push({ name:'Giovanni', title: 'Giovanni, Milan Model', caption: 'Giovanni, Milan Model', gender: 'M'})" alt="Giovanni was a gorgeous model from Milan.">> <<quizChoice "Control and restraint" change="$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Cyrilo', title: 'Cyrilo, Swiss DJ', caption: 'Cyrilo, Swiss DJ', gender: 'M'})" alt="Cyrilo and I fucked during some of his sets as DJ at the club.">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=10 disable>> <br>/* IMAGE: Used Redbull cans, snorted lines of cocaine, empty alcohol bottles -- excess */ <<quizChoice "A bit of myself" change="$Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Casimir', title: 'Casimir, got a discount for product', caption: 'Casimir, got a discount for product', gender: 'M'})" alt="Casimir was a dealer and I traded pussy for product...and a good fuck.">> <<quizGroup columns priorChoices=11>> <br>/* IMAGE: Very bleary eyes*/ I didn't care. I fucking loved just letting go. Didn't matter that I earned a reputation at the Institute. I didn't cross a line that would kick me out and I was there to escape. So, I escaped. <br> <br> <<quizChoice "Forgot more" change="$Stats.Skills['Learning'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Henrik', title: 'Henrik, mansplainer before every lay', caption: 'Henrik, mansplainer before every lay', gender: 'M'})" alt="Henrik loved to mansplain what I picked up in class.">> <<quizChoice "Turned people off" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Alejandro', title: 'Chauffeur Alejandro loved to hatefuck', caption: 'Chauffeur Alejandro loved to hatefuck', gender: 'M'})" alt="Alejandro, chauffeur got out his hatred for serving with me in bed">> <<quizChoice "Lost control" change="$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Bron', title: 'Bondage Bron', caption: 'Bondage Bron', gender: 'M'})" alt="Bron loved bondage">> <<quizChoice "Cared about less" change="$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Kristofer', title: 'Kristofer kept me from classes in Switzerland', caption: 'Kristofer kept me from classes in Switzerland', gender: 'M'})" alt="Kristoffer had me skip classes to meet up.">> <<quizChoice "My body took a hit" change="$Stats.BodyTraits.delete('fit'); $GY.swissTrysts ++; $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value--; $bodies.push({ name:'Mikel', title: 'Mikel on a boat in Switzerland', caption: 'Mikel on a boat in Switzerland', gender: 'M'})" alt="Mikel had a boat and I spent weekends of decadence with him.">> <<quizChoice "Stumbled more" change="$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Hugo', title: 'Hugo, the heel hater', caption: 'Hugo, the heel hater', gender: 'M'})" alt="Hugo hated heels, so I practically stopped wearing them.">> <<quizChoice "Saw less" change="$Stats.Skills['Perception'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Lucas', title: 'Lucas, the Swiss homebody', caption: 'Lucas, the Swiss homebody', gender: 'M'})" alt="Lucas never wanted to leave his flat, so we didn't.">> <<quizChoice "Lost inhibition" change="$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Phillipe', title: 'Bottle service Phillipe', caption: 'Bottle service Phillipe', gender: 'M'})" alt="Phillipe spent so much on bottle service with me.">> <<quizChoice "Lost insight" change="$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Xander', title: 'Xander, the conspiracy theorist', caption: 'Xander, the conspiracy theorist', gender: 'M'})" alt="Xander watched lots of YouTube conspiracy channels.">> <<quizChoice "Lost talent" change="$Stats.Skills['Performance'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Barnaby', title: 'Barnaby negged me constantly', caption: 'Barnaby negged me constantly', gender: 'M'})" alt="Barnaby loved to use the neg on me">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=11 change="$CC.memories.push('Met Casimir')">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=20 change="$CC.memories.push('Met Mikel'); $GY.swissTrysts = priorChoices">> <</quiz>> <<elseif $CC.sexuality == 0>> <<quiz noChanging>> What did I lose? <br><br> <<quizGroup columns>> <<quizChoice "Social refinements" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Skeezy Romanian', title: 'Skeezy Romanian in Switzerland', caption: 'Skeezy Romanian in Switzerland', gender: 'M'})" alt="He was a skeezy Romanian at the club, never got his name.">> <<quizChoice "Cultural nuance" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Baltic Guy', title: 'Baltic Guy in Switzerland', caption: 'Baltic Guy in Switzerland', gender: 'M'})" alt="We spoke two different languages: his was...something Baltic?">> <<quizChoice "Appreciation for the finer things" change="$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Abella', title: 'Abella, the pickpocket', caption: 'Abella, the pickpocket', gender: 'F'})" alt="I don't think Abella was a prostitute, but she stole my wallet.">> <<quizChoice "Subtle forms of manipulation" change="$Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'A husband', title: 'Natalia', caption: 'Natalia\'s husband, as a favor', gender: 'M'})" alt="Natalia convinced me to hook up with her husband.">> <<quizChoice "Behavioral insight" change="$Stats.Skills['Perception'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Kennedy', title: 'Kennedy, amateur shrink', caption: 'Kennedy, amateur shrink', gender: 'F'})" alt="Kennedy psychoanalyzed me after sex.">> <<quizChoice "Artful equivocation" change="$Stats.Skills['Deception'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Odin', title: 'Odin, tongue god in Switzerland', caption: 'Odin, tongue god in Switzerland', gender: 'M'})" alt="Odin got me into bed with simply his golden tongue...where it also was a plus.">> <<quizChoice "Sussing subtext" change="$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Angie', title: 'Angie learned she was a lesbian', caption: 'Angie learned she was a lesbian', gender: 'F'})" alt="Angie was married and wanted out.">> <<quizChoice "Much of the language" change="$Stats.Skills['Learning'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Rocco', title: 'Rocco and I broke a bed', caption: 'Rocco and I broke a bed', gender: 'M'})" alt="Rocco's broken English and my broken Italian equalled a broken bed.">> <<quizChoice "Poise and presentation" change="$Stats.Skills['Performance'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Giovanni', title: 'Giovanni, Milan Model', caption: 'Giovanni, Milan Model', gender: 'M'})" alt="Giovanni was a gorgeous model from Milan.">> <<quizChoice "Control and restraint" change="$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Cyrilo', title: 'Cyrilo, Swiss DJ', caption: 'Cyrilo, Swiss DJ', gender: 'M'})" alt="Cyrilo and I fucked during some of his sets as DJ at the club.">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=10 disable>> <br>/* IMAGE: Used Redbull cans, snorted lines of cocaine, empty alcohol bottles -- excess */ <<quizChoice "A bit of myself" change="$Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Casimir', title: 'Casimir, got a discount for product', caption: 'Casimir, got a discount for product', gender: 'M'})" alt="Casimir was a dealer and I traded pussy for product...and a good fuck.">> <<quizGroup columns priorChoices=11>> <br>/* IMAGE: Very bleary eyes*/ I didn't care. I fucking loved just letting go. Didn't matter that I earned a reputation at the Institute. I didn't cross a line that would kick me out and I was there to escape. So, I escaped. <br> <br> <<quizChoice "Forgot more" change="$Stats.Skills['Learning'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Henrik', title: 'Henrik, mansplainer before every lay', caption: 'Henrik, mansplainer before every lay', gender: 'M'})" alt="Henrik loved to mansplain what I picked up in class.">> <<quizChoice "Turned people off" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Alejandro', title: 'Chauffeur Alejandro loved to hatefuck', caption: 'Chauffeur Alejandro loved to hatefuck', gender: 'M'})" alt="Alejandro, chauffeur got out his hatred for serving with me in bed">> <<quizChoice "Lost control" change="$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Sofia', title: 'Sofia, daughter of a Russian oil magnate', caption: 'Sofia, daughter of a Russian oil magnate', gender: 'F'})" alt="Sofia and I got too drunk one night. I lived to regret it.">> <<quizChoice "Cared about less" change="$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Kristofer', title: 'Kristofer kept me from classes in Switzerland', caption: 'Kristofer kept me from classes in Switzerland', gender: 'M'})" alt="Kristoffer had me skip classes to meet up.">> <<quizChoice "My body took a hit" change="$Stats.BodyTraits.delete('fit'); $GY.swissTrysts ++; $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value--; $bodies.push({ name:'Bekkah', title: 'Bekkah, the socialite', caption: 'Bekkah, the socialite', gender: 'F'})" alt="Bekkah was quite giving, but I think she did it to undermine me">> <<quizChoice "Stumbled more" change="$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Hugo', title: 'Hugo, the heel hater', caption: 'Hugo, the heel hater', gender: 'M'})" alt="Hugo hated heels, so I practically stopped wearing them.">> <<quizChoice "Saw less" change="$Stats.Skills['Perception'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Lucas', title: 'Lucas, the Swiss homebody', caption: 'Lucas, the Swiss homebody', gender: 'M'})" alt="Lucas never wanted to leave his flat, so we didn't.">> <<quizChoice "Lost inhibition" change="$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Phillipe', title: 'Bottle service Phillipe', caption: 'Bottle service Phillipe', gender: 'M'})" alt="Phillipe spent so much on bottle service with me.">> <<quizChoice "Lost insight" change="$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Xander', title: 'Xander, the conspiracy theorist', caption: 'Xander, the conspiracy theorist', gender: 'M'})" alt="Xander watched lots of YouTube conspiracy channels.">> <<quizChoice "Lost talent" change="$Stats.Skills['Performance'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Alina', title: 'Alina, American Model', caption: 'Alina, American Model', gender: 'F'})" alt="Sleeping with Alina made me feel less about myself">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=11 change="$CC.memories.push('Met Casimir')">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=20 change="$CC.memories.push('Met Mikel'); $GY.swissTrysts = priorChoices">> <</quiz>> <<elseif $CC.sexuality == -1>> <<quiz noChanging>> What did I lose? <br><br> <<quizGroup columns>> <<quizChoice "Social refinements" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Skeezy Romanian', title: 'Skeezy Romanian in Switzerland', caption: 'Skeezy Romanian in Switzerland', gender: 'F'})" alt="She was a skeezy Romanian at the club, never got her name.">> <<quizChoice "Cultural nuance" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Baltic babe', title: 'Baltic babe in Switzerland', caption: 'Baltic babe in Switzerland', gender: 'F'})" alt="We spoke two different languages: hers was...something Baltic?">> <<quizChoice "Appreciation for the finer things" change="$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Abella', title: 'Abella, the pickpocket', caption: 'Abella, the pickpocket', gender: 'F'})" alt="I don't think Abella was a prostitute, but she stole my wallet.">> <<quizChoice "Subtle forms of manipulation" change="$Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'A husband', title: 'Natalia', caption: 'Natalia\'s husband, as a favor', gender: 'M'})" alt="Natalia convinced me to hook up with her husband.">> <<quizChoice "Behavioral insight" change="$Stats.Skills['Perception'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Kennedy', title: 'Kennedy, amateur shrink', caption: 'Kennedy, amateur shrink', gender: 'F'})" alt="Kennedy psychoanalyzed me after sex.">> <<quizChoice "Artful equivocation" change="$Stats.Skills['Deception'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Ingrid', title: 'Ingrid, a one-off that ghosted me in Switzerland', caption: 'Ingrid, a one-off that ghosted me in Switzerland', gender: 'F'})" alt="Ingrid strung me along">> <<quizChoice "Sussing subtext" change="$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Angie', title: 'Angie learned she was a lesbian', caption: 'Angie learned she was a lesbian', gender: 'F'})" alt="Angie was married and wanted out.">> <<quizChoice "Much of the language" change="$Stats.Skills['Learning'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Delia', title: 'Delia leanred English from me', caption: 'Delia leanred English from me', gender: 'F'})" alt="Delia wanted to practice her English.">> <<quizChoice "Poise and presentation" change="$Stats.Skills['Performance'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Bianca', title: 'Bianca put me to shame with her talent on the dance floor', caption: 'Bianca put me to shame with her talent on the dance floor', gender: 'F'})" alt="Bianca was a ballroom dancer.">> <<quizChoice "Control and restraint" change="$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Annabelle', title: 'Annabelle, crazy Swiss tryst', caption: 'Annabelle, crazy Swiss tryst', gender: 'F'})" alt="Annabelle was wilder than I was.">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=10 disable>> <br>/* IMAGE: Used Redbull cans, snorted lines of cocaine, empty alcohol bottles -- excess */ <<quizChoice "A bit of myself" change="$Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Casimir', title: 'Casimir, got a discount for product', caption: 'Casimir, got a discount for product', gender: 'M'})" alt="Casimir had product, I had pussy.">> <<quizGroup columns priorChoices=11>> <br> I didn't care. I fucking loved just letting go. Didn't matter that I earned a reputation at the Institute. I didn't cross a line that would kick me out and I was there to escape. So, I escaped. <br>/* IMAGE: Very bleary eyes*/ <br> <<quizChoice "Forgot more" change="$Stats.Skills['Learning'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Zoe', title: 'For Zoe, weed was an aphrodesiac', caption: 'For Zoe, weed was an aphrodesiac', gender: 'F'})" alt="Zoe and I got high before sex.">> <<quizChoice "Turned people off" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Madame Neri', title: 'Madame Neri picked me to be her yearling', caption: 'Madame Neri picked me to be her yearling', gender: 'F'})" alt="Madame Neri treated me like this year's pet, and people knew.">> <<quizChoice "Lost control" change="$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Sofia', title: 'Sofia, daughter of a Russian oil magnate', caption: 'Sofia, daughter of a Russian oil magnate', gender: 'F'})" alt="Sofia and I got too drunk one night. I lived to regret it.">> <<quizChoice "Cared about less" change="$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Phoebe', title: 'Phoebe loved to slum it', caption: 'Phoebe loved to slum it', gender: 'F'})" alt="Phoebe loved the divey clubs and bars.">> <<quizChoice "My body took a hit" change="$Stats.BodyTraits.delete('fit');$GY.swissTrysts ++; $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value--; $bodies.push({ name:'Bekkah', title: 'Bekkah, the socialite', caption: 'Bekkah, the socialite', gender: 'F'})" alt="Bekkah was quite giving, but I think she did it to undermine me.">> <<quizChoice "Stumbled more" change="$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Opehlia', title: 'Ophelia, the thrill seeker', caption: 'Ophelia, the thrill seeker', gender: 'F'})" alt="Ophelia was a daredevil and I got hurt during one of her stunts.">> <<quizChoice "Saw less" change="$Stats.Skills['Perception'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Michalina', title: 'Michalina, possessive girlfriend', caption: 'Michalina, possessive girlfriend', gender: 'F'})" alt="Michalina was controlling and possessive.">> <<quizChoice "Lost inhibition" change="$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Lillian', title: 'Lillian, the coke fiend', caption: 'Lillian, the coke fiend', gender: 'F'})" alt="Lillian loved lines.">> <<quizChoice "Lost insight" change="$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Emery', title: 'Emery hated my finishing school', caption: 'Emery hated my finishing school', gender: 'F'})" alt="Emery downplayed my studies as frivolous.">> <<quizChoice "Lost talent" change="$Stats.Skills['Performance'].value--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push({ name:'Alina', title: 'Alina, American Model', caption: 'Alina, American Model', gender: 'F'})" alt="Sleeping with Alina made me feel less about myself.">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=11 change="$CC.memories.push('Met Casimir')">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=20 change="$CC.memories.push('Met Mikel'); $GY.swissTrysts = priorChoices">> <</quiz>> <</if>> /* TODO: consider adding a trait/tiered trait/special passage if user went for it all or selected a lot */ <br><br> I came here to learn, I came here to have fun. Ultimately, I felt I had achieved the [[best of both worlds|GY008 - LMO]]. <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit elegantdress>> /* IMAGE: Empty Boat */ That's when the imposter syndrome felt most real: pulling my bag out of the palatial Institute and making my way back to the boat. I'd cross Lake Geneva the way I came, the others had found better ways to depart. I'd head out without my attendant. I'd get back into Coach and be home no more resolved than when I left. <br><br><br> It felt like such a let down. <br><br><br> And everything now felt so...unimpressive. I was leaving a class of society that essentially didn't exist. Everything felt plebian. Tasteless, poor replicas, mockery. Madame had done her job -- there was a bit of me that was 'refined'. I had been conditioned and altered in ways I hadn't expected. A little more Sofia, a little more Bekkah, a little less <<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> Part of me was happy to have these things, part of me saw how fleeting and unimportant it all was. That society was just as manufactured and flawed as the one I was returning to. I wondered how long these changes in me would last. Would I revert quickly or would it be indelible? <br><br><br> I had been molded, but I don't think I was truly finished. A real misnomer. And whatever way I ended up, I'd end up [[me|GY010 - Home]]. <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Nate's Card */ <<outfit default>> What a year it had been. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2>> And it felt so good to have done what I did. It had been the right call, eschew all the rest of the bullshit and do something for me and about me. <<else>> I wasn't sure that it was the right call. It felt...like a pause. It had filled the time, but not filled the holes or given me answers. I still felt lost. <</if>> <br><br><br> But the year was coming to a close and the choices that had been before me remained, unrelenting, unresolved and unforgiving. <br><br> My head in my hands, a few weeks before the Boys and <<print $CC.FName>> got back from their first year at school, I was overwhelmed by all the pamphlets -- all the verbiage and pictures looked the same. College looked the same. How did //anyone// make a decision about something that seemed to be this important? <br><br> I shoved the slick and shiny paper with a frustrated grunt. And there it was: Nate's card. <br><br> There hadn't been a visit, not a word about Mom. Tears dropped onto the white of the thick paper: was she dead? Had I abandoned her? Was she going to be as much of a forgotten memory as this past year would soon be? As unimportant? <br><br><br> It felt like my choices were set right there in front of me: <<crossroads>> <<path [[EXIT]]>> The normal, expected path of college. <<path [[EXIT]]>> Do something, //anything// about the person who had brought me into this world. <</crossroads>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $HS.testScore = $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value>> <<set $CC.HSBC += $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $CC.maleAttention + $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value + $CC.maleReaction - $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value - $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value - $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "boys">> <<set $CC.HSBC += $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> <</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "none">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <</if>> <header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Prologue<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>The High School<</type>></h2> </header> <<timed 5s t8n>> And while all that craziness was going on, I tried to maintain some semblance of normalcy. How could the things //I// wanted to do and who I wanted to __be__ mesh in some way, shape or form alongside these crazy-high demands at school? <br><br><br> <img class="img framed" src="img/hs.png"> <br> What was I going to do with my 'free time' that maybe would align with a kicker on a college application...or help me out in the scheme of life? Or at least that I could //sell// as being the reason why I did what I did. <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - Volunteer]] $CC.clique is "Prude">> ...my pastor had asked that everyone consider devoting time and energy towards the community, as He did. <br><br> So, of course, I considered my obligations to my college chances alongside God. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this Clique. <<path [[HS002 - Music]] $CC.clique is "Rebel">> ...as we came to the end of the school year, all the great music venues were opening up. <br><br> So, of course, I ditched everything else in lieu of art. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this Clique. <<path [[HS002 - PromQ]] $CC.clique is "Alpha" && !visited("HS002 - PromQ")>> ..the impending end of the year meant Prom, and that took //effort//. <br><br> So, of course, I needed to be Prom Queen. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this Clique. <<path [[HS002 - Twitch]] $CC.clique is "Nerd">> ...there was the opportunity to see our idols. In. Person. <br><br> So, of course, I needed to go to TwitchCon. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this Clique. <<path [[HS002 - Competition]] $CC.clique is "Sports">> ...the end of the year meant capstone competitions that made or broke you. <br><br> So, of course, I focused on the other thing colleges cared about: sports.. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this Clique. <<path [[HS002 - CastingHS]] $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> ...I had just been in the CVS when I had been handed a card and it looked legit and he didn't seem to have ulterior motives. <br><br> I had gotten...scouted? <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't attractive enough. <<path [[HS002 - Studies]]>> ...with such a high bar to meet, grades were of the utmost importance. <br><br> So, of course, I studied. <</crossroads>> <<timed 1s>> <<dialogHint 'Story Arcs' 'popup'>> Some vignettes are larger and form miniature story arcs, and -- rather than cultivating the Bonzai tree of her skills and personality -- are more centered on achievement and testing the Claire that has reached this point of her story. What can she achieve? Will she succeed? What goalposts will be solidified in her memory? <</dialogHint>> <</timed>> <</timed>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Reverend at the pulpit */ <<outfit prude>> <<set $HS.vol = $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> <<if $CC.freetime == "volunteer" && $CC.hsv == "volunteer">><<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value += 2>><</if>> <<if ["vandal", "gang", "partier", "club"].includes($CC.freetime)>><<set $HS.vol -->><</if>> <<if ["vandal", "gang", "partier", "club"].includes($CC.hsv)>><<set $HS.vol -->><</if>> <<if ["helper", "church", "volunteer"].includes($CC.freetime)>><<set $HS.vol ++>><</if>> <<if ["helper", "church", "volunteer"].includes($CC.hsv)>><<set $HS.vol ++>><</if>> <<set _givingchoice = new Map([["nothing, we didn't believe in it", -1], ["even though we didn't have anything to give", 1]])>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 2>><<run _givingchoice.set("what we could afford", 0)>><</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>><<run _givingchoice.set("generously", 2)>><</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 4>><<run _givingchoice.set("probably as a way to show off, but we gave", 3)>><</if>> Reverend Hull was an incredibly inspiring figure. The way he spoke came with a conviction that was at once inspired from Above, while also being grounded and human. His eyes were kind. His handshake firm, but soft. <br><br> I remember sitting in the pews and just being enrapt during his homilies. Other children were scribbling on the donation envelopes or shuffled off to day care...not me. <br><br> As a family, when that collection plate cycled around, we gave <<cycle "_giving" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _givingchoice>><</cycle>>. <br><br> As time passed, there were chances to be closer to Him, to him, and to the church and I leapt at the opportunity. <br><br> <div id="church"> <<crossroads #church>> <<path>> We had a prestigious, friendly and talented ''choir'' <<contents>> <<set $HS.vol = $HS.vol + _giving>> We had a prestigious, friendly and talented ''choir'' <br><br><br> No audition was necessary, just warm smiles and handshakes of welcome, though I could tell there was posturing and curiosity from the moment I approached. <br><br><br> "And what section should you be in?" <br><br> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> The soloists? No, I couldn't say that. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>> "Alto." A surprised smirk, but speaking reassured him how true it was. <br><br> "Alto it is! We're certainly in need. Let's get you some [[music|HS002 - Choir]]." <<else>> "Girl part?" <br><br> He chuckled, "I'm sure soprano will be fine. Let's get you some [[music|HS002 - Choir]]." <</if>> <<path>> Work in the ''soup kitchen'' <<contents>> <<set $HS.vol = $HS.vol + _giving>> The most Christ-like thing around was getting my hands dirty and actually //helping//. I showed up weekly to the soup kitchen, providing meals and aid to the families and displaced in our area. <br><br> It wasn't easy work, but that made it felt more ''right''. Occasionally, clergy and staff from the church attended and ladled, or met with the less fortunate, but mostly it was me with a bunch of elderly or middle-aged [[ladies|HS002 - Soup]]. <<path>> The church had changed over time, and it leant the opportunity to work closely with the clergy as an ''altar girl'' <<contents>> <<set $HS.vol = $HS.vol + _giving>> Show up //early// before mass. Stay late and clean up. Lead in the processional and out the recessional. But there was also a ton of surprisingly administrative tasks and duties to support the Reverend and the clergy. <br><br> I didn't mind, it was closer to understanding them and their Work than carrying some object full of metaphor and portent. And it [[humanized them|HS002 - AltarGirl]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit choir>> /* IMAGE: Choir singing */ <<set _solo = 0>> We rehearsed every Tuesday and Thursday night and performed at each service on Sunday. It was a big time suck, but it was like a little family within a bigger family. I was, by far, the youngest person in the group. A few young professionals -- who were always talking about their community theatre productions -- were the closest thing I had to contemporaries and they still had ten or so years on me. Well, and Ava. She technically was older than me as well, but the friction between us from school bled into this space as well and I tried to ignore her presence. <br><br> Gladys, an...octogenarian? led the group rehearsals and conducted for us until it came time for the Sunday singing. <br><br> "Alright," her crinkly voice was infectious -- I couldn't help but smile each time she opened her mouth, "So, for Easter services we've got some of our most important pieces of the year. Obviously. And those pieces require a soloist. They're not easy, but if you'd like a shot, I'll hold auditions after today's rehearsal." <br><br> <<if $CC.spoiled == true || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>>My heart jumped -- I //had// to get that part.<<else>>Oh, that's fun! I began to consider if it was worth it, if I was good enough, if I wanted the part.<</if>> <br><br> You could feel the ripple of anticipation through the group. The rehearsal wasn't as useful as they usually were, "Okay, okay, I can tell you all are chomping. Let's close out early, __take__ a ''break'', and then get to the auditions." <br><br> Some left, eager to have a shorter rehearsal and win some time back in their day. <br><br> <div id="soloist"> I looked at the remaining contenders and steeled myself for <<link "competition">><<replace "#soloist">> A deep breath. I stepped forward and squared up, "Easy now, dear. This isn't a fight. Relax the knees -- you can sight read?" I gave a shrug, based on what I saw, I thought I could do it. "Henry, lead her in..." <br><br> <div id="sing"> The piano began and I <<link "sang">><<replace "#sing">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 1>><<set _solo ++>>It wasn't only about the singing, but presenting the story and ensuring people heard the words. The music just accentuated the tale I was telling.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2>><<set _solo ++>>Being alone meant it was even more important to had //presence//, to stand out from the crowd.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>><<set _solo ++>>All the rest? I let the uniqueness of my voice add color and depth to the notes.<br><br><</if>> And then we had to wait a //week// for the <<link "results" "HS002 - Choir2">><<if _solo gt 1>><<set $HS.soloist = true>><</if>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>> and considered <<link "going home">><<replace "#soloist">> <<if $CC.spoiled == true || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>> Turning around, I took one step towards the door but then something inside got the better of me -- I auditioned. <br><br> A deep breath. I stepped forward and squared up, "Easy now, dear. This isn't a fight. Relax the knees -- you can sight read?" I gave a shrug, based on what I saw, I thought I could do it. "Henry, lead her in..." <br><br> The piano began and I <<link "sang">><<replace "#soloist">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 1>><<set _solo ++>>It wasn't only about the singing, but presenting the story and ensuring people heard the words. The music just accentuated the tale I was telling.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2>><<set _solo ++>>Being alone meant it was even more important to had //presence//, to stand out from the crowd.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>><<set _solo ++>>All the rest? I let the uniqueness of my voice add color and depth to the notes.<br><br><</if>> And then we had to wait a //week// for the <<link "results" "HS002 - Choir2">><<if _solo gt 1>><<set $HS.soloist = true>><</if>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> Being new to the group, I was sure tenure mattered in selection, plus I wasn't //that// certain of my pipes. So, I headed [[home|HS002 - Choir2]].<</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if $HS.soloist == true>> <<set $CC.memories.push("Easter Service Soloist")>> <<set $HS.vol += 4>><<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> Wow. To be leading the group -- the congregation on the most important of days. It floored me. <br><br> It also didn't make Ava very happy. She was the closest competitor and likely would have been the soloist if it were not for me. <br><br> My notes floated as I sang. It felt right to be up there. And she eventually did come around and congratulate me. As much as it probably hurt her. <br><br> Gladys was such a character, jiving her creaky hips to the beat, moving her arthritic hands in the air to guide the group. Part of me wished she was the conductor. And she was singing along with us like the best of them. <br><br> Crazy enough, she was also open to criticism that she took notes as well as she gave them. <br><br> We continued to practice, becoming a fine-tuned machine under Glady's guidance. We paired off into part groupings to help us hold our singing lines. We worked sections repeatedly to ensure our breathing was in unison and our cut-offs were clean. <br><br> I learned a lot from the people around me who'd been singing like this in some cases for decades. There was knowledge there and I soaked it up. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> The person I was before joining wasn't the same singer and performer as the person I was now. <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("voice")>> The practice and consistent singing really helped me understand where my voice sat, the colors and flavors that I had. And so much of it was breathing, weirdly enough. Support with the breath. Support. <</if>> <br><br> Before I knew it, Gladys announced, "That's it, a wrap. You're going to be great out there tomorrow." Tomorrow? [[It was Easter|HS002 - Election]]. <<else>> It was far easier to watch and listen to Ava as she alighted God's words to the rafters. The notes floated as she sang. She was the right soloist. <<if $CC.spoiled == true>><<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->>As much as that hurt me to say.<</if>> <br><br> Gladys was such a character, jiving her creaky hips to the beat, moving her arthritic hands in the air to guide the group. Part of me wished she was the conductor. And she was singing along with us like the best of them. <br><br> Crazy enough, she was also open to criticism that she took notes as well as she gave them. <br><br> We continued to practice, becoming a fine-tuned machine under Glady's guidance. We paired off into part groupings to help us hold our singing lines. We worked sections repeatedly to ensure our breathing was in unison and our cut-offs were clean. <br><br> I learned a lot from the people around me who'd been singing like this in some cases for decades. There was knowledge there and I soaked it up. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>>The person I was before joining wasn't the same singer and performer as the person I was now. <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("voice")>>The practice and consistent singing really helped me understand where my voice sat, the colors and flavors that I had. And so much of it was breathing, weirdly enough. Support with the breath. Support. <</if>> <br><br> Before I knew it, Gladys announced, "That's it, a wrap. You're going to be great out there tomorrow." Tomorrow? [[It was Easter|HS002 - Election]]. <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Soup Kitchen */ /* TODO format nobr */ <</nobr>> Just another Sunday after Mass, leaving the church and heading nearby to the community center. And then I was waiting patiently in the stifling hot kitchen, ready with oven mitts to receive trays and vats and heft them over to the serving area. <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0>><<set $HS.vol ++>>And I was good at it. They meant it as a punishment or low-girl on the totem pole kind of hazing, but I could move the hefty things with relative ease -- my youth didn't hurt either. Some thought I was showing off -- throwing my age in their faces -- but most were just happy at having to do less work.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value lt 0>><<set $HS.vol -->>But I was only able to help out with the lighter loads. I felt their glares and disapproval. Despite me just not being built and sized the way they were, they thought I was lazy. But after a couple incidents, even though I was low-girl on the totem pole, I didn't do much hefting.<<else>>And I was able to manage it, barely. Not really built or sized like the rest of these ladies, yet I was low on the totem pole, trudging back and forth and trying not to get burned.<</if>> "Alright, girls," came the call from the hall. Gladys was pulling the lock on the door and we'd soon be inundated. It was time to shift gears. <div id="kitchen">I enjoyed taking my place on the <<link "front lines">><<replace "#kitchen">>I departed the kitchen with a healthy sheen of sweat, wiping my brow and making myself as presentable as I could while wearing a hair net. There was a press at the door like something out of a zombie movie, bodies nearly running over Gladys to get to nourishment. She yelped and I called out, "Careful now! Enough for everyone. Extras if you walk!" <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 2>><<set $HS.vol ++>>That worked. Eyes got wide and the swelling of humans slowed down, giving Gladys time to move her creaky hips out of the way. She nodded a thank you to me.<<else>>Something about the way I said it maybe? The frenzied force surged forward and Gladys went sprawling. A squawk and thud -- I really hope she didn't break a hip. Then all of the ladies were leaning up over their pans and yelling, trying to get the needy to hold their horses. They didn't, but it was a mad rush for those extras -- they insisted on them anyway.<</if>> Being on the front lines meant resisting the basic human needs and myriad personalities each with their own method of eking out a little bit more. Kindness, forcefulness, pain, but it was up to me to ensure that people at the end of the line weren't left without simply because desperation was desperation.<<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lt 0>><<set $HS.vol ++>>But I could give as well as I got, and I wasn't going to back down. A smile, an understanding nod, a kind word. Whereas the other ladies utilized their wisdom and grizzled nature to deny, I was able to employ youthful wonder, interest in me and who I was. By being unique, it gave me an edge. Being pretty didn't hurt either. I was one of the best keeping my [[food flowing|HS002 - Soup2]].<<else>>They were so hungry. I felt so bad for them. I don't think there was a day that I wasn't crying at some part of my shift. New faces and so much need. My food didn't last long, but the brightness I saw in those I did serve made me feel [[better|HS002 - Soup2]].<</if>><</replace>><</link>>, doling out dumplings. Usually, I was out amongst them, monitoring and seeing what <<link "extra aid">><<replace "#kitchen">>The ladies leaned into my energy (and better eyes) to maintain the floor. Desperate people did crazy things. But I also found it gave me an avenue to listen and hear. No one who walked through our doors was simply in need of a meal. It helped, but it wasn't a panacea. <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>><<set $HS.vol ++>>"I'm just so goddamned lonely..." my head snapped around. He was certainly displaced and his clothes were among the worst off I had seen in a while. He wasn't speaking to anyone in particular, but the tears streaming down his dirty cheeks told me it wasn't some concoction of his mind. Carefully, kindly, I sat down beside him. "I'm <<print $CC.name>>." He looked at me in disbelief, deep, dark eyes broadening as he took in my face. He wiped his nose on his sleeve, catching some of the food he had been eating as well. "Rog, the Dodger." "That's a fun name." "//Nick// name, cutie." Uh-oh. He was misreading this. <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $CC.maleReaction>><<set $HS.vol ++>>Turning on my best reserved and caring demeanor, shifting my weight in the seat beside him, even when he reached to take my hand I was prepared and extricated myself before it escalated too much. Walking that tight rope, I was able to convince him to meet with Hull after he was done eating. He just needed community and I'm sure [[the Reverend|HS002 - Soup2]] would have some ideas.<<else>>I tried to present as reserved as I could, but suddenly his hand was grasping mine and I tried to pull it free. He lost it, jumping up in his seat and screaming from the top of his lungs, "You ''hate'' me! You're like everyone else." Gladys, God save her soul, came by to help extricate me from the crazed man. They had to ask him to leave before he had finished eating, but at least I was safe, "Maybe keep away from the men, dear. You give them ideas." I nodded and kept a distance [[from then|HS002 - Soup2]] on out.<</if>> <<else>>There was a part of this that felt like a prison warden, and the way that many of them looked at me, I could tell that simply wandering the dining aisles gave them flashbacks. Even little me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 0>><<set $HS.vol ++>>Keeping that in mind, for we must walk in their shoes, I ensured that my demeanor was present, but available. I was there to guide and help, rather than detain and restrain. When I walked among them, they were more at ease, smiling more and fighting [[far less|HS002 - Soup2]].<<else>>And just walking like I was I think would set them off. There'd be a fight over food. Screaming and suddenly all our work was tossed on the floor. Between my stature and the age of the women, it took almost the full staff to break the altercation up. As I spent the evening cleaning up the mess, I decided to leave the monitoring to the [[experienced ones|HS002 - Soup2]].<</if>><</if>><</replace>><</link>> we could provide. I let the experienced ladies take the line, I moved <<link "into the back">><<replace "#kitchen">>It was a changing of the guards, Crocs and sandals shuffling past me, a stained apron was doffed and tossed into my waiting arms. I tied it on and stepped in, like a benchwarmer ready to take over for the All Star. <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>><<set $HS.vol ++>>Surveying the scene, I could tell what needed to come off the burners, what stage the dishes were in, and what was needing to be prepped. I got to work.<<else>>I jumped in with what was in front of me, basting some gristly meat. I had to fight back a curse or two when I realized that I had missed something about to burn, and wasn't ready with round two -- some prep had been left unfinished. I scrambled, doing the best I could.<</if>> It was like a real-life game of Overcooked. The kitchen wasn't moving around, but it certainly felt like it. I had to be line cook, sous and expediter all in one.<<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>><<set $HS.vol ++>>Somehow, I managed it with aplomb. Skidding on the greasy floor, I used the momentum to my benefit, pulling a Kramer as I slammed through the swinging door and refreshed the ladies. Then I was back in, switching burners, transitioning dishes and keeping all the plates [[spinning|HS002 - Soup2]].<<else>>It was maddening, grabbing a hot pan and scrambling to make it to the ladies before that first rush left them attacked by ravenous people. The greasy floor was unexpected and I skidded, not through the swinging door but against the wall beside it. <<shake 2s>>''Thud''<</shake>> I tumbled, the tray spilled and the floor greeted me, sticky, dirty and hard. Dazed, I hissed as my hand accidentally went right into steaming food. I hadn't spilled it on me, thankfully, but the collision had done its work. I don't think I made a sound that could have been heard over the din outside, but one of the ladies checked on me -- in a way -- door swinging wildly and smacking me square in the ass as she barrelled in. "<<print $CC.name>>! We're out, where's out...where's...OH! Are you okay, dear?" I was being pulled up off the grimy floor, laughing it off with her as she sat me down. Not an auspicious day. Some wasted food and the ladies had to cover for me, but it all turned out [[okay|HS002 - Soup2]].<</if>><</replace>><</link>> to make sure the pots stayed plentiful.</div><<nobr>> /* TODO format nobr */ <</nobr>> I got into my rhythm, the regulars got to know me by name and even the ladies got used to having me around. It was nice, a way to spend the final hours of the weekend that felt useful. Easter rolled around and the longer service didn't deter Deacon Stern from heading straight over, in his robes, to visit and commune with the needy. One woman broke down in tears, clutching her child to her chest at the mere sight of his approach. He sat down next to her, sliding an arm around them both. <div id = "verse1"> <<link "John 3:16">><<replace "#verse1">> "Yes, my dear." Stern nodded to me as he pet the woman's head, patting beside him as well instructing me to sit. "But, while we all shall have eternal life, I think it is anxiety, instead that wracks our company." Swing and a miss. But I had gotten a seat at the right hand of the Deacon. That meant something. "Come with me." Rising up from the bench and leaving the woman relieved. Just a touch, just his presence had set her at ease. "Bless you, child." And then he turned to me, "You...are new here." I nodded, "<<print $CC.name>>" He nodded again, sagely. "What do you see here? Weekly, you see it, so I trust you." He made a gesture across the community center. <div id = "verse2"> <<link "Tired, hungry">><<replace "#verse2">> "2 Corinthians 5:7" The words had barely left his mouth when I sighed. "Faith...not sight." "Not sight." He smiled. "But you bring them faith every week. And that is good. Thank you for what you do. It is rare in someone your age." And with that, he was gone. "He never talks to me..." Gladys chuckled with that crinkly voice. I squeezed the flab of her upper arm. "Thank you for [[saying so|HS002 - Election]]." <</replace>><</link>> people who shouldn't be subjected to this. <<link "Renewed spirit">><<replace "#verse2">> <<set $HS.vol ++>>"Exactly. For we live by //faith//, not by sight." "2 Corinthians 5:7" "You know your verses well." I blushed. "You bring them that renewal, weekly. And that is good. Thank you for what you do. It is rare in someone your age." And with that, he was gone. "He never talks to me..." Gladys chuckled with that crinkly voice. I squeezed the flab of her upper arm. "Thank you for [[saying so|HS002 - Election]]." <</replace>><</link>>, ready to try again. </div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Peter 5:7">><<replace "#verse1">> <<set $HS.vol ++>>"Yes. We should cast aside our anxiety to Him." He patted the seat beside him with a sideways smile, his focus on petting the woman curled up against him. I had gotten a seat at the right hand of the Deacon. That meant something. "Come with me." Rising up from the bench and leaving the woman relieved. Just a touch, just his presence had set her at ease. "Bless you, child." And then he turned to me, "You...are new here." I nodded, "<<print $CC.name>>" He nodded again, sagely. "What do you see here? Weekly, you see it, so I trust you." He made a gesture across the community center. <div id = "verse2"> <<link "Tired, hungry">><<replace "#verse2">> "2 Corinthians 5:7" The words had barely left his mouth when I sighed. "Faith...not sight." "Not sight." He smiled. "But you bring them faith every week. And that is good. Thank you for what you do. It is rare in someone your age." And with that, he was gone. "He never talks to me..." Gladys chuckled with that crinkly voice. I squeezed the flab of her upper arm. "Thank you for [[saying so|HS002 - Election]]." <</replace>><</link>> people who shouldn't be subjected to this. <<link "Renewed spirit">><<replace "#verse2">> <<set $HS.vol ++>>"Exactly. For we live by //faith//, not by sight." "2 Corinthians 5:7" "You know your verses well." I blushed. "You bring them that renewal, weekly. And that is good. Thank you for what you do. It is rare in someone your age." And with that, he was gone. "He never talks to me..." Gladys chuckled with that crinkly voice. I squeezed the flab of her upper arm. "Thank you for [[saying so|HS002 - Election]]." <</replace>><</link>>, ready to try again. </div> <</replace>><</link>> </div><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Easter processional */ /* TODO format nobr */ <</nobr>> Easter. When every person who held any bit of religiousness in their soul came for services. It was a long service, but it was a beautiful service. <<if visited("HS002 - AltarGirl")>>We were in full regalia, walking down the aisle, the organ leading us in. I processed behind Dylan, smiled at <<print $CC.DName>> who had joined us for the services today, and continued forward to my spot up on the dais. The pews felt fuller today, lights felt brighter, the chorus of voices more on key. Reverend Hull began with the Service of Light. There was something calming and portentous knowing what was up next. That the words had been said so many times, and heard so many times from this very man. There wasn't the improvisation and and unknown of what we'd be learning as if this were a normal service. The choir sang, led by Ava -- our beautiful soloist whose notes floated on the pregnant air. I wondered on resurrection, both metaphorical and literal. I wondered on myself as I knelt for the blessing -- would we all be resurrected? Would we need it? And then I was woken from my reverie. <<elseif visited("Choir")>>Everyone was in full regalia, walking down the aisle, the organ leading us in. The pews felt fuller today, lights felt brighter, the chorus of voices more on key. Reverend Hull began with the Service of Light. There was something calming and portentous knowing what was up next. That the words had been said so many times, and heard so many times from this very man. There wasn't the improvisation and and unknown of what we'd be learning as if this were a normal service. We sang with an energy and connectedness that we hadn't had in any of our rehearsals. <<if $HS.soloist == true>>And then came the central pieces. I stepped forward and opened my throat, my notes floated on the pregnant air. I saw tears in the eyes of quite a few of our congregation -- touched.<<else>>And then came the central pieces, led by Ava, whose notes floated on the pregnant air. She did it beautifully.<</if>> I wondered on resurrection, both metaphorical and literal. I wondered on myself as I knelt for the blessing -- would we all be resurrected? Would we need it? And then I was woken from my reverie. <<else>>Everyone was in full regalia, walking down the aisle, the organ leading us in. The pews felt fuller today, lights felt brighter, the chorus of voices more on key. Reverend Hull began with the Service of Light. There was something calming and portentous knowing what was up next. That the words had been said so many times, and heard so many times from this very man. There wasn't the improvisation and and unknown of what we'd be learning as if this were a normal service. The choir sang, led by Ava -- our beautiful soloist whose notes floated on the pregnant air. I wondered on resurrection, both metaphorical and literal. I wondered on myself as I knelt for the blessing -- would we all be resurrected? Would we need it? And then I was woken from my reverie.<</if>> The structured passages and rites came to a close and Hull began his touch, his epilogue on the ritual of the day. "And so, I believe it is right to bring forth one of us who has most embodied His nature this past year. In service of this body, His glory, and our community. I ask that <<if $HS.vol gte 10>><<print $CC.name>> come forward." I was stunned, nearly fell out of the pew as it registered. I was surrounded by smiles and suddenly found myself moving up the aisle -- had I walked? Had I been carried? Is this ecstasy? "Thank you for all you have done, child, you truly embody Christ and you make us all stronger in the knowing of Him through you." Wow. I had been given the Faith and Service Award.<<set $CC.memories.push("Won Faith and Service Award")>> What a wonderful and overwhelming Easter. This year would be one for [[the ages|HS002 - PromDress]]. <<else>>Gladys come forward?" She was clearly stunned. I worried about her advanced age and the shock. She was surrounded by smiles and was brought up in front of the congregation, "Thank you for all you have done, child, you truly embody Christ and you make us all stronger in the knowing of Him through you." What a wonderful Easter. Gladys truly deserved it. I made a promise to myself to try and embody more of her spirit from [[now on|HS002 - PromDress]]. <</if>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Tiny cramped office */ /* TODO format nobr */ <</nobr>><div id="comp"> Yep. Showed up in the afternoons and all day on Saturday in my //normal// clothes. Did you really think that the clergy walked around in vestments all the time? Deacon Stern was put together in a button-down and dark slacks, shoes -- though worn -- shining brightly with care. And Hull often broke out a Rush t-shirt, well-loved through the years, and a pair of cargo shorts. The dissonance was astounding. But, given that they weren't cloistered monks, I quickly got over my preconceived notions and became used to our little church-Office dynamic. Our Youth Pastor, Dylan, popped in from time to time, but he was often off-site doing outreach, managing community affairs and running errands for the more senior duo. "Morning, gentlemen. <<print $CC.name>>." He nodded my way, deliberately including me at my make-shift desk in the corner. "Morning, Dylan." Hull lifted his head from the weekend's sermon. He watched Dylan move about the office with purpose -- this file cabinet, that folder. Then he turned his gaze on me and I dropped my eyes immediately to the address list I was double-checking. "Why don't you take <<print $CC.name>> with you today? I think she could do with getting out of this musty office and away from two moth-eaten old men." Stern cleared his throat, Hull smiled at him kindly, "And just leave the address list on my desk. I'll finish it for you, dear." Not wanting to get between whatever unspoken conversation was happening, I kept my eyes bowed and placed the list carefully on an open area of his desk before joining Dylan by the entryway. "Ready for our little adventure?" "What are we doing?" I asked, meekly. "We're going to have a little competition. Do you think you can get more signatures than me this afternoon?" He handed me a clipboard. It was a petition to unconstrain the Pledge of Allegiance in school and allow people to reference God, if they so chose. "Ready? Go!" And -- a little like Charlie Chaplin -- he waddled off jokingly. He'd have the advantage on me of actually knowing the petition, so I'd have to find some way to outmaneuver him. He looked back, I mimicked his waddle off in another <<link "direction">><<replace "#comp" t8n>> <div id ="result"> <div id ="compch"> <<if $CC.hsv == "church">> Had he not thought about the <<link "Youth Group">><<replace "#compch">> <<set $HS.vol ++>>Well, maybe it was because he didn't know where they'd be during 'off-hours'. But I did. Right behind the church. Hiding in plain sight? They all readily signed the petition, some simply because they knew it was a competition with Dylan. That was a quick batch, but wouldn't be enough. I made my way around town. <<nobr>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set $HS.vol ++>>Thankfully, people were actually happy to be approached by me. Irrespective of gender, they were willing to entertain a few words and sign something while I smiled at them.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>><<set $HS.vol ++>>But I did have to pound some pavement. Moving quickly when an area was exhausted was a strain, but I made it work. I had a deadline to make.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 1>><<set $HS.vol ++>>And to some...I may have lied -- covered the name and description text. I tried to use the strength of numbers to assure them it was a good cause. I didn't know their politics and certainly doubted many of their religions. But I needed the signatures.<br><br><</if>> <</nobr>> <<link "How'd I do">><<replace "#result">> <<if $HS.vol gt 5>>Dylan's eyes gaped, "Incredible. I think this actually might pass, thanks to you." He squeezed my hand, some tears in his eyes. I didn't realize this meant that much to him. "Dinner's on me." We went to a diner and spent the night laughing about the people we'd encountered and things we'd said and done. We munched on fries while sipping a milkshake and stayed even after the meal [[was crumbs|HS002 - AltarGirl2]].<<else>>Dylan nodded, "Great job." And began to move away with my clipboard, I reached out, grabbing for his, "We all win in the end, isn't that right?" Ugh. That was going to [[bother me|HS002 - AltarGirl2]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>>? //His// Youth Group? Easy win. <</if>> <<print $CC.DName>>'s <<link "office">> <<replace "#compch">> It was a quick jaunt down to the Travel Agency where <<print $CC.DName>> worked. It was always a madhouse, people on calls, papers everywhere, and everyone was frantically clicking their mouses as their eyes darted across their monitors. <<nobr>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.vol ++>> He wasn't the biggest fan of my entrenchment at the church, but he didn't //have// to know what the petition was about. "You mind helping me out on this thing for school? Just need some signatures for Government and Econ?" He nodded and quickly sent off a memo to the office distro telling them to sign. It was good to know the boss. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.vol ++>> The pace and focus was like a puzzle I needed to navigate. Disrupt someone at the wrong time was a quick way to a quick no. But I was able to sus out who was most available and made sure they didn't feel time-pressure. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2>> <<set $HS.vol ++>> I could taste the win. I //needed// to win. I wondered if I was going to get judged, but I knew how to get guys attention quickly. A little sit on the desk, not cross the legs, their eyes darted down without any encouragement. And their pens darted across the paper. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> <<set $HS.vol ++>> What they //really// enjoyed? Was that they got the full show as I sat on their desk. I didn't make them rush to sign. <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<link "How'd I do">><<replace "#result">> <<if $HS.vol gt 5>> Dylan's eyes gaped, "Incredible. I think this actually might pass, thanks to you." He squeezed my hand, some tears in his eyes. I didn't realize this meant that much to him. "Dinner's on me." We went to a diner and spent the night laughing about the people we'd encountered and things we'd said and done. We munched on fries while sipping a milkshake and stayed even after the meal [[was crumbs|HS002 - AltarGirl2]].<<else>>Dylan nodded, "Great job." And began to move away with my clipboard, I reached out, grabbing for his, "We all win in the end, isn't that right?" Ugh. That was going to [[bother me|HS002 - AltarGirl2]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> seemed like a fish in a barrel. Better get to plying the <<link "Saturday Park Goers">> <<replace "#compch">> I rushed out to the park, standing by the great green expanse littered with people. <<nobr>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set $HS.vol ++>>It felt too easy in some ways, people perking up at my approach and wanting me to open my mouth, to chat them up. Their yeses came with a ready smile too.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 3>><<set $HS.vol ++>>You had to know the right approach, gauge your audience and not just jump-scare them. A comment about their kid, the bottle of wine, the book they were reading. Connecting with them got a pen to connect to paper.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2>><<set $HS.vol ++>>If you got over your own mind gremlins, it was pretty easy. The ask on the petition wasn't that big. Just some confidence and the fact that they were a captive audience? People signed.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0 && $CC.maleReaction gt 0>><<set $HS.vol ++>>I could taste the win. I //needed// to win. I wasn't about to tell Dylan how I got those last few signatures, and no one here would be able to spread rumors, so I remained the only one who knew that sure, I made out with some guys that asked for a kiss in exchange. They put down their John Hancock.<br><br><</if>> <</nobr>> <<link "How'd I do">><<replace "#result">> <<if $HS.vol gt 5>> Dylan's eyes gaped, "Incredible. I think this actually might pass, thanks to you." He squeezed my hand, some tears in his eyes. I didn't realize this meant that much to him. "Dinner's on me." We went to a diner and spent the night laughing about the people we'd encountered and things we'd said and done. We munched on fries while sipping a milkshake and stayed even after the meal [[was crumbs|HS002 - AltarGirl2]]. <<else>> Dylan nodded, "Great job." And began to move away with my clipboard, I reached out, grabbing for his, "We all win in the end, isn't that right?" Ugh. That was going to [[bother me|HS002 - AltarGirl2]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>? <</replace>><</link>>. </div> </div> <</replace>><</link>>. That's where all the people were on a nice day like today. </div><<nobr>> /* TODO format nobr */ /* IMAGE: Confessional */ <<set $HS.vol += 2>> <<set _penance = 0>> <</nobr>> The work was surprisingly mundane. I didn't expect the church to be maintained by all these spreadsheets, envelopes and phone calls. The juxtaposition of the cross on the wall overhanging the filing cabinet filled with tax forms, balance sheets, and grant documentation was odd to say the least. But those days and afternoons weren't entirely paper pushing. Just before three, Hull stood with a contented sigh and stretching of his lower back and moved to assume a piece of his vestments. There was always a wry little 'come on' wave of the hand and side-long glance. And then we were off to the confessional. I'd maintain order as he listened to the penitent. There wasn't some Black Friday sale clamor for the booth, but I did my duty, nodding the next person in as it became vacant. <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>>Hull mentioned to me every time that I could give just a //bit// more space between them, but I felt like I had. Hadn't I? I'd try better next time, but the same comment. Hmm.<<else>>I knew the perfect pace, giving Hull moments to collect himself and say a personal prayer after the last departure. He was always thankful.<</if>> Once the last confession was heard, the church sat empty for a moment as I prepared myself. It was my turn. It was also how Hull knew and expected his time in the box to come to a close. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>>There was one time when I tried to just skimp on my confession and knocked at his door. "That's it for today." He chuckled. "I think I hear one more..." I roiled a bit at the implication, "Not that you can forgive, but you can hear mine, if it makes you feel at ease, child."<</if>> <<nobr>>"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession...<br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>><<set _penance ++>>I fought with <<print $CC.MName>> again. She just knows how to get my hackles up.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 0>><<set _penance ++>>There were some clothes that I couldn't afford, but I needed -- everyone has them. I...may have borrowed them from the store.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 0>><<set _penance ++>>Petey sat beside me in Physics and I hadn't done my homework...so I copied off him so I wouldn't get a zero.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>><<set _penance ++>>I went on this date with...just some guy...and I dunno how it happened, but we were just talking one minute and then...<br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0>><<set _penance ++>>His Dad walked in and I lied to him about what I was doing.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0>><<set _penance ++>>Afterward, I may have felt powerful and important and I may have teased him despite knowing that we wouldn't be continuing.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>><<set _penance ++>>It was just sex...it's not //that// big of a deal.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>><<set _penance ++>>And I know, we should have been using protection...but it happened so fast.<br><br><</if>><</if>> ...This is all I can remember. I am sorry for these and all my sins."<</nobr>> Each truth wrenched from me simply by the silence across the grated, small window. But then they were out and there ''was'' release. I was assigned my penance, <<if _penance gt 7>>which always came with a heavy, disappointed sigh that surprised me -- Hull never made even that kind of comment -- I was to deny myself my phone, make dinner for my home, promise to reform and give myself to Him. I always asked forgiveness for these undone tasks each week...it was too much.<<elseif _penance gt 5>>which was to promise to reform, give myself to Him, and sacrifice my phone for the next week -- I came close most weeks, but it was always a sin to be mentioned<<elseif _penance gt 3>>which was a few prayers and the promise to reform<<else>>which was to sit in silence with him for a moment. He believed I was holding back, but I insisted. I'd always win Never Have I Ever<</if>>. I said the Act of Contrition, and then, amazingly without judgement, he slid the window open, "Time to make sure we have something to atone for next week, I think." We'd go get a hamburger. It was a fun 'bad' deed. I really enjoyed [[Reverend Hull|HS002 - Election]].<<nobr>> <<if $CC.activity == "read" && $CC.hsv == "read">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value += 2>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv.length is 0>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value += 2>> <</if>> <<set $HS.testScore ++>> Surprisingly, he was young -- he was taking classes at the community college. He was cute. And he did know his stuff. <<print $CC.MName>> giggled a bit at how quickly I nodded when they asked if I wanted to continue with the tutor after the first session. <<print $CC.DName>> uncomfortably exited the room. <br><br> And so it went. Harden and I met in the living room, in a nearby park, at the local library, back behind the school from time to time. He was very flexible, and I was a sponge. <br><br> I absorbed what I could while I //occasionally// drifted into daydreaming and reading into his mannerisms and behavior. Did he think I was cute? Was that wrong? Should I touch his hand? Did he just touch my hand? <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TutorTry]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> I was determined to know for ''certain''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky or excitable enough. <<path [[HS002 - TutorHU][$Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++]] $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> I got frustrated, so I managed to finagle the next session for my ''room''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough. <<path [[HS002 - TutorEnd][$HS.testScore ++]]>> The thoughts were fun, but I didn't push ''anything''. <</crossroads>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> The tension lessened. Maybe the novelty had worn off, or maybe the questions in (both?) of our heads were dispelled and that meant we fell into a much more typical rhythm and I definitely learned more now. <br><br><br> Our progress continued and then his own final season began gearing up. <<print $CC.MName>> sounded sad each time she relayed a tutoring session being rescheduled or cancelled. <br><br> She offered that I should invite the Boys over instead. I shrugged. <br><br><br> I saw Harden less and less, and my end of year was quickly [[approaching|HS002 - PromDress]], too. <</nobr>><<nobr>> Now, I wasn't going to //throw// myself at him. <br><br><br> I made certain that <<print $CC.MName>> and <<print $CC.DName>> were out of the house. I put on a touch of makeup, but otherwise exemplified my best attempt at 'cute casual'. <br><br> My heart was pounding. My throat was dry. I squeaked when I opened the door for him and led him inside. "Oh, my bag's in my room...that okay?" I off-handedly mentioned when he began <<linkexpand "moving towards the couch.">> moving towards the couch. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> "Uh, sure." He nodded and we silently headed back to my room. I dropped onto the bed and began digging in my bag, leaning forward to give as much of a show as possible. Just accidentally happening to be ass up, head down. <br><br><br> Did he gulp audibly? I don't know, but when I smirked up at him, books still not retrieved, the look on his face told me everything I needed to know. <br><br> I shifted to make room and patted the bed. I could see his consideration, and enough time passed that I almost felt offended. <br><br> Shifting back against him, our mouths met. Quickly, the dynamic changed from me against him <<linkexpand "to him against me.">> to him against me. <br><br><br> I don't remember us talking at all. I certainly didn't learn anything...about school. <br><br> That may have been my favorite [[session|HS002 - TutorEnd]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> "Okay, I can wait for ya." He nodded, not catching the hint. <br><br><br> My heart sank. <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> I charged down the hallway, fighting the heat rising in my cheeks and chest. I slammed the door open and dropped onto my bed, kicking my bag aside. I stared at the door, waiting for him to appear. He didn't. How. Dare. He. <<else>> I felt gut-punched and headed back to my room like the meekest of mice. The weight of my bag felt immense. Had I brought **every** book home with me? <</if>> <br><br> Harden was on his phone, infuriatingly unaware, or fully aware and that would have hurt even more. <br><br> I chose the chair across from him. I pulled on a loose sweatshirt and let him drone on. <br><br><br> I don't remember learning <<linkexpand "anything at all that day.">> anything at all that day. <br><br> When you swing and you miss, [[it hurts|HS002 - TutorEnd]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set _success = ($Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value - $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value)>> <<set _successNum = random(1,10)>> I brought an extra change of clothes, a bit more revealing and suggestive than my usual. As I made my way to //our// picnic table, my heart was in my throat. My hands were slick and no matter how many times I wiped them across my skirt, they were instantly moist again. <br><br> There he was, endearingly nose-down and preparing for our session. <br><br> "Hey, Harden." <<if _success gte _successNum>> He looked up and I couldn't help but laugh when his jaw dropped. While he was wordless, I sat next to him, rather than across in the usual fashion. <br><br> My bare thigh pressed slightly against his as I got settled and his eyes still were finding difficulty settling on something that wasn't a part of me. <br><br> "What're we covering today?" <br><br> "N...not much." I don't think he realized his double entendre. I leaned in closer, peering into his book rather than grabbing my own. <br><br> He didn't argue, and we stayed close like this. My body screamed at me each time I held new contact with him, or when his arm subtly slid around my waist. <br><br> Towards the end of our session, I couldn't resist and I looked up, eyes on his lips and he caught the cue. It was difficult to make out on a bench like this and the wood was certainly doing favors to my ass and thighs, but we didn't notice anymore. <br><br> And then, I had him drive me back home. 'Like always.' <br><br> <<else>> "Hey, <<print $CC.name>>, how was class?" his eyes barely lifting from the book. <br><br> "Got a perfect score on a pop quiz that //happened// to include what we covered last week..." I sat across from him, deciding to let the skirt work in my favor. <br><br> "That's awesome!" <br><br> "Yeah, right? Super stoked." I bounced a bit, letting my thighs spread a bit as I took a more casual seated position. Physics and my choices didn't seem to distract him. <br><br> "So I guess we could move on to Bio?" Was he making an age-old (and tired) implication? "Kreb's cycle still getting you down?" He wasn't. Shit. <br><br> We studied, I occasionally peacocked and flashed, but I really felt unattractive by the end of the session. <br><br> I made up some BS about heading to a friend's house and declined the usual ride back home. The walk was annoying, but gave me time to process. <br><br> <</if>> Welp. Now I [[knew|HS002 - TutorEnd]]. <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit nerd>> My bags were packed to the brim. My heart was in my throat. And we were on our way. <br><br> <div class="img framed"><img src="img/tc01.png"></div> <br> The line to grab our badges was never-ending. The AC blasted so hard and so constantly that even Andrew's nipples were perpetually hard. And the men, oh man, there were so many men. <br><br> I don't know if the proportion was making the attention so prevalent and constant, or if it was a law of large numbers kind of thing. In any event, I was super glad to have The Boys with me, a protective barrier of testosterone. <br><br> Badges in hand, the Boys started to make their way back to the rooms, "Let's get some practice in, team!" <br><br> I stopped dead in the corridor, giving <<print $CC.friend1>> a hard look, "Our roster's short to be a team. Can't PUG tomorrow." From the sidelong glances Andrew and Ethan gave me, I could tell they were thinking the same thing. <br><br> "With this many people around? Someone's bound to be down to clown!" He spread his arms wide, walking backwards, away from me. <br><br> He was resolved, the social skills of the crew weren't awe inspiring...but we did need a fifth. <<set _multiplePaths = $CC.maleAttention gt 0 && $HS.cosplay || $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 0>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TwitchAhri]] $CC.maleAttention gt 0 && $HS.cosplay>> Maybe Ahri needed to make an appearance before the open and see if she could charm a Fifth. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't doing cosplay and want male attention enough. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchSearch][$HS.twitchWin --]] $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 0>> I could ditch practice in the room and check out the Gaming Hall. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't social enough. <<path [[tomorrow|HS002 - TwitchEarly]] $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 0>> Knowing them, they'd just grab the first willing victim, so I needed to do the talking. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't confident enough. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchWin -=2; $HS.twitchFifth = "Loser"]]>> <<if _multiplePaths>>Otherwise, <</if>>I could just see who they came up with tomorrow for go-time. <</crossroads>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit nerd>> <<set $HS.twitchWin = $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value>> <<set $HS.twitchCosWin = $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> <<set $HS.cosplay = false>> <<if $CC.freetime == "home" && $CC.hsv == "home">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value += 2>> <</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "read" && $CC.hsv == "read">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value += 2>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> We bought our flights <<else>> We pleaded and promised our way into transportation <</if>> to the yearly capstone for streaming. <br><br> It was set. <br><br> We were going! <br><br> They were stoked, not just to be able to share the same air as those who had made the tier lists we followed, but also to potentially score some cred at the League Championship Series Open. <br><br> For some reason, though, they didn't seem as enamored with the cosplay aspect of the convention. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TwitchConvince][$HS.cosplay = true]] $CC.labelReaction gt 0>> There was the chance that we could all get our way. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't fit in with her Clique enough. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchConvince][$HS.twitchWin --]] $CC.labelReaction lt 0>> I honestly didn't give a shit about winning. I was there to have fun. <<blocked>> $CC.name fits in with her Clique too much. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchConvince][$HS.cosplay = true]] $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> I'd __show__ them exactly why they should join me in cosplay. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't doesn't want male attention enough. <<path [[HS002 - Twitch2][$HS.twitchWin += 2]]>> And they were right. I&nbsp;could have some accents, but I should focus on the competition. <</crossroads>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <div id = "AhriStart"> <<outfit underwear>> I grunted, rolling out of bed and unceremoniously punching the "Stop" on my alarm. I doubted the Boys heard it in the next room, since theirs wouldn't go off for an hour yet. <br><br> I woke myself up with a quick rinse-off and fought the urge to enjoy the hot steam for longer than a couple minutes. Hurriedly, I dried off and sat on the edge of the bed and began to pull on the costume that I had laid out meticulously the night before. <br><br> Glancing quickly in the mirror to fluff my hair over the headband for my ears and giving a quick lipstick stroke: one-two-three on each cheek, <<linkexpand "Ahri came together.">> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> Ahri came together. <br><br><br> "This better work." I mumbled to myself, mostly because of the ungodly <<link "hour">> <<replace "#AhriStart" t8n>> <<if $HS.costume == "Elder">> I tried to convince myself that I was wearing a miniskirt, because that was essentially what it was. And the top was essentially a bikini, right? The constant and industrial level of air-conditioning proved that I was underdressed though. And I tried to ignore the occasional patches of wet or crusty carpet underfoot as I made my way from the hotel through the skyway and into the convention hall. <br><br> It was early, and most people 'like me' tended to enjoy rolling up at the last minute. All the same, every eye was on me, few as they were. And I couldn't blame them, practically every inch of me was on display. Well. It was having the desired affect. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $HS.costume == "Academy">> I was thankful for the coverage. The bodice accentuated my proportions, but the closed collar and long sleeves protected me from the worst of the industrial AC. The stockings did similar work for my legs, while the pleated mini was certainly dangerously short, only a few inches remained bare. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $HS.costume == "Prestige">> The skirt was slitted, which allowed for a long stride and a fair amount of cover, while certainly giving a show of pretty much every inch of my gams. The bodice lifted and accentuated my chest and highlighted my ratio. And the boots added some extra height. <br><br> The jangle at my wrists attracted the few early-comers' eyes -- most people 'like me' tended to enjoy rolling up at the last minute. Nobody else was in full cosplay mode, so every eye was on me. I couldn't blame them, the outfit __rocked__. <br><br> <</if>> The attention varied from "Great costume!" to the slack-jawed drooling. I had to quickly evade a couple of people wanting pictures with me -- the compliment well taken, but I was on a mission. <br><br> The main hall was abuzz, even with hours to go. And I was __out__ __of__ __place__. It was jeans and graphic tees. It was unshaved and probably unwashed. <<if $HS.costume == "Elder" || $HS.costume == "Prestige">> Goosebumps covered my skin -- the AC here was on overdrive. <</if>> <<if $HS.costume == "Elder">> The uncarpeted floor was far less forgiving in temperature and hiding exactly what I was stepping through. <</if>> <br><br> But it did get me attention. I could feel the guys deciding how to approach, so I quickly glanced over the board and got a basic grip on teams and comps. <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TwitchFly][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++]]>> Approaching the alternate for ''FlyQuest'' would be bold AF. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchUn]]>> There were the ''Unaffiliated'', of course. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchApp][$CC.maleAttention ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value --]]>> Or, I could take ''confidence'' as an indicator of skill. <</crossroads>> <</replace>> <</link>>. <</linkexpand>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> A few moments later, there was a crumpling Beast can that announced his arrival. He looked out of an 'ad' for a video game. He towered over me and presented himself not quite in a direct approach -- as if I wasn't the aim of his attention. <br><br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> "Lost, kitten?" <br><br> I stuttered unconvincingly, "Uh, __no__." <br><br> He chuckled and grinned, leaning against the railing beside me. One of his molded triceps brushed against me. <<if $HS.costume == "Prestige">>"Well, you at least got your audience right."<</if>><<if $HS.costume == "Elder">>"You here to distract one of the teams? Who's paying you?"<</if>> <br><br> I stumbled over my words, "We need a fifth. I'm **competing** later." <br><br> <<if $HS.costume == "Academy">> "Oh! That explains the outfit. You're here to get schooled." <br><br> <<else>> "And so your teammates sent you to...attract one? Doesn't say much for your chances, kitten." <br><br> <</if>> <br><br><br> I was red. I had to be red. I was absolutely embarrassed. Tears began to well up in my eyes, threatening to smudge the 'whiskers', as I realized how demeaning the whole idea was. <br><br> "Whoah, whoah, whoah. No need for those," a broad thumb caught one from each of my eyes as I turned them upward towards him, surprisingly not ruining my eyeliner. "I'll be your fifth. How's that sound?" <br><br> I nodded quickly and took a step back, "T-thank you." <br><br> He smiled and waved, "See you later, kitten." <br><br> I darted out of there as fast as my legs would carry me. <<if $HS.costume == "Prestige">> My tits felt like they were about to bounce out of the bodice. <</if>> <<if $HS.costume == "Academy">> My skirt was certainly flipping up and removing any modesty I had left. <</if>> <<if $HS.costume == "Elder">> By the time I made it back to my room, the top had slid down my stomach despite my urgent tugging and I'm know every single person caught full-on view under my skirt of leaves. <</if>> <br><br> Fumbling with my keycard and wiping at my teary face, I plunged into my room and quickly stuffed the costume into the <<linkexpand "trashcan.">> trashcan. <br><br><br> <<outfit nerd>> Unceremonious and irretrievable. I took another shower. I didn't care how long the water ran for. <br><br> When I extricated myself from the bathroom, I had realized: "We had our fifth." So that was a win. <br><br><br> Rewarding myself for the victory, I plucked the ears as they hung from the rim. I got ready, tucked them into my hair and returned to the [[Open|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Stud"; $HS.cosplay = false]] as an accented version of myself. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> "Ya look a little lost." <br><br> I stuttered unconvincingly, "Uh, __no__." <br><br> He chuckled and grinned, leaning against the railing beside me. One of his molded triceps brushed against me. "Games haven't started yet. Nothing to spectate." <br><br> I stumbled over my words, "We need a fifth. I'm **competing** later." <br><br> He looked me over, curious. Then, smiled, pleased with himself, "Well, you should at least hold up a sign." <br><br> My cheeks flushed. What was I thinking, that someone could read my mind? "You play?" Was all I could manage. <br><br> "Inviting me to your squad?" I nodded, eyes turning upward hopefully, "Not really in a competing mood. Here's my number, though." He tugged my phone out of my back pocket without asking, gave a chin motion indicating for me to unlock it. Then put in his number, name listed as: Good Luck. <br><br> As he walked off, I was infuriated. I was embarrassed. I was at a loss. And, I noticed that now that he had picked me up, no one was giving me the time of day. <br><br><br> After a half hour or so, I left the hall to grab a coffee and return for the [[Open|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Loser"]]. Hopefully they would have turned someone up. <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* max twitchCosWin == 7 - but needs to be super attractive and choose right outfit */ <<set _CC = random(2,9)>> <<if $HS.cosplay>> <<if $HS.costume>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <<else>> <<outfit ahri>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $HS.twitchOpenLoss == true>> We shuffled out, dejected and releasing some anger by pushing through the bodies towards the cosplayers. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $CC.memories.includes("TwitchOpenWin")>> Adrenaline was pounding and we felt on top of the world. No one could stop us pushing our way through the masses towards the cosplayers. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $HS.cosplay == true>> There were some last minute fixes as we walked over, the past few hours had not been kind to what we had designed to wear __standing__. We pressed out the crumples and wrinkles that we could, but overall I was rather impressed with the care the Boys had taken with their costumes. They'd come quite a way from not wanting to dress up. <br><br><br> We slotted into line, arguing a bit about what our order should be and if the placement made sense given who our jungler was. Eventually I ended up in front, and I'm not sure if it made the most sense from a judging perspective, but probably from //their// perspectives behind me. Guys. <br><br> Video game concepts were strong, some threw back to movies like Legend -- the Tim Curry Darkness was killer -- some original cosplays and girls (and some guys) clearly just trying to look hot. <br><br><br> <<if $HS.twitchCosWin gte _CC>> <<set $CC.memories.push("TwitchCosWin")>> In the final three was a team of Incredibles, a Melina from Elden Ring that...took some liberties with the look, and... <br><br> One of the judges stood up, leaning over the desk and peering, eyes like focused lasers our way. You could feel every matted hair, every painted bit of skin got taught and tense. You could sense the pick-me energy. I know, 'cuz I had it. Then I felt a tug on my wrist and the suddenness had me stumbling forward. <<print $CC.friend1>> grinned broadly at me, tugging me again as I trailed the rest of the Boys. <br><br> As I passed the table, that judge slid out from behind it, whispering in my real ears, "Nice Ahri." His beefy arm nudged me further towards the Boys, but not without getting a bit of accidental action. <br><br> Then the selection. Getting this far was massive and super exciting, "You were right, you were right." The Boys were leaning in close to me, a protective little arc, but also keeping me front and center. <br><br> After a bit of back and forth, each walked away a winner with some superlative, but... <br><br> "League of Legends!" Came that handsy judge, waving me towards the table again, "Best Group Cosplay and Best of the Year" he announced again, but now my protection had shattered under the excitement and each of those words led to a bit more adventurous investigation of my...outfit. <br><br><br> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> It felt good. Not just the winning. <<else>> I tried to focus on the cash prize I was being handed as best I could. <</if>> <<else>> In the final three was a team of Incredibles, a Melina from Elden Ring that...took some liberties with the look, and a full on Hulkbuster from Infinity War. Dejected, we waited with the other costumed losers, awaiting final decision. <br><br> After a bit of back and forth, each walked away a winner with some superlative, but the overall was Melina. The purposeful flash of skin in her excitement was an extra gift to the mostly-male audience. So much for that idea... <</if>> <<else>> We settled alongside the hallway, crowds assembled on either side of a 'runway' where the competitors would walk down, showing off to the crowd and then judged. It was impressive! People had gone to great lengths and looked amazing. I poked <<print $CC.friend1>> in the side and gave a 'told ya' look. "Yeah, you def woulda looked hotter than most of them." I rolled my eyes and my poke turned to a punch. <br><br> Video game concepts were strong, some threw back to movies like Legend -- the Tim Curry Darkness was killer -- some original cosplays and girls (and some guys) clearly just trying to look hot. <br><br><br> <<if $HS.twitchCosWin gte _CC>> <<set $CC.memories.push("TwitchCosWin")>> In the final three was a team of Incredibles, a Melina from Elden Ring that...took some liberties with the look...and the judges began to argue. <br><br> One of the judges stood up, leaning over the desk and peering, eyes like focused lasers our way. The crowd got quiet and the general area began looking at each other. Then I felt a tug on my wrist and the suddenness had me stumbling forward. I looked back at the judge and he waved me forward. I felt very cold but slowly made my way over to him. <br><br> "Nice Ahri." He leaned in and smiled, his beefy arm giving me a nudge over to the final three. <br><br> "I mean, y-yeah but..." I looked back at him, deer in headlights. <br><br> "Shhh..." <br><br> "I didn't even enter--" <br><br> "...go on now." I shook my head, shrugging back at the Boys but they grinned broadly and waved me on. <br><br> I think I blacked out. But I do remember winning. //Winning// the "Best Hot Tub Cosplay" category. It meant a cool hundred cash, so I wasn't going to argue. <<else>> In the final three was a team of Incredibles, a Melina from Elden Ring that...took some liberties with the look, and a full on Hulkbuster from Infinity War. <br><br> After a bit of back and forth, each walked away a winner, but the overall was Melina. The purposeful flash of skin in her excitement was an extra gift to the mostly-male audience. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br><br> The rest of the convention was a blast, all of the competitiveness behind us, we had the opportunity to check out booths of our favorite streamers, get some merch, and eat some shitty con-food before [[heading back home|HS002 - PromDress]]. <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <div id = "convince"> I rolled over to <<print $CC.friend1>>'s garage like it was a typical Friday afternoon. They were miffed that I hadn't headed straight over with them after school, but they had no idea what was in store for them. <br><br> I rapped my hand against the door -- partially lifted as always, so they could see my chucks -- "Yeah, yeah. Yer late, you have to crawl under the gate. You know the rules, <<print $CC.name>>." It was Andrew, who still had scrapes on his knees from last week. <br><br> "I'm pretty sure you're going to want to open this goddamn thing up." A flick of some fluffy fur, waving two weighted white tails just below the edge of the door. There was silence. Clearly confusion. And then the machine groaned, notching up the door and giving a magnificent reveal to me, in my true form... <br><br><br> <<link "Ahri">> <<replace "#convince" t8n>> <<outfit ahri>> I hadn't decided which ''Ahri'' skin to emulate yet, but the basics of the outfit were there. The tails had taken forever and they were tugging down uncomfortably at the Spanx I had fastened them to under the bodice. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 2>> They were agog, and it was doing the trick. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> The cut-out skirt, askance on my hips, flashed upper thigh in such a way to hint that mayyybe they could see more. <</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> The bodice hid a demi-cup and lifted my chest in a way that accentuated the cleavage and accented their natural movements. <</if>> <br><br><br> "Holy fuck," was all Ethan could squeak. <br><br> "Let's have some real fun!" I stepped into the cool air of the garage, heading to the remote, "<<print $CC.friend1>> can be Vladimir," I reached down to press the button, the view from the front and the back both being emphasized simultaneously. "Andrew can be Zed," using my toes I kicked off my shoes, acting as nonchalant and "average Friday" as I could, padding over to them, "and Ethan, I know you like Caitlyn, but I'm not sure that's the look you're going for." It was a needed joke, the tension in the air and in their shorts was palpable. It redirected the energy while the door clanked closed. <br><br> "Uh. Y-yeah. So..." he tried to regain composure. <br><br> "Lucian?" He gulped and nodded. "I know you guys are worried about our fifth, but we can pug at the Con for certain." <br><br> "Now I am too." And they all laughed again. <br><br> "Maybe we can win twice in our first Con? What dya say?" It was nods all around, though their eyes were having difficulty while I was having difficulty finding a comfortable way <<linkexpand "to sit on the couch.">> to sit on the couch. <br><br><br> Maybe this outfit for the entire evening wasn't the best choice. But I had gotten what I wanted. <br><br> "Cool. It's not done yet, and I can help with yours...Not sure whether to go Prestige, Academy, or Spirit Blossom [[Ahri|HS002 - TwitchCos]]." <</linkexpand>> <<else>> They nodded and then Ethan gave a little head motion, indicating to join them and that my moment [[was done|HS002 - Twitch2]]. <</if>> <</replace>> <</link>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit nerd>> <<set $HS.costume = "">> <<set $HS.twitchWin -->> Entering the Open meant we bonded on their terms -- not gonna lie, I loved LoL. But the Cosplay contest as a team? We're bonding on something I enjoyed as well. And hell, we could win some cash. <br><br> There were more than a few requests over the weeks for me to 'remind them' of the outfit and I played it off as best I could. <br><br><br> <<image framed "hs.twitch-ahri-prestige.webp:Ahri Prestige by Pan Chengwei" "hs.twitch-ahri-elderwood.webp:Ahri Elderwood by Alvin Lee" "hs.twitch-ahri-academy.webp:Ahri Academy by Sixmorevodka Studio">> <br> They relented to simply suggesting their preferred skin -- and clearly more of it -- for my outfit: <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - Twitch2][$HS.costume = "Prestige"]]>> <<Doll body ahriPrestige ahriPrestige>> <<print $CC.friend1>> wanted Prestige <<path [[HS002 - Twitch2][$HS.twitchCosWin += 2; $HS.costume = "Elder"]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<Doll body ahriElder ahriElder>> Ethan wanted Elderwood -- the sweaty neckbeards like him would certainly like the look of that... <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky or easy enough. <<path [[HS002 - Twitch2][$HS.twitchCosWin ++; $HS.costume = "Academy"]]>> <<Doll body ahriAcademy ahriAcademy>> Andrew wanted Academy <<path [[HS002 - Twitch2][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++]]>> <<Doll body ahri ahri>> I thought O.G. Ahri was best Ahri. <</crossroads>> We started by searching online for all the reference images we could find. And the number of skins was both a blessing and a curse. And these guys weren't exactly the real-life models of their avatars. <br><br> The LoL sessions sometimes were entirely taken up with costume planning. Even a simple costume has lots of pieces, and there were four of us – we decided which parts to make, which parts to buy, and which parts to modify. Measuring up their waists and legs felt awkwardly intimate, but we got over it –- especially when the costumes came together, and we posed for a group photo for the first time. We looked pretty awesome! <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Gaming Hall */ I grunted, rolling out of bed and unceremoniously punching the "Stop" on my alarm. I doubted the Boys heard it in the next room, since theirs wouldn't go off for an hour yet. <br><br> I woke myself up with a quick rinse-off and fought the urge to enjoy the hot steam for longer than a couple minutes. Hurriedly, I dried off and sat on the edge of the bed and began to pull on the clothes I had set out last night. <br><br> It was early, and most people 'like me' tended to enjoy rolling up at the last minute. <br><br> Being a girl, and alone, I could feel the guys deciding how to approach, so I quickly glanced over the board and got a basic grip on teams and comps. <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TwitchFly][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++]]>> Approaching the alternate for ''FlyQuest'' would be bold AF. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchUn]]>> There were the ''Unaffiliated'', of course. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchApp][$CC.maleAttention ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value --]]>> Or, I could take ''confidence'' as an indicator of skill. <</crossroads>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* TODO format nobr */ /* TODO crossroads */ <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri") || visited("HS002 - TwitchEarly")>>FlyQuest were already ensconced in their chairs, running trainings and tactics right up to the start of the competition. No wonder they were so highly ranked. Standing behind them, was a guy much older, sipping a coffee and intent on the screens. At first, I thought he was a coach, until I had counted the group for the third time. He had to be their alternate. And it made sense, with a couple decades (and more than a few pounds) on any of the others, his twitch skills were probably deteriorating. But he still had that hunger in his eyes. <span id ="approach">There was the <<link "indirect">><<replace "#approach" t8n>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> I sidled up nearby, keeping my eyes on the FlyQuest monitors. Almost instinctively, I felt him respond, "Hey, hey. Private session..." he trailed off as my <<print $Body.eyes>> lifted to meet his, a look of confusion and unreproachability. <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri") || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> "Oh, I'm so sorry." I stepped away from the gaming chairs, but not away from him, and not quickly, gaining some distance on his teammates. "No, no, clearly you aren't some...spy," he chuckled, his weight shifting away from the rest of FlyQuest as well. "I could be! I main Ahri." <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>>"I can see that. Clearly a fit for you." I modeled for him, slightly, and he took advantage of the opportunity to let his eyes roam, "<<print $CC.name>>" I extended my hand and his, much grubbier, clenched it straight away. "Vic" "So you don't get to play today?" "Alternate. If one of them is sick, or..." "They don't look sick." "No." His eyes had not left my outfit. "You ever get to compete? Have a shot, ya know?" My hand dropped to my hip, slightly shifting the skirt down. "Not really..." "You think they'd miss you? We're looking for a fifth and we're signed up for the Open." "And get fired?" "And get to play." I extended my hand, touching his wrist lightly, "Look, I get it. How about you come back with me and meet the guys and...decide then?" I stepped backward, slight pressure on his wrist as a subtle suggestion to come with. He [[did|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Vic"]]. <<else>> "Really? Well, I guess you are suited to the charm." "Vic," he extended his grubbier hand to clasp mine. "<<print $CC.name>>. So, Vic, you don't get to play today?" "Alternate. If one of them is sick, or..." "They don't look sick." "No." His eyes were darting surreptitiously as we chatted. "You ever get to compete? Have a shot, ya know?" I played it off, letting him check me out. "Not really..." "You think they'd miss you? We're looking for a fifth and we're signed up for the Open." "And get fired?" "And get to play." I extended my hand, touching his wrist lightly, "Look, I get it. How about you come back with me and meet the guys and...decide then?" I stepped backward, slight pressure on his wrist as a subtle suggestion to come with. He [[did|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Vic"]]. <</if>> <<else>> "Oh, I'm so sorry." I stepped away from the gaming chairs, but not away from him, and not quickly, gaining some distance on his teammates. He gave me an odd look and I couldn't quite gauge what was going on in his head, but he was turning back around. "Sorry again, excuse me..." I lightly touched his lower back. He jerked back instinctively. "Look, girlie..." his hand pushed mine aside. His face was firm. "You get to play today?" "I don't get where you think you get off--" "We're looking for a fifth--" "Ha. Well I have my team, and a job that I'd like to keep. Now scoot." I spun, defeated -- <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> where did __he__ think he got off, treating me that way!<<else>>my boldness punished instead of rewarded --<</if>> and returned to my room to wait out the painful time until we played with [[whoever they managed|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Loser"]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> or the <<link "direct">><<replace "#approach" t8n>><<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri") || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 2>>"Vic, right?" I had pulled his name from the board, and he met my gaze as I stood beside him, squared up and serving my most confident self, "I've watched your streams." He grinned. I don't think he was used to being approached by anyone who looked like me. <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> I stepped off to the side, giving him a look over one shoulder, "Don't worry. We'll be back soon enough," giving my best Ahri impression. His post was vacant almost instantaneously, his eyes on my form moving away from him. Once out of earshot, "<<print $CC.name>>, and I don't think it's fair you're stuck watching." "Me either. But if I were playing, I wouldn't get to talk to you. How much work you put into all this?" he motioned at the outfit. "Probably as much as you've put into League." He chuckled. "I'm short one for our team, we're playing in the Open--" "Whoah, whoah, whoah, you poaching?" "There you are! Come to see new sights with me?" my grin sparkled. "You're good. You play that well?" he pondered, looking back at the bank of gaming chairs, "You gonna wear that the whole time?" "We got a deal?" I shifted, urging him to follow back out of the hall, "Come on, meet the guys." "We're keeping this on the DL, hear me, <<print $CC.name>>?" We had our [[fifth|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Vic"]]! <<else>> I stepped off to the side, giving him a look over one shoulder. He shifted, considering. I flashed a smile. His post was vacant. Once out of earshot, "<<print $CC.name>>, and I don't think it's fair with your talent, you have to watch." "Me either. But if I were playing, I wouldn't get to talk to you." His grin was broader, but I could tell there was a cloud of doubt in his head as he considered our age disparity. "Well, I'll do you one better. I'm short one for our team, and we're playing in the Open--" "Whoah, whoah, whoah, you're **poaching**?" "It's a __crime__ you don't get a seat." "Is there a hidden camera? Are you trying to get me...fired?" He had considered a different word there. "No one will know. No cap." I <<if $CC.freetime !== "church">>mock<</if>> genuflected and leaned in, "You get swapped in if they're sick...what if you're 'sick'?" I bit my lower lip, <<print $Body.eyes>> pulling as good a puppy dog as I could manage. I let the beat settle for just long enough, then: "I'll be over there, we can go back to the hotel and I can introduce you to the guys." He sighed, returning to FlyQuest as I took up position by the exit of the hall. I saw him talking to them, putting on some kind of act, but they were too rapt in their training. His eyes were flicking towards me, making sure I was still there. I smiled. Soon we were headed back. We had our [[fifth|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Vic"]]! <</if>> <<else>> "Vic, right?" I had pulled his name from the board, and he met my gaze as I stood beside him, squared up and serving my most confident self, "I've watched your streams." "You're not my usual demo." He shifted back, gaining some air between himself and the rest of the team -- probably as a safety precaution. "I can't believe they won't let you rotate in." "Not as quick as I used to be." "As if! I've seen you destroy other squads just through your own lane, PUG or not." He grinned broadly and took me in, then glanced back at the screens. The conversation continued like that, gaining purchase with a look or a smile when I stroked his ego, but fangirling wasn't working. Eventually, I noticed the Boys had shown up and I hadn't even asked him. There never seemed to be an opportunity. Too late now, [[game time|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Loser"]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> approach. <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>>A hand brushed underneath my skirt boldly, my focus leaving me defenseless and I wasn't able to catch the perp. But it did insist I act now.<</if>></span> <<else>> I pushed through the crowd, trying to spy the green Q and leaf symbology. They didn't seem to be camping any of the competitive banks of computers, so they weren't training. They weren't at any of the meet and greet tables. Man, where were they? At least moving through the crowd seemed to save me from unwanted attention. I wasn't about to just go asking around in the manic environment -- a simple question to these types could open me up for a diatribe of condescension. Maybe they weren't even in the Hall. Maybe I was reaching too high for a top, US team that happened to have an alternate. And then I was <<shake 2s>>dropped<</shake>>, ass-first to the floor, as I came face-to-face with the exactly what I was looking for. "Shit!" I hit hard. His size and stature just treated me like a china shop. My <<print $Body.eyes>> lifted, taking in not just a member of FlyQuest, but **the** alternate, Vic. I don't know if it was my 'thank god' smile, that he felt bad, or what I looked like, but his countenance went from pissed at me being in his way to, "Oh shit. I'm sorry!" "It's okay, Vic!" I dusted myself off, and with a yank from him, I was back on my feet. He was incredulous, "Sorry, I was literally looking for you." More incredulous, "I'm sorry. I don't...know you?" I laughed and shook my head, "You're heading this way?" He nodded and I walked with him, no longer in his way, "I'm <<print $CC.name>>." "Well, uh, nice to meetcha. You were looking for **me**?" "You found me --" "Yeah, sorry 'bout that. I was a little...pissed. And I get it, they've got like a decade or so on me, and I __am__ the alternate, but the field is weak. Couldn't they afford to let me actually jungle once in a while?" "Oh shit, I'm sorry." "Yeah, yeah, well might as well quit. What's the point in just waiting around 'til I truly age out?" "Or...join another team." I smiled brightly up at him. He stopped and we stood at the exit of the Hall. He took me in. I gave a shrug, my hands lifted slightly. "That's why you were looking for me." I nodded. "For __me__?" I nodded. "I'm hungry. Let's talk about it over dinner?" I **nodded**. "Do you...watch FlyQuest streams or something?" "Uh, Honestly? No." He laughed. We went out and ate and I got us our [[fifth|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Vic"]]<</if>><<nobr>> With a shake of my head, I turned, heading to the gaming hall, ignoring their surprised calls and comments. This was clearly on me. <br><br> The Hall was absolutely buzzing. Every team was logging hours before dinner, and probably would be returning afterward, to eke out whatever edge they could manage. <br><br> I shouldered my way through the mass of bodies, some glassy-eyed at monitors, others waiting in line for a spot in a chair. And the reaction to my rare female energy was a a mix of opposites: there were certainly some hands far more adventurous than they should have been -- taking advantage of the confusion of the crowd; while the rest gave me a wide berth. <br><br> Peeking over heads, I looked across the board listing tomorrow's schedule and competitors. Then a goosing from behind and yet another getting away scott-free, I knew I needed to choose and quick. <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TwitchFly][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++]]>> Approaching the alternate for ''FlyQuest'' would be bold AF. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchUn]]>> There were the ''Unaffiliated'', of course. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchApp][$CC.maleAttention ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value --]]>> Or, I could take ''confidence'' as an indicator of skill. <</crossroads>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* TODO: format nobr */ <<if $HS.cosplay == true && visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <<set $HS.twitchWin ++>> There was something empowering -- and honestly, super fun -- walking to our bank of computers all dressed as our characters. It certainly would have been cooler if it had been all five, but we four were a statement. The impression we made was palpable, dressed as our mains. And we looked **good**. <br><br> <</if>> <</nobr>><<if $HS.twitchFifth == "Vic">><<set $HS.twitchWin += 7>><span id = "open"> The Boys were floored with me bringing back Vic. They were practically slobbering and even Andrew, who was our resident doomsayer, suddenly became a believer. We quickly hashed out our plans and strategies with Vic leading the discussion, and were as prepped as we were ever going to be as <<link "the Open began">><<replace "#open" t8n>><<if $HS.cosplay == true && visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> I had not designed my outfit for these chairs. My butt was edged forward, since I had to make room for them between me and the back of the chair. My back was aching at the end of it all due to lack of support. But I looked damn good until the awkwardness of seating was involved. <<if $HS.costume == "Prestige">> When I get nervous, I feel cold. Palms sweaty, the whole song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. I was practically shivering, goosebumps on goosebumps, rubbing my moist palms on my bare thighs and arms between matches to try and warm up a bit, which was giving a jiggling show to absolutely every onlooker, but it was either care about winning or care about decency. The crowd was pleased. After a couple rounds, either I got used to the sensation, or was too focused on the competition to care anymore. In the back of my mind from time to time I noticed that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair, the miniskirt fully displaying my legs and framing between them, my knees adding lift and pressure to my bodice. I couldn't get distracted by the occasional video or picture, though. <<elseif $HS.costume == "Academy">> When I get nervous, I feel cold. Palms sweaty, the whole song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. Once again, I was thankful for my choice of Ahri, protecting me from the worst of the elements and not exacerbating the extra cool clime. After a couple of rounds though, I noticed in the back of my mind that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair. Knee-high socks clinging to my legs on full display and skirt probably occasionally flashing extra peeks to the crowd. I couldn't get distracted, though. <<elseif $HS.costume == "Elder">> When I get nervous, I feel cold. Palms sweaty, the whole song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. I was practically shivering, goosebumps on goosebumps, rubbing my moist palms on my bare thighs, stomach, and arms between matches to try and warm up a bit, which was giving a jiggling show to absolutely every onlooker, but it was either care about winning or care about decency. The crowd was pleased. After a couple rounds, either I got used to the sensation, or was too focused on the competition to care anymore. In the back of my mind from time to time I noticed that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair, bare toes curled around the front lip. The 'skirt' of leaves essentially underwear, fully displaying my legs <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> and the surprise of my pussy<<else>>and my underwear clutching<</if>> between them, my knees pushing up and against my barely contained tits. From a lot of angles, I'm sure I looked practically naked. I couldn't get distracted by the occasional video or picture, though. <<else>> When I get nervous, I feel cold. Palms sweaty, the whole song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. After a couple of rounds, I noticed in the back of my mind that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose in my chair. Habits die hard, but I was focused on the enemy base. <</if>><</if>> <<if $HS.twitchWin gt 10>><<set $CC.memories.push("TwitchOpenWin")>> The first couple rounds felt pretty typical to our weekly PUGs, and we won. Honestly, we were crushing, vibing like we only managed on rare occasions. It was only about midway through that I began to realize -- especially with the looks that <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> was giving me -- that we were doing far beyond expectations. And those looks told me what I kinda always knew to be true: my Ahri really was the strength of the team. Then we beat the first truly competitive team: "No one will stand in my way!" I called out, in my best impression, and received laughs and applause. Another comp team fell to us and I knew the reason, not just me, but <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>. My heart was pounding in my chest. The Boys were leaned forward in their chairs. Were any of us blinking? My eyes hurt. The end of the field was ''tough''. The way they chewed through Ethan's lane was uncanny. I really began to see where we needed to improve. And then the final game ended. We held our breath, watching the shifting leaderboard on the wall. We hadn't won, but we had placed. In. The. Money. Each of us would walk with five hundred dollars. Crazy. We <<shake>>screamed<</shake>>! We clutched at each other, tears were welling in my dry eyes. We hugged and hugged. In the moment, I suddenly was kissing <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>, our tongue contact broken in the shock as <<print $CC.friend1>> nudged me with a gentle, "Uh, <<print $CC.name>>?" I was red faced. I couldn't look at anyone. Pulling up the tail of the group <<if $HS.cosplay == true>>, literally and figuratively,<</if>> we got in line for our winnings. I didn't say a word as <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> tried to say goodbye to me. After he left was when I noticed that the hall was strangely empty. At first, I thought it was that the spectacle of the Open was over and many of those in the hall weren't happy with the result. But, then I realized the sudden and mass exodus wasn't just for the Open players -- the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <<elseif $HS.twitchWin > 5 && $HS.twitchWin < 10>> The first couple rounds felt pretty typical to our weekly PUGs, and we won. It was only about midway through that I began to realize -- especially with the looks that <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> was giving me -- that we were doing far beyond expectations. And those looks told me what I kinda always knew to be true: my Ahri really was the strength of the team. Then we beat the first truly competitive team: "No one will stand in my way!" I called out, in my best impression, and received laughs and applause. I shook my head in disbelief. I checked in with the Boys and they were agog as well. We had actually crested a couple of the **real** competitive teams in the final standings. Not in the money, not qualifying, but certainly an spoiler. We jumped and hugged. High-fived. High-fived again. And I gave an extra squeeze to <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> and then said goodbye with some reddened cheeks as I noticed the way my __actual__ teammates were looking at me. He waved and headed off, thanking us for including him and 'killing it'. And then I noticed the hall was suddenly very different. Very empty. At first, I thought it was that the spectacle of the Open was over and many of those in the hall weren't happy with the result. But, then I realized the sudden and mass exodus wasn't just for the Open players -- the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <<else>> <<set $HS.twitchOpenLoss = true>> I don't know what result I really expected, but it shouldn't have surprised me as the losses mounted and I had to talk Andrew off the cliff of withdrawing. We ended up below the competitive teams and mid-pack amongst the rest of the competition. We slid out of our chairs, barely able to maintain eye contact with each other, and especially to <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>. And then I noticed the hall was suddenly very different. Very empty. At first, I thought it was that the spectacle was over and we weren't the ony ones in the hall unhappy with the result. But, then I realized the sudden and mass exodus wasn't just for the Open players -- the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <</if>><</replace>><</link>>.</span><</if>> <<if $HS.twitchFifth == "Loser">><<set $HS.twitchWin -= 2>><span id = "open"> Ryan Gary -- why it was a full name, and always a full name -- was not the most inspired of choices. His account W/L was pathetic, but I think the Boys felt comfortable with him because they were all superior. And so, that's who we had to rely on as <<link "the Open began">><<replace "#open" t8n>><<if $HS.cosplay == true && visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> I had not designed my outfit for these chairs. My butt was edged forward, since I had to make room for them between me and the back of the chair. My back was aching at the end of it all due to lack of support. But I looked damn good until the awkwardness of seating was involved. <<if $HS.costume == "Prestige">> When I get nervous, I feel cold. Palms sweaty, the whole 8 Mile song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. I was practically shivering, goosebumps on goosebumps, rubbing my moist palms on my bare thighs and arms between matches to try and warm up a bit, which was giving a jiggling show to absolutely every onlooker, but it was either care about winning or care about decency. The crowd was pleased. After a couple rounds, either I got used to the sensation, or was too focused on the competition to care anymore. In the back of my mind from time to time I noticed that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair, the miniskirt fully displaying my legs and framing between them, my knees adding lift and pressure to my bodice. I couldn't get distracted by the occasional video or picture, though. <<elseif $HS.costume == "Academy">> When I get nervous, I feel cold. Palms sweaty, the whole 8 Mile song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. Once again, I was thankful for my choice of Ahri, protecting me from the worst of the elements and not exacerbating the extra cool clime. After a couple of rounds though, I noticed in the back of my mind that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair. Knee-high socks clinging to my legs on full display and skirt probably occasionally flashing extra peeks to the crowd. I couldn't get distracted, though. <<elseif $HS.costume == "Elder">> When I get nervous, I feel cold. Palms sweaty, the whole 8 Mile song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. I was practically shivering, goosebumps on goosebumps, rubbing my moist palms on my bare thighs, stomach, and arms between matches to try and warm up a bit, which was giving a jiggling show to absolutely every onlooker, but it was either care about winning or care about decency. The crowd was pleased. After a couple rounds, either I got used to the sensation, or was too focused on the competition to care anymore. In the back of my mind from time to time I noticed that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair, bare toes curled around the front lip. The 'skirt' of leaves essentially underwear, fully displaying my legs <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> and the surprise of my pussy<<else>>and my underwear clutching<</if>> between them, my knees pushing up and against my barely contained tits. From a lot of angles, I'm sure I looked practically naked. I couldn't get distracted by the occasional video or picture, though. <</if>><</if>> When I get nervous, I feel cold. Palms sweaty, the whole 8 Mile song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. After a couple of rounds, I noticed in the back of my mind that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose in my chair. Habits die hard, but I was focused on the enemy base. <<if $HS.twitchWin gt 10>><<set $CC.memories.push("TwitchOpenWin")>> The first couple rounds felt pretty typical to our weekly PUGs, and we won. Honestly, we were crushing, vibing like we only managed on rare occasions. It was only about midway through that I began to realize -- especially with the looks that <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> was giving me -- that we were doing far beyond expectations. And those looks told me what I kinda always knew to be true: my Ahri really was the strength of the team. Then we beat the first truly competitive team: "No one will stand in my way!" I called out, in my best impression, and received laughs and applause. Another comp team fell to us and I knew the reason, not just me, but <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>. My heart was pounding in my chest. The Boys were leaned forward in their chairs. Were any of us blinking? My eyes hurt. The end of the field was **tough**. The way they chewed through Ethan's lane was uncanny. I really began to see where we needed to improve. And then the final game ended. We held our breath, watching the shifting leaderboard on the wall. We hadn't won, but we had placed. In. The. Money. Each of us would walk with five hundred dollars. Crazy. We <<shake 1s>>screamed<</shake>>! We clutched at each other, tears were welling in my dry eyes. We hugged and hugged. In the moment, I suddenly was kissing <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>, our tongue contact broken in the shock as <<print $CC.friend1>> nudged me with a gentle, "Uh, <<print $CC.name>>?" I was red faced. I couldn't look at anyone. Pulling up the tail of the group <<if $HS.cosplay == true>>, literally and figuratively,<</if>> we got in line for our winnings. I didn't say a word as <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> tried to say goodbye to me. After he left was when I noticed that the hall was strangely empty. At first, I thought it was that the spectacle of the Open was over and many of those in the hall weren't happy with the result. But, then I realized the sudden and mass exodus wasn't just for the Open players -- the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <<elseif $HS.twitchWin gt 5 && $HS.twitchWin lte 10>> The first couple rounds felt pretty typical to our weekly PUGs, and we won. It was only about midway through that I began to realize -- especially with the looks that <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> was giving me -- that we were doing far beyond expectations. And those looks told me what I kinda always knew to be true: my Ahri really was the strength of the team. Then we beat the first truly competitive team: "No one will stand in my way!" I called out, in my best impression, and received laughs and applause. I shook my head in disbelief. I checked in with the Boys and they were agog as well. We had actually crested a couple of the **real** competitive teams in the final standings. Not in the money, not qualifying, but certainly an spoiler. We jumped and hugged. High-fived. High-fived again. And I gave an extra squeeze to <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> and then said goodbye with some reddened cheeks as I noticed the way my __actual__ teammates were looking at me. He waved and headed off, thanking us for including him and 'killing it'. And then I noticed the hall was suddenly very different. Very empty. At first, I thought it was that the spectacle of the Open was over and many of those in the hall weren't happy with the result. But, then I realized the sudden and mass exodus wasn't just for the Open players -- the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <<else>><<set $HS.twitchOpenLoss = true>> I don't know what result I really expected, but it shouldn't have surprised me as the losses mounted and I had to talk Andrew off the cliff of withdrawing. We ended up below the competitive teams and mid-pack amongst the rest of the competition. We slid out of our chairs, barely able to maintain eye contact with each other, and especially to <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>. And then I noticed the hall was suddenly very different. Very empty. At first, I thought it was that the spectacle was over and we weren't the ony ones in the hall unhappy with the result. But, then I realized the sudden and mass exodus wasn't just for the Open players -- the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <</if>><</replace>><</link>>.</span><</if>> <<if $HS.twitchFifth == "Stud">><<set $HS.twitchWin -->><span id = "open"> When we returned to the hall, Chuck -- learned his name eventually -- actually held up his end of the bargain, grinning when he saw me and moving towards me and the Boys. They, on the other hand, were not too pleased when they saw him. They got quiet and <<link "the competition felt perfunctory">><<replace "#open" t8n>><<if $HS.cosplay == true && visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> I had not designed my outfit for these chairs. My butt was edged forward, since I had to make room for them between me and the back of the chair. My back was aching at the end of it all due to lack of support. But I looked damn good until the awkwardness of seating was involved. <<if $HS.costume == "Prestige">> When I get nervous, I feel cold. Palms sweaty, the whole song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. I was practically shivering, goosebumps on goosebumps, rubbing my moist palms on my bare thighs and arms between matches to try and warm up a bit, which was giving a jiggling show to absolutely every onlooker, but it was either care about winning or care about decency. The crowd was pleased. After a couple rounds, either I got used to the sensation, or was too focused on the competition to care anymore. In the back of my mind from time to time I noticed that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair, the miniskirt fully displaying my legs and framing between them, my knees adding lift and pressure to my bodice. I couldn't get distracted by the occasional video or picture, though. <<elseif $HS.costume == "Academy">> When I get nervous, I feel cold. Palms sweaty, the whole song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. Once again, I was thankful for my choice of Ahri, protecting me from the worst of the elements and not exacerbating the extra cool clime. After a couple of rounds though, I noticed in the back of my mind that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair. Knee-high socks clinging to my legs on full display and skirt probably occasionally flashing extra peeks to the crowd. I couldn't get distracted, though. <<elseif $HS.costume == "Elder">> When I get nervous, I feel cold. Palms sweaty, the whole song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. I was practically shivering, goosebumps on goosebumps, rubbing my moist palms on my bare thighs, stomach, and arms between matches to try and warm up a bit, which was giving a jiggling show to absolutely every onlooker, but it was either care about winning or care about decency. The crowd was pleased. After a couple rounds, either I got used to the sensation, or was too focused on the competition to care anymore. In the back of my mind from time to time I noticed that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair, bare toes curled around the front lip. The 'skirt' of leaves essentially underwear, fully displaying my legs <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> and the surprise of my pussy<<else>>and my underwear clutching<</if>> between them, my knees pushing up and against my barely contained tits. From a lot of angles, I'm sure I looked practically naked. I couldn't get distracted by the occasional video or picture, though. <</if>><</if>> When I get nervous, I feel cold. Palms sweaty, the whole song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. After a couple of rounds, I noticed in the back of my mind that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose in my chair. Habits die hard, but I was focused on the enemy base. <<if $HS.twitchWin gt 10>><<set $CC.memories.push("TwitchOpenWin")>> The first couple rounds felt pretty typical to our weekly PUGs, and we won. Honestly, we were crushing, vibing like we only managed on rare occasions. It was only about midway through that I began to realize -- especially with the looks that <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> was giving me -- that we were doing far beyond expectations. And those looks told me what I kinda always knew to be true: my Ahri really was the strength of the team. Then we beat the first truly competitive team: "No one will stand in my way!" I called out, in my best impression, and received laughs and applause. Another comp team fell to us and I knew the reason, not just me, but <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>. My heart was pounding in my chest. The Boys were leaned forward in their chairs. Were any of us blinking? My eyes hurt. The end of the field was **tough**. The way they chewed through Ethan's lane was uncanny. I really began to see where we needed to improve. And then the final game ended. We held our breath, watching the shifting leaderboard on the wall. We hadn't won, but we had placed. In. The. Money. Each of us would walk with five hundred dollars. Crazy. We <<shake>>screamed<</shake>>! We clutched at each other, tears were welling in my dry eyes. We hugged and hugged. In the moment, I suddenly was kissing <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>, our tongue contact broken in the shock as <<print $CC.friend1>> nudged me with a gentle, "Uh, <<print $CC.name>>?" I was red faced. I couldn't look at anyone. Pulling up the tail of the group <<if $HS.cosplay == true>>, literally and figuratively,<</if>> we got in line for our winnings. I didn't say a word as <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> tried to say goodbye to me. After he left was when I noticed that the hall was strangely empty. At first, I thought it was that the spectacle of the Open was over and many of those in the hall weren't happy with the result. But, then I realized the sudden and mass exodus wasn't just for the Open players -- the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <<elseif $HS.twitchWin gt 5 && $HS.twitchWin lte 10>> The first couple rounds felt pretty typical to our weekly PUGs, and we won. It was only about midway through that I began to realize -- especially with the looks that <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> was giving me -- that we were doing far beyond expectations. And those looks told me what I kinda always knew to be true: my Ahri really was the strength of the team. Then we beat the first truly competitive team: "No one will stand in my way!" I called out, in my best impression, and received laughs and applause. I shook my head in disbelief. I checked in with the Boys and they were agog as well. We had actually crested a couple of the **real** competitive teams in the final standings. Not in the money, not qualifying, but certainly an spoiler. We jumped and hugged. High-fived. High-fived again. And I gave an extra squeeze to <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> and then said goodbye with some reddened cheeks as I noticed the way my __actual__ teammates were looking at me. He waved and headed off, thanking us for including him and 'killing it'. And then I noticed the hall was suddenly very different. Very empty. At first, I thought it was that the spectacle of the Open was over and many of those in the hall weren't happy with the result. But, then I realized the sudden and mass exodus wasn't just for the Open players -- the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <<else>><<set $HS.twitchOpenLoss = true>> I don't know what result I really expected, but it shouldn't have surprised me as the losses mounted and I had to talk Andrew off the cliff of withdrawing. We ended up below the competitive teams and mid-pack amongst the rest of the competition. We slid out of our chairs, barely able to maintain eye contact with each other, and especially to <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>. And then I noticed the hall was suddenly very different. Very empty. At first, I thought it was that the spectacle was over and we weren't the ony ones in the hall unhappy with the result. But, then I realized the sudden and mass exodus wasn't just for the Open players -- the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>.</span><</if>> <<if $HS.twitchFifth == "Elijah">><<set $HS.twitchWin += $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value>><span id = "open"> Elijah fell into the fold easily, despite being younger than us. There was a bit of friction with adolescent male pride, but once the competition began, <<link "everyone was on the same page">><<replace "#open" t8n>><<if $HS.cosplay == true && visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> I had not designed my outfit for these chairs. My butt was edged forward, since I had to make room for them between me and the back of the chair. My back was aching at the end of it all due to lack of support. But I looked damn good until the awkwardness of seating was involved. <<if $HS.costume == "Prestige">> When I get nervous, I feel cold. Palms sweaty, the whole song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. I was practically shivering, goosebumps on goosebumps, rubbing my moist palms on my bare thighs and arms between matches to try and warm up a bit, which was giving a jiggling show to absolutely every onlooker, but it was either care about winning or care about decency. The crowd was pleased. After a couple rounds, either I got used to the sensation, or was too focused on the competition to care anymore. In the back of my mind from time to time I noticed that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair, the miniskirt fully displaying my legs and framing between them, my knees adding lift and pressure to my bodice. I couldn't get distracted by the occasional video or picture, though. <<elseif $HS.costume == "Academy">> When I get nervous, I feel cold. Palms sweaty, the whole song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. Once again, I was thankful for my choice of Ahri, protecting me from the worst of the elements and not exacerbating the extra cool clime. After a couple of rounds though, I noticed in the back of my mind that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair. Knee-high socks clinging to my legs on full display and skirt probably occasionally flashing extra peeks to the crowd. I couldn't get distracted, though. <<elseif $HS.costume == "Elder">> When I get nervous, I feel cold. Palms sweaty, the whole song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. I was practically shivering, goosebumps on goosebumps, rubbing my moist palms on my bare thighs, stomach, and arms between matches to try and warm up a bit, which was giving a jiggling show to absolutely every onlooker, but it was either care about winning or care about decency. The crowd was pleased. After a couple rounds, either I got used to the sensation, or was too focused on the competition to care anymore. In the back of my mind from time to time I noticed that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair, bare toes curled around the front lip. The 'skirt' of leaves essentially underwear, fully displaying my legs <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>and the surprise of my pussy<<else>>and my underwear clutching<</if>> between them, my knees pushing up and against my barely contained tits. From a lot of angles, I'm sure I looked practically naked. I couldn't get distracted by the occasional video or picture, though. <</if>><</if>> When I get nervous, I feel cold. Palms sweaty, the whole song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. After a couple of rounds, I noticed in the back of my mind that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose in my chair. Habits die hard, but I was focused on the enemy base. <<if $HS.twitchWin gt 10>><<set $CC.memories.push("TwitchOpenWin")>> The first couple rounds felt pretty typical to our weekly PUGs, and we won. Honestly, we were crushing, vibing like we only managed on rare occasions. It was only about midway through that I began to realize -- especially with the looks that <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> was giving me -- that we were doing far beyond expectations. And those looks told me what I kinda always knew to be true: my Ahri really was the strength of the team. Then we beat the first truly competitive team: "No one will stand in my way!" I called out, in my best impression, and received laughs and applause. Another comp team fell to us and I knew the reason, not just me, but <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>. My heart was pounding in my chest. The Boys were leaned forward in their chairs. Were any of us blinking? My eyes hurt. The end of the field was **tough**. The way they chewed through Ethan's lane was uncanny. I really began to see where we needed to improve. And then the final game ended. We held our breath, watching the shifting leaderboard on the wall. We hadn't won, but we had placed. In. The. Money. Each of us would walk with five hundred dollars. Crazy. We <<shake>>screamed<</shake>>! We clutched at each other, tears were welling in my dry eyes. We hugged and hugged. In the moment, I suddenly was kissing <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>, our tongue contact broken in the shock as <<print $CC.friend1>> nudged me with a gentle, "Uh, <<print $CC.name>>?" I was red faced. I couldn't look at anyone. Pulling up the tail of the group <<if $HS.cosplay == true>>, literally and figuratively,<</if>> we got in line for our winnings. I didn't say a word as <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> tried to say goodbye to me. After he left was when I noticed that the hall was strangely empty. At first, I thought it was that the spectacle of the Open was over and many of those in the hall weren't happy with the result. But, then I realized the sudden and mass exodus wasn't just for the Open players -- the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <<elseif $HS.twitchWin gt 5 && $HS.twitchWin lte 10>> The first couple rounds felt pretty typical to our weekly PUGs, and we won. It was only about midway through that I began to realize -- especially with the looks that <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> was giving me -- that we were doing far beyond expectations. And those looks told me what I kinda always knew to be true: my Ahri really was the strength of the team. Then we beat the first truly competitive team: "No one will stand in my way!" I called out, in my best impression, and received laughs and applause. I shook my head in disbelief. I checked in with the Boys and they were agog as well. We had actually crested a couple of the **real** competitive teams in the final standings. Not in the money, not qualifying, but certainly an spoiler. We jumped and hugged. High-fived. High-fived again. And I gave an extra squeeze to <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> and then said goodbye with some reddened cheeks as I noticed the way my __actual__ teammates were looking at me. He waved and headed off, thanking us for including him and 'killing it'. And then I noticed the hall was suddenly very different. Very empty. At first, I thought it was that the spectacle of the Open was over and many of those in the hall weren't happy with the result. But, then I realized the sudden and mass exodus wasn't just for the Open players -- the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <<else>> <<set $HS.twitchOpenLoss = true>> I don't know what result I really expected, but it shouldn't have surprised me as the losses mounted and I had to talk Andrew off the cliff of withdrawing. We ended up below the competitive teams and mid-pack amongst the rest of the competition. We slid out of our chairs, barely able to maintain eye contact with each other, and especially to <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>. And then I noticed the hall was suddenly very different. Very empty. At first, I thought it was that the spectacle was over and we weren't the ony ones in the hall unhappy with the result. But, then I realized the sudden and mass exodus wasn't just for the Open players -- the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>.</span><</if>><<nobr>> /* TODO format nobr */ <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <</if>> <</nobr>> There were so many options. Too many. Guys who loved League so much they had come to only __watch__. Others were grabbing empty chairs to play, more to see who they could beat on their own than anything else. And some had come to test their mettle and maybe join one of the elite squads. Any of them could have been competent, better or worse. I could watch them play and see if I could pick out who might be the best skilled. I settled in to a rhythmic cadence: watch them in their lane, watch their choices in base, listen to their comms, but most importantly -- see who they mained; judge and move; judge and move. <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri") || visited("HS002 - TwitchEarly")>> Given the hour, there were far fewer prospects, which meant fewer to wade through, but also not much time to make a decision. <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> My rhythm was constantly being interrupted. <<if $HS.costume == "Prestige">>I realized I had to, essentially stand up straight or I'd find a phone trying to catch a good angle one way or the other, and I couldn't get close to the players due to the clumps of viewers.<</if>><<if $HS.costume == "Elder">>I think I swatted more hands in that half hour than bugs in my **life**. Every grope, I __moved__.<</if>><<if $HS.costume == "Academy">>A picture with me? Oh, sure. My costume's awesome, wow, um thank you.<</if>> I had to cut my losses. I couldn't keep focused, so I ducked out of the hall and wondered who the Boys [[would settle on|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Loser"]]. <<else>> Eventually I settled on this pimply kid who absolutely destroyed with Volibear. He had won a match and was shifting out of his seat, shit-eating grin across his face. "Nice one!" "Yeah, y-" he was halfway into what felt pretty planned and then he was shocked into silence seeing who was talking to him. "They didn't stand a chance. How are you not competing in the Open?" playing it off. "I mean, I coulda. Just...ya know, not ''that'' important." Cool guy had come back. Though the mask wasn't very practiced. "You want to, though? I could use a fifth on my team." "Your team?" He was stunned. World-view completely called into question. "Yeah, I've always argued we needed a Voli." "Uh sure, yeah. I'm down." "Come on then, let's introduce you..." I trailed off as we walked, heading out of the hall and back to the rooms. He hadn't gotten the hint, "<<print $CC.name>>. That's me." "Oh, right. Elijah." Okay, he would recover quick enough to [[play|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Elijah"]].<</if>> <<else>> Woof. So many people, luckily time was on my side. It was a slog and my brain hurt from all the mental notes, I was making, but eventually I settled on this pimply kid who absolutely destroyed with Volibear. He had won a match and was shifting out of his seat, shit-eating grin across his face. "Nice one!" "Yeah, y-" he was halfway into what felt pretty planned and then he was shocked into silence seeing who was talking to him. "They didn't stand a chance. How are you not competing in the Open?" playing it off. "I mean, I coulda. Just...ya know, not **that** important." Cool guy had come back. Though the mask wasn't very practiced. "You want to, though? I could use a fifth on my team." "Your team?" He was stunned. World-view completely called into question. "Yeah, I've always argued we needed a Voli." "Uh sure, yeah. I'm down." "Come on then, let's introduce you..." I trailed off as we walked, heading out of the hall and back to the rooms. He hadn't gotten the hint, "<<print $CC.name>>. That's me." "Oh, right. Elijah." Okay, he would recover quick enough to [[play|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Elijah"]]. <</if>><<nobr>> <<set $HS.modelHire = $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> <<if $CC.activity == "dance" && $CC.hsv == "act">><<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value += 2>><</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "power" && $CC.hsv == "cheer">><<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value += 2>><</if>> <<if $CC.hometown == "NY" || $CC.hometown == "LA">> Being offered the opportunity to be a model was earth-shattering. I mean, I knew I was good-looking. At least, based on how other people reacted to me, what people said...even though when I looked in the mirror I only saw the imperfections and would //die// to look the way that the __real__ models did. But. That could be me? I was in High School...but I guess that's really where everyone else got their start. If not earlier. <br><br> Whether it was legit or not, whether I could hack it or not, well...I guess I'd find out. <br><br> And the chance at it all? /* TODO Mira - Here's a place where options only open based on traits/skills */ <div id = "casting"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 2 || $CC.maleReaction gt 1 || $CC.maleAttention gt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 1>> Was literally the <<link "first guy">><<replace "#casting">> <br><br> I wasn't sure how <<print $CC.DName>> and <<print $CC.MName>> would feel about the idea of modeling -- there was a nagging at the back of my head that couldn't quite place anyone in particular that had been discovered in my neck of the woods. But I was determined to take a shot. A quick Google had confirmed the location on the card, though there was a blank when it came to the agency. A search of my area didn't pull up other agencies...so it was all in line, I guess. Legit, probably? <br><br> With nerves on top of nerves, I headed down to the address on the business card. I may have skipped one of my last classes. I definitely didn't tell anyone where I was going. I was not about to risk asking for a ride, so public transportation it was. <br><br> I was by far the most done-up person around and wasn't wearing the most comfortable clothes on earth. They hadn't said I needed to wear anything in particular, but I wouldn't miss an opportunity to dress to impress. <br><br> My knuckles [[rapped on the door|HS002 - CastingSeed]] as I tried to swallow and get rid of this dry mouth. <</replace>><</link>> to come up to me with the idea. Saw me, discovered //me//. <br> <</if>> He hadn't been the //first// guy with the idea. The first one had freaked me out. I had heard stories. I didn't want to be taken advantage of...but man, when there were multiple offers and chances. I kind of had to buy in and take the <<link "most legit">><<replace "#casting">> <br><br> I wasn't sure how <<print $CC.DName>> and <<print $CC.MName>> would feel about the idea of modeling -- especially with the office being <<if $CC.hometown == "LA">>next to Skid Row<<else>>in Greenpoint<</if>> -- but I was determined to take a shot. A quick Google had confirmed the agency on the card, location, and surfaced some references across the Web. So, legit? <br><br> With nerves on top of nerves, I headed down to the address on the business card. I may have skipped one of my last classes. I definitely didn't tell anyone where I was going. I was not about to risk asking for a ride, so public transportation it was. <br><br> I was by far the most done-up person around and wasn't wearing the most comfortable clothes on earth. They hadn't said I needed to wear anything in particular, but I wouldn't miss an opportunity to dress to impress. <br><br> My knuckles [[rapped on the door|HS002 - CastingProf]] as I tried to swallow and get rid of this dry mouth. <</replace>><</link>> guy up on his offer. Right? </div> <<else>> I wasn't sure how <<print $CC.DName>> and <<print $CC.MName>> would feel about the idea of modeling -- there was a nagging at the back of my head that couldn't quite place anyone in particular that had been discovered in my neck of the woods. But I was determined to take a shot. A quick Google had confirmed the location on the card, though there was a blank when it came to the agency. A search of my area didn't pull up other agencies...so it was all in line, I guess. Legit, probably? <br><br> With nerves on top of nerves, I headed down to the address on the business card. I may have skipped one of my last classes. I definitely didn't tell anyone where I was going. I was not about to risk asking for a ride, so public transportation it was. <br><br> I was by far the most done-up person around and wasn't wearing the most comfortable clothes on earth. They hadn't said I needed to wear anything in particular, but I wouldn't miss an opportunity to dress to impress. <br><br> My knuckles [[rapped on the door|HS002 - CastingSeed]] as I tried to swallow and get rid of this dry mouth. <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Professional Model Setup */ /* TODO format nobr */ <</nobr>> The door buzzed and I pressed inside, seeing a middle-aged woman behind a desk, barely glancing up before returning to the stack of paper on her desk. They used paper? "Appointment?" "Uh..." "Sit." A quick hand motion and, as if she were moving me like a marionette, I dropped into a chair. Time passed. I wondered if I had been forgotten. Then, "Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>, down the hall to your left. Look for Adam's door. Should be open." My head bobbing a nod as it felt like I was darting out of the waiting room and down the hall, my eyes tracked side to side across nameplates and seeing, "Adam Marcus" I poked my head in the slightly ajar doorway. A pair of bedraggled eyes lifted from behind the desk...man, did //anyone// like their jobs here? He sighed, pushing some pictures and folders aside on his desk, more for changing gears than needing to make space. "<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>, yeah?" He stood, stretching and used his head to instruct me in and over towards a wall where there was a grey butcher paper roll extended to the floor and lighting soft boxes ready to go. "Thanks for coming in, Jared told me he gave you the card what...in a CVS?" Nodding, he laughed and rolled his eyes, "Ugh. Well, as much as I'd love for this to work out for you, I don't want //another// amazing discovery stories going around. It's just not how it works, really." "Oh, of course not." "Except in your case." "Right?" He smiled, I could tell he was trying to put me at ease as he slowly rounded his world-weary desk and got behind his camera, pre-set on a tripod. "Right. Just don't fuel the fire, come up with some unbearable tale of the number of casting calls you went to...hundreds upon hundreds of pretty faces, girls looking just like you...Alright. Time for the swimsuit set. Guessing Jared didn't give you the details of today?" It was then that I realized he'd been subtly guiding me, fully disarmed, through the first set of pictures. Front, side, side, full-body, headshot, smiling and commercial...jesus, this guy was good. And quick. "Uh, no. I didn't bring anything with me..." "Speaking of which...you came alone?" An awkward nod. "Shit." "W-what? I'm sorry--" "Oh, no no no, this is ''not'' your fault. Guessing Carol didn't mention paperwork? Give you anything?" The not-smile that I gave him was enough, "Okay. Well, there are parental release forms, and waivers that need to be signed. Emphasis on need. They won't be done today, clearly." I chuckled, trying to play it off, "Clearly." "But we'll send you home with them and we can't proceed until we get those squared away. Understood?" A firm, paternal-like look. I nodded. "Okay. Well, we could either wait for that or continue, but it's up to you, <<print $CC.name>>." <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte ($Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value)>>I had to get home and [[get those papers|HS002 - CastingPapers][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value --]] in order. NOW. <<else>> Papers? And have a no before I even started? That could wait. But I wasn't going to strip down in this cold empty room. There had to be a [[changing area|HS002 - Profesh]]. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> It'd be awkward in [[just a bra|HS002 - Profesh]], but I figured he'd seen thousands of women in less. <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> I figured he's seen thousands of women [[fully naked|HS002 - Profesh]].<</if>><</if>><</if>><<nobr>> /* TODO format nobr */ <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <</nobr>> I cleared my throat all through dinner, <<print $CC.MName>> looking across the table after the first few minutes, "You alright, dear?" and <<print $CC.DName>> chuckled, "Trying to call in sick tomorrow?" Blowing it off with an awkward, "Nooo..." I tried to lock down on my tic, but occasionally found myself fighting phantom phlegm. By the time it was done, I had decided on who to ask. Just a John Hancock, right? <<if $CC.mom == 1 && $CC.dad == 0>><<print $CC.EDName>> would do the trick. I waited until we had some time together, just the two of us. "Hey, um, so...like crazy story." "Uh-oh." He was smiling //and// frowning. "No, no." "Why aren't you telling your Mom?" "I will, eventually. Maybe. I just don't know if she'll understand." "Honey. Usually mothers are...better at these things. That doesn't mean I don't //want// to--I'm only not sure that--" "''Dad''. Can I just...show you something?" And so I pulled out my phone, giving the preface I had prepped over the past couple days and <<if visited("HS002 - Profesh")>>started showing him the pictures, reassuring him before we got to the underwear shots.<<else>>pulled up the information about the agency and the card and how that abortive first session went. How Adam was.<</if>> He considered. I could tell he was uncomfortable with his little girl, but he could hear my excitement. "Okay. Just. Do me a favor. Two favors. Be careful." I rolled my eyes. "And tell your mother." Another eye roll, this time with a smile. And he signed. <<elseif $CC.dad == 1 || $CC.dad == 2>><<print $CC.MName>> tended to be more...permissive. So, I waited for a moment when he wasn't around -- didn't want to deal with any aspect of a Daddy's little girl syndrome -- before launching in. "Whoah, whoah, whoah." She laughed at my rapid-fire talking, waving her hand at the papers that just suddenly appeared in front of her with all that tiny text. "What is going ''on'' here, <<print $CC.name>>?" I swallowed, took a breath. "So. Out of nowhere, I got scouted." "Scouted?" "You know how big a deal that is? I was just like...walking through SEE-VEE-ESS and I got //scouted//..." She nodded, eyes narrowing, thinking. "Mom." My hand touched hers, not putting it on the pen, just contact. I could see the reaction, though she tried to mask it, "Okay. Just...don't run off on your own. Keep me in the loop." She was signing, barely reading...I hadn't either, "And," she lowered her voice conspiratorially, "We'll keep him //out// of the loop as long as possible." "I love you." That reaction she didn't try to cover. <<else>><<print $CC.DName>>, always Daddy's girl even to not-my-Dad. He was harder to nail down and I had to wait until <<print $CC.MName>> was out running errands before trying my luck, "So ya know how you always hear about some random actor or celebrity just getting found on like, the street...outta nowhere?" "And football players too, sometimes." Oblivious, but at least he was engaging. Before he could tell me the tale of some amazing football discovery, "Well, I was." "You were...oh, you're famous now?" He gave me a look as if it were some game. He hadn't connected the dots. "Ugh. I got ''scouted''. I wanna try modeling. I might have a shot." His chin jutted forward a bit, nodding and a casual little shrug, "Sure." Wow, I thought that'd be harder. He smiled a bit, surprised as if he hadn't realized I came fully cocked and ready, but he signed and then went into what he wanted to talk about: Kurt Warner. Whatever. <</if>> <<if $HS.modelHire gte random(6, 10)>><<if visited("HS002 - Profesh")>>And then came the call from [[Adam|HS002 - FirstShoot]].<<else>>When I returned the papers, an associate gave me a perfunctory set of shots and politely kicked me out of the studio. And then came the call from [[Adam|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <</if>><<else>>And I waited (patiently?) [[by the phone|HS002 - ModelOutro]].<</if>><<nobr>> /* TODO format nobr */ <</nobr>> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> There was a split-second between what he had expected and what was happening. He lurched forward, hands outstretched, but then recoiling back -- as if his body was fighting itself, "No-no-no-s-stop, please." I stopped. My <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes giant, worried. My hands frozen halfway through depositing my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>>. He shielded his eyes. "What?" came my sheepish bleat. "Could you...um." He motioned off to the side of his setup, a changing area. Shit. "Oh, s-sure. Sorry, so sorry." I stumbled over behind the room divider, clutching my clothes as modestly as possible. I was absolutely beet-red. <<link "Stripping">><<lower>><<feet>><</link>> down behind the //specific// //thing// //made// //for// //this//, I felt like such a noob. Such an idiot. I hadn't wanted to make him uncomfortable and the silence was deafening. "There's some spanks and a few sports bras back there if you need them..." The kindness in his voice made it worse, "Don't worry, they're fresh." I didn't respond, just <<link "pulling on">><<outfit underwear>><</link>> the necessaries and stepping out from behind the separator. "Really, I'm--" he shook his head and motioned me over to the drop and I shuffled over as pliantly as possible. "Great. Same as before..." We went through another cycle of shots and then he gave a casual, bright move of his head, indicating the panels again, "You can leave those back there, or take them with you, and then we'll go through what we've taken. How's that sound?" Nodding, I moved behind, and despite the offer, underwear still didn't strike me as comfortable, so I deposited them as carefully as I could near where I had taken them and came back out: <<link "clothed">><<dollreset>><</link>>. "Alright, ready for the assessment?" He was already behind his desk again, a small monitor arranged towards the chairs on my side. I deposited myself into one of them and leaned forward, excited, trying to push down the embarrassment of moments before. He made it easy. He began flicking through the digital photos, rapid fire, settling on:<<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> one where a sparkle had settled into my <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes, "You've got very welcoming and interesting eyes."<</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a close up that framed me from neck to crown, "The camera really likes you -- you see that?" I nodded. It did.<</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("smile")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a picture where I must have been laughing at something he said, "I can't help but smile too...you've got an infectious one." He made me smile again.<</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a half-body crop, from when I had undressed, "Just getting into the real part of the biz, now. Your breasts are...eye catching."<</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> a photo he had caught while I was mid-motion, turning for him, "Your body's tone is fantastic. Whatever you do, or don't do...keep it up." He laughed. I shrugged.<<set $HS.modelHire ++>><</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> he coughed as he stopped on one of me facing away from him, "Underwear, bikinis, hell even a good pair of jeans? You'd compliment them well."<</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> I had been slightly in relevé, "An aspect that is key for any model, the ratio of your legs is perfect."<</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("charm")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a slow rotation of a few he had caught, I must have been talking, "You're so natural, not even doing anything, the camera is pulled to you."<</if>> finally, a full-body, straight on, <<if $CC.height gt 0>>"Got a stature that works for all kinds of work, even runway."<<else>>"Just being honest. You aren't going to hit the runway, so it does narrow the work you can do."<<set $HS.modelHire -->><</if>> His eyes checked in with me, considering my reaction. He pushed a set of papers towards me, "Take care of these and here..." he pointed to one he pulled apart from the rest, "Give me your email and I can send you over all the pictures we took today. And then? You'll either hear from me or you won't. But we've got you on file and we'll see what comes in." I nodded, couldn't help but feel defeated as I stood, straightening my clothes nervously. "A pleasure meeting you, <<print $CC.name>>," his hand extended. I took it. I left and wondered if I'd [[hear from him again|HS002 - CastingPapers]].<<else>> "Do you have anywhere I could..." His frown made me wonder if I had made a misstep. I mean, he had probably seen tons of women wearing nothing. "...change?" He laughed and nodded, pointing over to the room divider, "Or there's a bathroom down the hall, whatever you're comfortable with." I was beet-red. How had I not seen that? I laughed and shuffled off behind it, where there were some packaged Spanx and flesh-toned <<link "underwear">><<outfit underwear>><</link>> to fill the gaps, should anyone come unprepared. Leaving my outerwear behind, I came out from behind the separator. "Great. Same as before..." We went through another cycle of shots and then he gave a casual, bright move of his head, indicating the panels again, "Once you're <<link "done">><<dollreset>><</link>>, we'll go through what we've taken. How's that sound?" "Sure thing!" I called out, returning to the other side of the curtain as I finished straightening my clothing. "Alright, ready for the assessment?" He was already behind his desk again, a small monitor arranged towards the chairs on my side. I deposited myself into one of them and leaned forward, excited, trying to push down the embarrassment of moments before. He made it easy. He began flicking through the digital photos, rapid fire, settling on:<<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> one where a sparkle had settled into my <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes, "You've got very welcoming and interesting eyes."<</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a close up that framed me from neck to crown, "The camera really likes you -- you see that?" I nodded. It did.<</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("smile")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a picture where I must have been laughing at something he said, "I can't help but smile too...you've got an infectious one." He made me smile again.<</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a half-body crop, from when I had undressed, "Just getting into the real part of the biz, now. Your breasts are...eye catching."<</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> a photo he had caught while I was mid-motion, turning for him, "Your body's tone is fantastic. Whatever you do, or don't do...keep it up." He laughed. I shrugged.<<set $HS.modelHire ++>><</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> he coughed as he stopped on one of me facing away from him, "Underwear, bikinis, hell even a good pair of jeans? You'd compliment them well."<</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> I had been slightly in relevé, "An aspect that is key for any model, the ratio of your legs is perfect."<</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("charm")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a slow rotation of a few he had caught, I must have been talking, "You're so natural, not even doing anything, the camera is pulled to you."<</if>> finally, a full-body, straight on, <<if $CC.height gt 0>>"Got a stature that works for all kinds of work, even runway."<<else>>"Just being honest. You aren't going to hit the runway, so it does narrow the work you can do."<<set $HS.modelHire -->><</if>> His eyes checked in with me, considering my reaction. He pushed a set of papers towards me, "Take care of these and here..." he pointed to one he pulled apart from the rest, "Give me your email and I can send you over all the pictures we took today. And then? You'll either hear from me or you won't. But we've got you on file and we'll see what comes in." I nodded, couldn't help but feel defeated as I stood, tugging at my clothes nervously. "A pleasure meeting you, <<print $CC.name>>," his hand extended. I took it. I left and wondered if I'd [[hear from him again|HS002 - CastingPapers]].<</if>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Sketchy Casting Office */ /* TODO format nobr */ <</nobr>> The door opened. A middle-aged man stood there, immediately appraising me. "Well, hello there." <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>>I lifted the card as a challenge, "I was given this." "Right, right, right! Well, my scouts definitely have an eye, come in, come in..." He stepped back with a broad, welcoming grin and letting me into the office. Entering the unimpressive and bare space, I felt him peer out behind me into the hallway, "Alone?" the tone was genuine shock. "Yeah, came straight from school." He nodded, shutting the door and leading me in, unperturbed, motioning over to a black pleather couch to one side. "Yeah, we'll just have to do the parental releases later. They do know you're here, right?" A conspiratorial raise of the eyebrow. "No." He laughed and nodded, dropping himself into a chair behind a decade-old IKEA desk. "I'd rather ask forgiveness than permission." He raised a meaty hand, "My mantra. Adam, by the way." "<<print $CC.name>>." Another smile, reaching over the desk to press a button on a camcorder on a tripod, his heavy gut pushing across the desktop, "Shall we start, <<print $CC.name>>?" I stood in front of the camera and maneuvered like I had seen online. Front, Side, Side, back to front. "Oh, you're a vet?" I laughed and shook my head, "Nah, just seen what to do." He chuckled, leaning back in his chair impressed, <<if $CC.height gt 0>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>"Hm, should be able to get runway work with a beanpole like you."<<elseif $CC.height lt 0>>"Runway is __not__ in your future, cutie, sorry."<<else>>"Hm, versatile, not a straight-up runway, but..."<</if>> I nodded and shrugged, "Just how I'm built." He nodded and motioned with a 'proceed' spin of his hand. "Speaking of which, let's continue the assessment." He picked up a polaroid camera and, leaning back, snapped a full-body, setting the picture on the desk. "Sit back down and gimme yer most casual, best smile..." He moved around the desk, squatting in front of me as he lined up and pulled the trigger again. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("smile")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>"Wow, you've got a gorgeous grin, girlie." Heat rose in my cheeks, "Thank you." <</if>> "Alright, now--" cut off as I immediately went Blue Steel, he smiled broadly behind the camera, leaned forward and snapped again. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>His hand reached out and I felt the fatty pads of his thumb and forefingers on my jawline, adjusting my skull slightly, "Cameras have to ''love'' your face." Carefully, I plucked my chin from his hand, smiling, "It is easy to get a good selfie." <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>There was a brief moment of silence and stillness, his gaze locked on mine, "You can get lost in your eyes. Open, big, expressive..." I couldn't resist taking a 'look around the room' to break the moment.<</if>><</if>> He stood, shaking his head, the air of impressed unmistakable, "Ya sure yer not a vet?" Returning a shake of my own head, with an air of ease, "The internet teaches you things." "It does...it does. Okay," he reached back, placing the new polaroids on the desk, "Probably don't need to say this, but next, swimsuit." Just strip down on camera? There had to be a [[changing room|HS002 - SeedyUndies]]. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> It'd be awkward in [[just a bra|HS002 - SeedyNaked]], but I figured he'd seen thousands of women in less. <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> I figured he's seen thousands of women [[fully naked|HS002 - SeedyNaked]]. <</if>><</if>> <<else>>I awkwardly flashed the card, "Uh, the other day..." "Right, right, right! Well, my scouts definitely have an eye, come in, come in..." He stepped back with a broad, welcoming grin and letting me into the office. I moved in, timid as a mouse -- the office was spare and uninviting. I felt him peer out behind me into the hallway, "Alone?" the tone was genuine shock. "N...no? That's okay?" He nodded, shutting the door and leading me in, unperturbed, motioning over to a black pleather couch to one side. "Yeah, we'll just have to do the parental releases later. They do know you're here, right?" A conspiratorial raise of the eyebrow. I gulped -- had I just killed the opportunity? He laughed at the deer in headlights on his couch, dropping himself into a chair behind a decade-old IKEA desk. "Ask __forgiveness__ not permission, my mantra too. No worries, girlie! Adam, by the way." "<<print $CC.name>>." Another smile, reaching over the desk to press a button on a camcorder on a tripod, his heavy gut pushing across the desktop, "Shall we start, <<print $CC.name>>?" Giving a nod, he motioned for me to stand and I jerked back up onto my feet. With practiced gestures, he guided me through a series of positions: Front, Side, Side, back to front. "Good. Good. Remember these, early on, you'll be doing a lot of these as you get your initial sessions in the books. My head twitched, suddenly smiling right at him, "You t-think so?" He chuckled, leaning back in his chair, considering me. <<if $CC.height gt 0>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>"Hm, should be able to get runway work with a beanpole like you."<<elseif $CC.height lt 0>>"Runway is __not__ in your future, cutie, sorry."<<else>>"Hm, versatile, not a straight-up runway, but..."<</if>> "Yeah...s-sorry." "Can't change what you can't change. Just gotta know how to impress people with what you have -- how to market the ''product''. Let's continue my assessment." He picked up a polaroid camera and, leaning back, snapped a full-body, setting the picture on the desk. "Sit back down and gimme yer most casual, best smile..." He moved around the desk, squatting in front of me as he lined up and pulled the trigger again. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("smile")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>"Wow, you've got a gorgeous grin, girlie." Heat rose in my cheeks, "Thank you." <</if>> "Alright, now I need you to drop the smile. Cool, serious, sexy, right at me." I gave it a shot. He leaned in and snapped again. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>His hand reached out and I felt the fatty pads of his thumb and forefingers on my jawline, adjusting my skull slightly, "Cameras have to ''love'' your face." I could practically able to feel his breath from how close we were, but held still. "Cameras...shit, //eyes// love it." <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>There was a brief moment of silence and stillness, his gaze locked on mine, "You can get lost in your eyes. Open, big, expressive..." I couldn't resist taking a 'look around the room' to break the moment.<</if>><</if>> He stood, nodding, thinking as he leaned against the front edge of the desk. "Okay," he reached back, placing the new polaroids on the desk, "Next up are what we call swimsuit shots. And I'm guessing you didn't bring one..." He smiled, knowingly. I shook my head, "Course not, so underwear is fine. Same difference, really." <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">> Just strip down on camera? There had to be a [[changing room|HS002 - SeedyUndies]].<</if>> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> It'd be awkward in [[just a bra|HS002 - SeedyNaked]], but I figured he'd seen thousands of women in less. <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> I figured he's seen thousands of women [[fully naked|HS002 - SeedyNaked]]. <</if>><</if>> <</if>><<nobr>> <<set $HS.modelHire -->> "Uh, is there somewhere I could..." my eyes checked in with the red light on the camcorder, letting my discomfort show. He nodded, bottling in the sigh that I heard anyway. <br><br> "Not like a room or area to change...but I can turn around. Promise." My eyes flicked back to the camcorder again. He nodded, laughing, "Oh right, one sec" as if he had forgotten, and hit pause. Light was off. He turned and I began a quick <<linkexpand "strip...">> <<upper>> <<feet>> <<lower>> strip, not trusting his timing on turning back around. I collected my clothes into a pile and set them beside the couch. <br><br> "Kay. Thank you." He turned around, eyes sliding over my bared form. He reached out, pause again and the light resumed red. His free hand reached over to the tripod arm, swiveling the lens down my body slowly. My nipples were tensing and perking up <<if $Body.braless == true>>towards him and drawing his eyes down more than they had been.<<else>>underneath my bra, unbidden.<</if>> <br><br> This was fine, right? <br><br> The camcorder settled back straight-on and he lifted the polaroid to snap a full-on, chest level, crotch-level and then, "Side on? Remember?" he smiled kindly and I turned and gave him the turn, picture, turn, picture. <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>"You'd kill a swimsuit shoot." His eyes squarely on my rear.<</if>> "You can sit." Sitting, I crossed my legs, playing off my state of undress. <br><br> He set the polaroids down with the camera and shifted his hefty body off the edge of the desk, moving to join me on the couch. It squeaked and sighed as the prolific weight settled into the cheap cushions. "Going to get a little hands-on, if that's okay, for the next part of the appraisal..." he trailed off gently, kindly, but looking for my consent and comfort level. <br><br> I scooted back, giving us more space, "I uh..." <br><br> He sighed, shaking his head, "Fine, fine, don't freak out about it, girlie." <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>A general hand wave near my chest, "You got a great set."<</if>> He looked down over me, leaning against the arm of the couch, <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>"Flat, amazing tone on your tummy..."<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>"You could definitely model with legs like these." He gave them a pat pat, I gave him that much.<</if>> "Appraisal's complete, you can relax, <<print $CC.name>>." He lifted himself up off the couch with a grunt. <br><br> "Well...What's the verdict?" <br><br> He chuckled, turned, smiled at me and gave me an appraising look. A different kind of appraising. Like he was deciding something. <br><br> "Heh. Every girl wants to be the next Karlie. It's not easy. And it's a big risk for me. Honestly?" He sighed, labored, looking away. I felt the need for him to look at me again, "How badly do you want it?" He finally looked at me again. I swallowed. <div id="couch"> <<crossroads #couch>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 2 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1 || $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> I wanted it. And this was it. My only chance. <<contents>> <br><br> He read my quiet and before I could get any words out of my mouth, "I haven't done a full assessment. Lose those." A dismissive gesture at what was left on me. I practically jerked to action, <<if $Body.braless == true>>thumbs hooking below to tug my underwear down.<<else>>reaching back to pop the clasp of my bra.<</if>> His weight made the couch squeak as he sat beside me, helping me lose 'those' quicker. His thick fingers wormed between my thighs before my remaining scraps of clothing was off. I gasped at the attention. "[[Atta girl|HS002 - SeedyCouch][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value --]]." <<path>> It felt too much like this was //exactly// the casting couch situation. I was going to call him on his bluff. <<contents>> "That...sounds like you're implying something else. You //can// represent me, right?" <br><br> His energy shifted. Without either of us having to say it, he knew I knew. <br><br> <<if $HS.modelHire gt 7>> "I'm surprised you have to ask. No wonder you got scouted. You'll book." <br><br> I practically squealed inside. I didn't //have// to do anything to get work. "Cool. Thank you." <br><br> "You're welcome, girlie." He moved back around the desk, assembling the polaroids and smiled casually as he waited for me to <<linkexpand "dress...">> <<outfit default>> dress, his gaze averted and I wasn't going to fight him about the camcorder this time. <br><br> I gave an awkward wave and soft, "Bye," as I headed to the door. <br><br><br> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd truly [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> "Well...honestly--" <br><br> "Really? Fuck." <br><br> "Hey, hey now, you're beautiful. You've got a great attitude, a good look. I'll certainly put feelers out there." He smiled amiably. <br><br> "Cool. Thank you." <br><br> "You're welcome, girlie." He moved back around the desk, assembling the polaroids and smiled casually as he waited for me to dress. I wasn't going to fight him about the camcorder this time. <br><br> I gave an awkward wave and soft, "Bye," as I headed to the door. <br><br><br> <<if $HS.modelHire gte random(1,10)>> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <<else>> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - ModelOutro]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> Top <<linkexpand "first.">> <<upper>> first. <br><br> <<linkexpand "Skirt">> <<lower>> Skirt. <br><br> There was a split-second between when he expected underwear and when he realized otherwise. <br><br> <<linkexpand "Shoes">> Shoes. <<feet>> <br><br> I heard a cough, trying to cover his reaction as my <<if $Body.braless == true>>top<<else>>clothes<</if>> hit the floor. I looked up to the expressionless stare of the camcorder and Adam, side by side. My toes awkwardly nudged my clump of clothes aside, feeling my unshielded skin prickling at the cool air, my tits jiggling <<if $Body.braless == true>>in the only clothing I had on<<else>>freely<</if>>, drawing his eyes down. And they went down further. His calmness was the assurance that it was fine. His free hand reached over to the tripod arm, swiveling the lens down my naked body slowly. My nipples were tensing and perking up. <br><br> This was fine, right? <br><br><br> The camcorder settled back straight-on and he lifted the polaroid to snap a full-on, chest level, crotch-level and then, "Side on? Remember?" he smiled kindly and I turned and gave him the turn, picture, turn, picture. <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> "Even without, I can tell you'd kill a swimsuit shoot." His eyes squarely on my rear. <</if>> "You can sit." Doing so was going to give a direct view of my slit, so I crossed my legs, as if I weren't just in my birthday suit. "Can't say I'm often surprised, but color me impressed, girlie. This your usual?" <br><br> I nodded and laughed, trying to clear the tension in the air, at least for myself, "Yeah, underwear sucks." <br><br> "Well, you wear not wearing it well. Your attitude and comfort are definitely useful in the biz, comes naturally to you, huh?" I gave a 'yeah' shrug. He set the polaroids down with the camera and shifted his hefty body off the edge of the desk, moving to join me on the couch. It squeaked and sighed as the prolific weight settled into the cheap cushions. "Going to get a little hands-on, if that's okay, for the next part of the appraisal..." he trailed off gently, kindly, but looking for my consent and comfort level. <br><br> /* TODO Mira - here's a place where options only open based on traits/skills */ <div id ="nekkid"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 2 || $CC.maleReaction gt 2>> <<link "I scooted closer">> <<replace "#nekkid" t8n>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> He chuckled, "God, you're full of surprises, aren'tcha?" <<if $Body.braless == false>> One hand urged me forward as it unhooked my <<link "bra">><<bra>><</link>> with clear skill, pulling my last shred of clothing away and onto the floor. <</if>> His <<if $Body.braless == false>>other<</if>> hand settled on one of my <<print $Body.tits>> breasts, cupping first, giving a little tap to watch its bounce, then a testing squeeze and a firm one, holding tight for a couple beats. I felt a similar beat beginning between my crossed thighs. Shit. Modeling casting couch? Sure felt like some of those videos on Pornhub. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> "Oooeee." He nodded slowly, switching to the other one as if to confirm, "You got a great set. <<if $Body.braless == true>> No wonder you keep the girls free. Prevents sagging too. Good thinking. <</if>>" <</if>> My nipples were rock hard, his fingers getting adventurous to tease and tug at them. His eyes flicked up with a little smirk on his face, checking my reaction. <br><br> Then his hand slid down my stomach, <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> "Flat, amazing tone here..." <</if>> and as it kept dropping, my throat kept tightening. <br><br> But the hand changed course right after brushing across the top of my mound, <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">> "Great job, no retouching needed." <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bush">> "That. Needs. To. Go. //Yesterday//." Making his point with sharp tugs at the lazy strands. <</if>> My brain and my body were in active disagreement over whether his hand moving along my quad was a good or a bad change. <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> "No wonder you thought you could model with legs like these." He patted them appreciatively. <</if>> "Appraisal's complete, you can relax a bit, <<print $CC.name>>." He gave a squeeze to my thigh. Pat, pat. Squeeze. <br><br> "Yeah?" I squeaked out, I felt like my voicebox could barely pass air. <br><br> "How're you feeling?" <br><br> I chuckled, again trying to release the tension, wondering if I would be leaving a liquid reminder of my time on the couch, "Well...I don't know. What's the verdict?" <br><br><br> <<if $HS.modelHire gt 8>> "I'm surprised you have to ask. No wonder you got scouted. You'll book." <br><br> I practically squealed inside. I didn't //have// to do anything to get work. "Cool. Thank you." <br><br> "You're welcome, girlie." Another few pats at my thigh and an awkward moment, then he stood and I quietly got <<link "dressed">><<dollreset>><</link>>. He moved back around the desk, assembling the polaroids and smiled casually as he waited for me to wrap up. I eyed the shine on the cushion and tried to ignore it -- couldn't exactly go wipe up without drawing attention. <br><br> I gave an awkward wave and soft, "Bye," as I headed to the door, noticing the camcorder light was still red. <br><br> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd truly [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <<else>> "Well...honestly--" <br><br> "Really? Fuck." <br><br> "Hey, hey now, you're beautiful. You've got a great attitude, a good look. I'll...probably...put feelers out there." He smiled amiably. <br> <div id ="put-out"> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> <<shake 3s>>Probably<</shake>>? No. I //needed// this. I [[spread|HS002 - SeedyCouch][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value --]] my thighs, a quiet offer. <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 2>> <<shake 3s>>Probably<</shake>>? No. I //needed// this. "What about feelers in here?" the words popped out before I considered how they sounded, my hand on his wrist, leading it upward as my [[thighs uncrossed|HS002 - SeedyCouch][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value --]]. <</if>> I didn't //have// to do anything to get work. I <<link "nodded">> <<replace "#put-out" t8n>>"Cool. Thank you." <br><br> "You're welcome, girlie." Another few pats at my thigh and an awkward moment, then he stood and I quietly got <<link "dressed">><<dollreset>><</link>>. He moved back around the desk, assembling the polaroids and smiled casually as he waited for me to wrap up. I eyed the shine on the cushion and tried to ignore it -- couldn't exactly go wipe up without drawing attention. <br><br> I gave an awkward wave and soft, "Bye," as I headed to the door, noticing the camcorder light was still red. <br><br><br> <<if $HS.modelHire gte random(6,10)>> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <<else>> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - ModelOutro]]. <</if>> <br><br> <</replace>> <</link>>. </div> <</if>> <</replace>> <</link>>. <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0 && $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> I nodded softly, but <<link "I nodded">> <<replace "#nekkid" t8n>> "See? That's the attitude I was talking about. Good girl." <<if $Body.braless == false>>One hand urged me forward as it unhooked my <<link "bra">><<bra>><</link>> with clear skill, pulling my last shred of clothing away and onto the floor.<</if>> His <<if $Body.braless == false>>other<</if>> hand settled on one of my <<print $Body.tits>> breasts, cupping first, giving a little tap to watch its bounce, then a testing squeeze and a firm one, holding tight for a couple beats. I felt a similar beat beginning between my crossed thighs. Shit. Modeling casting couch? Sure felt like some of those videos on Pornhub. <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> "Oooeee." He nodded slowly, switching to the other one as if to confirm, "You got a great set. <<if $Body.braless == true>> No wonder you keep the girls free. Prevents sagging too. Good thinking. <</if>>" <</if>> My nipples were rock hard, his fingers were getting adventurous and I shifted my weight on the couch, trying to carefully just remove my breasts from his ministrations. <br><br> He switched tacks. His hand slid down my stomach, <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> "Flat, amazing tone here..." <</if>> and as it kept dropping, my throat kept tightening. <br><br> But the hand changed course right after brushing across the top of my mound, <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">> "Great job, no retouching needed." <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bush">> "That. Needs. To. Go. //Yesterday//." Making his point with sharp tugs at the lazy strands. <</if>> I felt my pulse in my temples, this was not what I had signed up for...or had I? <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> "No wonder you thought you could model with legs like these." He patted them appreciatively. <</if>> "Appraisal's complete, you can relax a bit, <<print $CC.name>>." He gave a squeeze to my thigh. Pat, pat. Squeeze. I shifted again, giving us a little more space, making him have to reach to keep contact. <br><br> "Yeah?" I squeaked out, I felt like my voicebox could barely pass air. <br><br> "How're you feeling?" That wasn't the best question. I felt a cold flash. I didn't hide it well, his words came out quickly: <br><br> <<if $HS.modelHire gt 7>> "I shouldn't have asked, look, you'll //book//." <br><br> I practically squealed inside. I didn't //have// to do anything to get work. "Cool. Thank you." <br><br> "You're welcome, girlie." Another few pats at my thigh and an awkward moment, then he stood and I quietly got <<link "dressed">><<dollreset>><</link>>. He moved back around the desk, assembling the polaroids and smiled casually as he waited for me to wrap up. I eyed the shine on the cushion and tried to ignore it -- couldn't exactly go wipe up without drawing attention. <br><br> I gave an awkward wave and soft, "Bye," as I headed to the door, noticing the camcorder light was still red. <br><br> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd truly [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <<else>> "<<print $CC.name>>...honestly--you're beautiful. You've got a good attitude, a definite look. I can certainly put feelers out there." He smiled amiably, but I could hear the doubt. <br> <div id ="put-out"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 3>> "What about feelers in here?" the words popped out before I considered how they sounded, my hand on his wrist, leading it upward as my [[thighs uncrossed|HS002 - SeedyCouch][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value --]]. <</if>> I didn't //have// to do anything to get work. I <<link "nodded">> <<replace "#put-out" t8n>> "Cool. Thank you." <br><br> "You're welcome, girlie." Another few pats at my thigh and an awkward moment, then he stood and I quietly got <<link "dressed">><<dollreset>><</link>>. He moved back around the desk, assembling the polaroids and smiled casually as he waited for me to wrap up. I eyed the shine on the cushion and tried to ignore it -- couldn't exactly go wipe up without drawing attention. <br><br> I gave an awkward wave and soft, "Bye," as I headed to the door, noticing the camcorder light was still red. <br><br> <<if $HS.modelHire gte random(3,11)>> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <<else>> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - ModelOutro]]. <</if>> <</replace>> <</link>>. </div> <</if>> <</replace>> <</link>>. <br><br> <</if>> <<link "I gulped">> <<replace "#nekkid" t8n>> He took the silence as consent. <<scrollIntoView>> <<if $Body.braless == false>> One hand urged me forward as it unhooked my <<link "bra">><<bra>><</link>> with clear skill, pulling my last shred of clothing away and onto the floor. <</if>> His <<if $Body.braless == false>>other<</if>> hand settled on one of my <<print $Body.tits>> breasts, cupping first. I squirmed slightly and he gave me a disappointed look. Trying again, came a little tap to watch the bounce, then a testing squeeze and I pulled back. Shit. Modeling casting couch? Sure felt like some of those videos on Pornhub. <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> He nodded slowly, eyeing my chest, "You got a great set. <<if $Body.braless == true>> No wonder you keep the girls free. Prevents sagging too. Good thinking.<</if>>" <</if>> His eyes flicked up, expressionless again, checking my reaction. <br><br> Reaching out, his hand slid down my stomach, <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> "Flat, amazing tone here..." <</if>> and as it kept dropping, my throat kept tightening. <br><br> Whether reading my reaction or having other intentions, his hand changed course right after brushing across the top of my mound, <<if $Body.pubes == 'bald'>> "Great job, no retouching needed." <<elseif $Body.pubes == 'bush'>> "That. Needs. To. Go. //Yesterday//." Wagging a finger as he passed. <</if>> I was silently wondering if I should have done more research before showing up. Or maybe not simply taken off my clothes. Mixed messages. <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> "No wonder you thought you could model with legs like these." He patted them appreciatively. <</if>> "Appraisal's complete. Jeez, <<print $CC.name>>, relaaaax why don'cha." He gave a squeeze to my thigh. Pat, pat. Squeeze. I shifted again, giving us a little more space, making him have to reach to keep contact. <br><br> "Yeah?" I squeaked out, I felt like my voicebox could barely pass air. <br><br> "How're you feeling?" That wasn't the best question. I felt a cold flash. I didn't hide it well, his words came out quickly: <br><br> <<if $HS.modelHire gt 8>> "You'll book." I practically squealed inside, but before it could really register he got up. His size leaving the couch was shocking, "K, ya can git." <br><br> "Cool. Thank you." I hoped he meant it. <br><br> I quietly got <<link "dressed">><<dollreset>><</link>>. He moved back around the desk, assembling the polaroids. <br><br> I gave an awkward wave and soft, "Bye," as I headed to the door, noticing the camcorder light was still red. <br><br> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd truly [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <br><br> <<else>> "No bullshit here--" Tears welled up in my eyes. Cold quickly changed to ''hot''. "Hey, hey now, you're cute. You've got a fun attitude, a definite look. I can test the waters." His smile was weak, apologetic. <br> <div id ="put-out"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 4 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 4>> I don't know what triggered in my brain, but my hand was on his wrist, pulling it to my core as my [[thighs uncrossed|HS002 - SeedyCouch][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value --]]. <</if>> <br><br> I didn't //have// to do anything to get work. I <<link "nodded">> <<replace "#put-out" t8n>>"Cool. Thank you." <br><br> "You're welcome, girlie." Another few pats at my thigh and an awkward moment, then he stood and I quietly got <<link "dressed">><<dollreset>><</link>>. He moved back around the desk, assembling the polaroids and smiled casually as he waited for me to wrap up. I eyed the shine on the cushion and tried to ignore it -- couldn't exactly go wipe up without drawing attention. <br><br> I gave an awkward wave and soft, "Bye," as I headed to the door, noticing the camcorder light was still red. <br><br> <<if $HS.modelHire gte random(5,13)>> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <<else>> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - ModelOutro]]. <</if>> <</replace>> <</link>>. </div> <</if>> <</replace>> <</link>>. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1 && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>>No. Way. <<link "I left">> <<replace "#nekkid" t8n>> Without a response and before he could get any closer, I extricated myself from the couch and the sketchy MFer and grabbed my clothes. My brain was an echo camber of self-judgment as I pulled clothes on as quickly as I could. <br><br> "Hey now, I...I didn't mean anything by it..." He was stumbling, he was trying to regroup, but my <<link "clothing was on faster">><<dollreset>><</link>> than it came off. <br><br> "Thanks, I think...this just isn't for me." I said side-long as I moved to the door, hair on the back of my neck raised as I anticipated being jumped. <br><br> It never came, instead, [["No. This isn't."|HS002 - ModelOutro][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++; $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value --; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++; $CC.maleReaction --; $CC.maleAttention --; $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value --; $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++; $HS.modelHire = 0]] <</replace>> <</link>>. <</if>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<dollreset>> /* IMAGE: Lofted Apartment for Modeling shoot */ /* TODO: format nobr */ <</nobr>> I arrived at the upscale apartment building, expecting more pomp and circumstance from being buzzed in, from the man at the front desk, but that was it. I simply walked in and told where the right elevator bank was. Ding. Out into a quiet hallway and down to a metal door. Knocking, the door opened to a vacuous loft with exposed brick and massive, floor-to-ceiling windows. It was bright and I blinked back against the sun as I was welcomed in, "<<print $CC.name>>? Come in, come in. Adam told me all about you." My mind went to the curious place of wondering exactly what that meant. What had Adam said. What were his expectations? I awkwardly chuckled it off, "Oh uh great!" "First shoot, eh?" Yaz was a slender, tall guy with a man-bun and a linen shirt opened all the way down -- of course he was. "Don't worry, nerves are normal and this should be fun. We're just doing a little <<if $HS.modelHire lt 5>><<set _shoot = 1>>lifestyle<<elseif $HS.modelHire lt 7>><<set _shoot = 2>>bikini<<else>><<set _shoot = 3>>lingerie<</if>> shoot." An Oriental-styled room divider, lacquered and expensive-looking, was set to one corner and I knew where to go. Yaz returned to his equipment, squatting in a pair of khakis as I disappeared to change. <<if _shoot == 1>> Shorts, tees, tops, pants, a couple skirts. Time to show off how someone wore some clothes, rather than how they could wear you. <<elseif _shoot == 2>> A cute couple of bikinis, nothing too risque, but they'd show me off well and I'd do a good job of making people jealous of how I made them look. <<else>> So, art shots, straight out of the gate. I knew I'd be cold, even with the sun coming in those windows. And what other people would see. Jeez. I wondered if they'd edit out nipplage or hints of my pubic area. I slid on the sheer fabric and showed myself off. <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>Stepping in front of the brick wall, I struck a pose that just felt...natural. The lights flashed. Yaz nodded, "Wow, a natural?" I just smiled and posed again. Flash.<<else>><<set $HS.modelHire -->>Stepping in front of the brick wall awkwardly, I looked for a mark, some indication. He stepped forward, "Just...wherever, find the light and make a pose, whatever's comfortable." I tried to laugh it off, but eventually he got me posing.<</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>He told a story as we worked, not the expected "Like a bunny." or "Hotter." Looking back, the story didn't give clear direction, but it worked for me.<<else>><<set $HS.modelHire -->>Yaz confused me, he wasn't giving directions most of the time, just talking and telling some weird, winding story. But it was disjointed, broken up when he actually decided to tell me what to do.<</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>I hadn't expected it to be as physically taxing as it was, holding a position mid-motion, assuming poses that probably looked great on camera, but damn were they unnatural. But I held and fought the sweat.<<else>><<set $HS.modelHire -->>I hadn't expected this work to be...work. And it was, holding a position mid-motion, or posing in what probably looked good on camera, but was awkward as fuck for me. I had to take breaks from time to time until we got the shot.<</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>And it was a long shoot, far longer than I had done before and covering the same shots a couple times in a row was frustrating, but I kept my cool.<<else>><<set $HS.modelHire -->>And it was a long shoot, far longer than I had done before and covering the same shot multiple times was frustrating -- I may have snapped a few times at Yaz but he took it in stride and helped me settle down.<</if>> And we wrapped. "Yours to keep. Perk of the job." Yaz commented as I went to go get changed. I giggled behind the divider, jitters finally leaving my body, he smiled and waved as I made my way to the door, "One done, see [[how it goes|HS002 - ModelOutro]] from here." Shit, that was professional.<<nobr>> <<outfit naked>> <<addBody Adam M "Adam, my first Agent">> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> There was no reluctance. I didn't expect any. He leaned right into the opportunity as if this is what he was waiting for the whole time. <br><br><br> I leaned back into the comfort of the backrest, looking at him with my mouth slightly agape, eliciting soft gasps as my excitement grew. Excitement despite the crawl over my skin. His look was dispassionate even as he gazed down at his fingers working and playing with my pussy. It was so perfunctory and expected for him, I couldn't help but wonder what number I was for him. What number today. <br><br> And the red light of the camera burned itself into the corner of my vision, reminding me that this wasn't just for us, now. For him. But recorded for posterity. For others? <br><br><br> "I thought you wanted it?" The frown on his face was firm and displeased. He was skilled at icing and even though I //knew// he was doing it, my gut reaction was to give him what he wanted. <br><br> "I do!" I leaned forward, fumbling with his pants with the urgency as if their contents would cure cancer. Now he leaned back, assuming the position I had been and pulling his phone from his pocket while shifting his hips. His stubby cock popped free, a widely-brimmed head on the tip of the short shaft sticking out of the wiry pubic hair. <br><br> His hand was on the back of my head before I realized it, pushing me down and giving me a slight nod with the barest of smiles as I began to suck on his cock. Even short as he was, the flare of his head made sucking deeply difficult. He chuckled to himself as he heard the catches in my throat and the gags, the heavy hand making sure I wasn't trying to pull off or take a breather. Eventually, I had gotten into a rhythm and founded some comfort, hair tickling my nose, flare poking my epiglottis, the heavy gut pressing and rubbing against the side of my face with his breathing and my bobbing. It was then that I wondered what he had gotten his phone out for...oh, a different angle. A close-up, hand casually hanging just above the cushions and aiming at me doing my work. <br><br> "Alright!" He <<shake 2s>>smacked<</shake>> my ass sharply. He gave a sharp jerk of his hips, jabbing his cock deep and making me instinctively pull back and off with a cough. "Not awful. Photographers might be okay with you." <br><br> His clothes shifted to join mine and we made do with the small, uncomfortable couch, his hands grabbing and moving me into doggystyle, "A...condom?" My head flicked back and around looking at him aiming his meat, nudging my cleft. <br><br> "You're on the pill, right?" He didn't make eye contact, looking down as he aimed his phone at the viewpoint as well. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> "Uh. No." <br><br> "You're cool with me nutting you, though, yeah?" Still no eye contact. I realized it really wasn't a question. It was either me say yes and 'get nutted' -- my stomach flipped -- or have gotten naked, fingered and given him head all on camera for nothing. <<else>> "Oh. Okay." Still no eye contact. All the possibilities of what number I was for him, the risk and threat of disease fluttering through my queasy stomach. <</if>> <br><br> And then he was in me, abrupt and quickly he was sheathed. I gasped in sharply at the entrance. His hand found my hair and pulled back at my head. His other hand was preoccupied with his phone, otherwise I'm sure it would have been grasping at my tits or ass. <br><br> While he wasn't that well equipped, his sack was prodigious, smacking with weight that rivaled his stomach against the top of my mound and across my slit, whacking at me pendulously as we fucked. My neck was craned, I whimpered plaintively as he railed me on the couch, wondering what kind of decision I had made. Listening to his grunts, feeling his gut against my back, his heat and hardness within me. <br><br> And then it was over. His balls predicted the monster size of his load that spewed inside me, pressing tightly against me from behind to ensure he got me filled and deeply. Then, wordlessly, we came free from each other, both of us panting and breathing heavily as we switched modes as non-chalantly as possible. <br><br><br> I awkwardly cleaned up the couch as best I could while he cleaned himself up a bit. "Hey," he called back over to me, a firm, but caring look in his eyes, "A promise is a promise." <br><br> "Cool. Thanks." I nodded, collecting myself and my things. I gave an incredibly awkward, "Bye" and wave as I headed to the door, noticing the camcorder light was still red. And had been the whole time. <br><br><br> With a pit in my stomach, I closed the door, <<if $HS.modelHire gte random(6,10)>> wondering whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <<else>> wondering whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - ModelOutro]]. <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit default>> <<if visited("HS002 - FirstShoot")>> <<if $HS.modelHire gt 7>> <<run $CC.memories.push("TeenModel")>> It was crazy. The stories turned out to be true. People did get discovered anywhere. I got shoots from time to time and everyone got used to the money coming in to the college fund. I got to travel, but most fun was seeing me in an ad. A weird kind of mirror. <br><br> For kids at school, it was a mixed bag. Girls hated it and their reactions went from constantly trying to ingratiate themselves to just icing me out. Guys loved it, and made me more of a get -- which made upcoming [[Prom Season|HS002 - PromDress]] more interesting. <<else>> And that was it. My early and quick foray into modeling. From the excitement of being found and selected without even trying, and then seeing how it all played out. <br><br> Theres a part of me that regrets not trying a little harder, or doing something different -- maybe I could have made more of the opportunity. <br><br><br> But it was a great learning experience, and it got me a little clout as we headed into [[Prom Season|HS002 - PromDress]]. <</if>> <<else>> And that was it. My early and quick foray into modeling. From the excitement of being found and selected without even trying, and then seeing how it all played out. <br><br> Theres a part of me that regrets not trying a little harder, or doing something different -- maybe I could have made more of the opportunity. <br><br><br> But it was a great learning experience, and it got me a little clout as we headed into [[Prom Season|HS002 - PromDress]]. <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> Welp, that didn't work. <br><br><br> <<print $CC.FName>> did design an amazing poster showing off my very best side, and I did my damnedest distributing it. Without any other options, most of the flyers were digital and got mistaken as a vanity project or a random Insta photoshoot. <br><br> With the campaign dead in the water, I simply hoped my appearance on the night would make up the difference. <br><br> The question was: how much effort to spend on it. <br><br> I could spend hours on Pinterest and shopping for the __exact__ dress, ''trendiest'' hair and makeup. My little notebook had a could be filled with every potential date and the pros and cons of each one on my arm. <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - PromDress][$HS.promWin ++]] $CC.labelReaction gt 0>> It was do or die, eat or be eaten. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't fall in with her Clique enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDress][$HS.promWin --]] $CC.labelReaction lte 0>> Everyone was taking this far more seriously than I was. It didn't matter. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too in line with her Clique. <<path [[HS002 - PromDress][$HS.promWin ++; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++]] $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> All eyes on me? I had to be fucking perfect. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't want male attention that much. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promWin --; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value --]]>> I could let <<print $CC.FName>> help me decide. <</crossroads>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> The morning of the District Championships arrived, hundreds gathering to watch as (mostly) their children competed. <br><br> The women's match started at 10.15AM. Ava and I battled each other before the match as we stretched in who could ignore the other more and of course it was her. It felt like a gladiator getting ready to go into the arena. <br><br> Eventually, I took my place on the back line, toe of my sneaker digging at the line as if I could get better purchase. I gave a quick glance to Rod. <br><br> He nodded. The ball took flight, crowd hubbub falling away, and for a moment the stadium was silent. <br><br> The ball flew forward just before the <<shake 3s>>CRACK<</shake>> of my palm against fabric echoed in the cavernous room. <br><br> Back and forth, girls grunted, slammed into the floor at the last moment to save from a Kill. The score climbed, neck and neck, <<linkexpand "until match point...">> until match point... <br><br><br> <<if $HS.compWin gte $HS.ava>> /* IMAGE: Celebration on the court */ <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <<set $CC.memories.push("DistrictsWon")>> "Mine!" Ava called out, her body shifting to target the far side of court, while her angle of her arms belied a closer target. <br><br> Smack! The ball tumbled upwards, back over the net. <br><br> I hurtled towards the shortfall. The rest of my squad was exhausted and caught off-guard. This was the moment. I dove against the hardwood, the padding of my elbows and knees not saving my chest or hips. <br><br> My hands shot underneath the ball, giving it purchase on my forearms to pop back into the air. <br><br> Erica, beside me, had recovered and squared underneath with a firm, "Set!" <br><br> Somehow, I got my feet underneath me and launched myself into the air, from belly-down to reaching eight feet into the air easily. My arm swung down, using the strength and talent of my serve. The power gave Ava no time to react. The ball smashed her squarely in the face she the proud recipient of a six-packing, before dropping onto her pompous ass. The ball tumbled forward for the Kill. <br><br> Erica grabbed me ''ferociously''. We all were screaming, crying. Rod and the assistant coach were scrambling onto the court just ahead of our fans and parents. <br><br> Our side was a veritable mosh pit of emotion. <br><br> Theirs emptied just as fast, leaving Ava with a burgeoning bruise in her eye sockets and red collecting <<linkexpand "on her upper lip.">> on her upper lip. <br><br><br> We. ''Had'''. <<shake 2s>>//''Won''//<</shake>>! <br><br><br> That night, I celebrated with <<print $CC.FName>> over Long Island Ice Teas that had been sent over in congratulations. <br><br><br> After the excitement of the Districts, it was a bit of a drag to come back to the normal reality, but it wasn't without any upside. <br><br><br> I considered going to [[Prom|HS002 - PromDress]] which I realized I hadn't missed. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> /* IMAGE: Black eye or on knees on empty court */ "Mine!" Ava called out, her body shifting to target the far side of court, while her angle of her arms belied a closer target. <br><br> Smack! The ball tumbled upwards, back over the net. <br><br> I hurtled towards the shortfall. The rest of my squad was exhausted and caught off-guard. This was the moment. You dove against the hardwood, the padding of my elbows and knees not saving my chest or hips. <br><br> Somehow, I got my feet underneath me and launched myself into the air, from belly-down to reaching eight feet into the air easily. I sailed towards the net, my arm swung down, using the strength and talent of my serve. But suddenly the ball was screaming right at me, swelling in my vision. <br><br> And then I was back on the ground, my face red and throbbing from the impact and now growing redder from embarrassment as I saw Ava grinning and giving me a flip wave. <br><br><br> She turned to her squadmates who were screaming, and crying. Their coach was scrambling onto the court just ahead of their fans and parents. It was a veritable moshpit of emotion. <br><br> Ours emptied just as fast, <<linkexpand "leaving me alone.">> leaving me alone. <br><br><br> They had won. <<shake 4s>>//''Ava had won.''//<</shake>>By the merest miscalculation. <br><br><br> A bruise was burgeoning in my eye sockets and red was pouring into my frenulum, the copper tang in my mouth. Tears welled in my eyes. <br><br> "Too bad, kid," said Rod, giving me a tap at the back of my head as I sat there, deflated, on the court. <br><br> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> I smacked his hand away and rose up, thrusting my chest into his and making him stumble back. "This is __your__ fault. See if you coach again next year." There was a moment of fear in his eyes, I think. But that was the last I saw of Rod, or the court. It was over and I was glad for it. <</if>> <br><br> That night, I commiserated with <<print $CC.FName>> over a couple cool cocktails. She said that, for the time being, the deepening color around my eyes gave me a striking and interesting look. <br><br><br> After the excitement of the Districts, it was a bit of a drag to come back to the normal reality, but it wasn't without any upside. <br><br><br> I considered going to [[Prom|HS002 - PromDress]] which I realized I hadn't missed. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $HS.compWin += 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->> <<set $HS.ava = random(1,5)>> Reluctantly, I told <<print $CC.FName>> that I was going to have to cancel. She was disappointed, but she knew how much winning meant to me. <br><br> At 7AM every Saturday morning, I rocked up to an empty gym for an hour of one-on-one training with Rod. Without the distraction of the other girls, it was a full sixty minutes per week of intense personal coaching – focused not just on technique but on psychology. <br><br><br> Rod coached me not to think about any other girl on the court except myself. "It literally doesn't matter what they're doing; you're either giving it 100% in every single second or you're not, and that's all you need--" he poked my head, "going on in here." <br><br> His touch ignited something inside me. Something about the way he did it, whether it was his signature head-poke, or a hand on my lower back. It seemed innocent, but it felt otherwise. <br><br><br> [[Before we knew it, Districts were here|HS002 - Comp2]]. <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Paddy's */ <<outfit club>> <<set $HS.ava = random(1,5)>> <<set $HS.compWin -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<if $HS.compHungover == true>> Three club sessions and two gym workouts a week were more than enough – I'd make some Saturdays from time to time, some of them not hung over - but anything else would have driven me crazy. <br><br> In typical fashion, I used school as an excuse: "Sorry Rod, had an exam study session". <<else>> Three club sessions and two gym workouts a week were more than enough – without the release of "Paddy's with <<print $CC.FName>>" I was never going to beat Ava. <br><br> In typical fashion, I used school as an excuse: "Sorry Rod, I ''had'' to graduate." <</if>> <br><br><br> Every Friday, you and <<print $CC.FName>> met up for drinks. We eventually became regular barflies at Paddy's, but for the time being it was simply exciting to be allowed in! <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>>, Ethan and Andrew were pretty envious: they always got ID'd whenever they tried to get into a bar or club. Ethan claimed to sometimes get served in a bar in <<if $CC.hometown == "NO">>the next town over<</if>><<if $CC.hometown == "WA">>Capitol Hill<</if>><<if $CC.hometown == "LA">>Silver Lake<</if>><<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>Soho<</if>><<if $CC.hometown == "AL">>Montgomery<</if>>, but he's full of shit. <br><br> They weren't with us, and did they have any reason to be jealous? I mean, we looked **hot**. Our regularity was met with excitement and broad grins. <br><br> Who was there to be jealous of besides... <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - CompParty2][$HS.paddyHU = "Marty"]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> The guy who 'owned' the corner. Your quintessential middle-aged man drowning his sorrows in drink, Marty. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky and easy enough. <<path [[HS002 - CompParty2][$HS.paddyHU = "Sean"]]>> The bartender, his Irish lilt giving away his first-generation heritage, Sean. <<path [[HS002 - CompParty2][$HS.paddyHU = "None"]]>> The guys were nice, respectful beyond their gaze, but essentially only good for a free beer. <</crossroads>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* TODO nobr */ <</nobr>> <<if $HS.paddyHU == "Marty">> <<print $CC.FName>> has gone to the bathroom and I had gotten bored. It was a very quiet night at Paddy's and curiosity got the better of me. I slid into the stool next to Marty, which startled him, "Oh uh, hey Robin." (We both used fake names to align with our ID's. It was extra freeing.) "I can't buy you a drink tonight." "I'm not a mooch--" he chuckled at that, "Okay, well not you, okay? Deal?" I stuck out my hand, he grasped and shook it. It was an uninspired grip, "You okay?" "Laid off today. As if everything else wasn't enough." "Fuck. I'm sorry..." I dug in the short pockets of my skirt for some cash. After a few moments, I realized trying this in my seat had been giving Marty a full view up my skirt. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>"I miss pussy." He sighed, eyeing my pink longingly. "Shit, I'm sorry Marty," giggling to play it off. "Oh no, thank you, Robin. Most I've gotten in years." I put the cash on the bar and motioned for a beer for Marty. Man, I felt so bad for him. Without much thinking -- and probably influenced by my drinking so far -- the stool squeaked closer and I lightly nudged his hand to my thigh. The other patrons, and especially Sean and <<print $CC.FName>>, didn't take long to figure out what was happening. But he was generous and I made his night. <<else>>"Oh sorry," he sighed as he got caught, looking away quickly. "Not your fault." Cash was on the bar and I was motioning Sean for Marty's beer. Man, I felt bad for him, watching the embarrassment and pain echo through his face. Without much thinking and probably thanks to my drinking, the stool squeaked closer to him. I guided his hand to my thigh lightly, but he wasn't arguing. If anything, he was shocked. The other patrons, and especially Sean and <<print $CC.FName>>, didn't take long to figure out what was happening. But he was generous and I made his night. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.paddyHU == "Sean">> Flirting with Sean was part and parcel of being at Paddy's <<print $CC.FName>> and I had little, silent competitions for his favor. But that's as far as it went. Until one night when <<print $CC.FName>> couldn't make it. Some date or other. I wasn't happy with her, and there was far less to do except simply drink. Sean gave me concerned looks as I was ahead of pace for the night and my body clearly wasn't keeping up. But his concern dissipated as I started to go from brushing his hand to holding his hand, lightly stroking his fingers and palms. Patrons finished off at their usual time and I stayed far later. Then I was the last one. "Oh, shit, Sean, I'm sorry...I'm keeping you here." "Oh, it's fine, Robin..." his lilt always made the fake name from my fake ID sound cuter. "No, no, I feel bad." I also felt drunk. Suddenly, I was leaning over the bar and sticking my tongue into his mouth. It wasn't a comfortable position, but neither was the sticky bartop that I climbed onto shortly thereafter. I didn't make Sean's night shorter, but I made Sean's night. <<else>> Both <<print $CC.FName>> and I had our fair share of evenings batting away the advances of the other patrons. And it was a balancing act: accept enough to receive free drinks, but not too much that felt gross or made future interactions uncomfortable. Sean had our backs, which was nice. Clearly, he understood the economics of girls out at a bar and saw nothing wrong with it. Sure, it meant sometimes we got stiffed, or felt their stiffy, but more or less we were able to have our nights out and keep it focused on us and our buzz. <</if>> Before we knew it, [[Districts were here|HS002 - Comp2]].<<nobr>> <<outfit sports>> <<set $HS.compWin = $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value>> <<if ($CC.freetime == "sporty" || $CC.schoolinterest == "active") && ($CC.hsv == "sporty" || $CC.hsv == "cheer")>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value += 2>> <</if>> The gym at school enjoyed the squeaks of my sneakers in the afternoons. And when I was forced to go home, my neighbors hated the repeated smack-pound of the balls against the fence. My grunts and yells punctuating each one certainly didn't help. <br><br> Sunday mornings was the technical session. I wasn't always on the backline and I had to ensure that my skills were strong no matter where I was on the court. <br><br> I was one of the top girls in the squad and my coach, Rod -- who was a fantastic server in his own right and had represented the country in 1990 -- had taken especial interest in my training. I received a custom gym and nutrition program to stick to. Twice a week I sweat in the gym, doing strength, core and "pre-hab" exercises. I ate mostly smoothies and power salads, and was told to avoid alcohol. Period. <br><br> With all this training -- plus occasionally putting eyeballs on work to appease everyone else -- that Spring was __packed__, and a stressful time. <br><br> We were doing well, winning most of our games, but Rod was applying more pressure on me than the rest of the girls. It felt like, if I focused a bit harder, we might have a shot at Districts. <br><br> <<if $Body.pubes == "bush" || $Body.pubes == "strip">> <span id="pubes"> /* TODO replace pubes should show new pubes if style changed! */ And the pressure wasn't just with Rod and on the court. In the locker room, I received more than a few raised eyebrows and Lindsey even commented, "Well, that's...a deep cut," while eyeing my...lower hairstyle. From that moment on, it was hard not to compare myself to the wholesale expectation to go bald. Only Deepa and Rachel maintained a little more, like a landing strip. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> I quickly joined in and decided between the <<link "Line">> <<replace "#pubes" t8n>> <<set $Body.pubes = "strip">> <<include "HS002 - Competition - Crossroads">> <</replace>> <</link>> and <<link "Hollywood">> <<replace "#pubes" t8n>> <<set $Body.pubes = "bald">> <<include "HS002 - Competition - Crossroads">> <</replace>> <</link>> look. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> But I rocked it anyway, <<link "Fuck'em.">> <<replace "#pubes" t8n>> <<include "HS002 - Competition - Crossroads">> <</replace>> <</link>> <<elseif $CC.labelReaction gt 0>> I wasn't going to be the odd-ball and went <<link "Hollywood">> <<replace "#pubes" t8n>> <<set $Body.pubes = "bald">> <<include "HS002 - Competition - Crossroads">> <</replace>> <</link>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte 0 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 0 && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 0 && $CC.labelReaction lte 0>> I preferred being <<link "Unique">> <<replace "#pubes" t8n>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<include "HS002 - Competition - Crossroads">> <</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> <br><br> Or... The __next__ day, we were all <<link "smiles">> <<replace "#pubes" t8n>> <<set $Body.pubes = "bald">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<include "HS002 - Competition - Crossroads">> <</replace>> <</link>> rather than stares. </span> <<else>> <<include "HS002 - Competition - Crossroads">> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - CompYes]] $CC.labelReaction gt 0>> A potential victory at the upcoming District Championship outweighed studies by a long shot. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't fall in with her Clique enough. <<path [[HS002 - CompNo]] $CC.labelReaction lt 0>> But I was doing this because it was a disciplined way to keep fit and just kill time. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too in line with her Clique. <<path [[HS002 - CompYes]] $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> All I needed was the affirmation: Rod said so, I did so. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't want male attention enough. <<path [[HS002 - CompYes]] $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> He barely had to bring up the training twice before I agreed. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't suggestible enough. <<path [[HS002 - CompNo][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value --]]>> The pressure felt too much for me, everything couldn't be only on my shoulders. <</crossroads>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $HS.compWin -->> When he saw me disconnect, Rod picked shifted to focus on the squad. There was a terseness to his voice when he called my name and a definite disappointment in his looks. He was a damned good coach though, that was clear because we kept powering through our competition. We were on our way to Districts, despite what Rod had implied to me. <br><br> Our main rival was a team from across town, led by an outside hitter named Ava, an upper class trophy-wife-to-be who was 'slumming it' rather than spending her time at Equinox. The community is small and thanks to club, I'd trained with her a couple of times, and I knew a couple things about her. First: she had a killer wrist-away shot. Second: she was a complete bitch, who couldn't stand me for some reason -- and loved to six-pack an unsuspecting opponent. I wasn't about to allow that to be me. <br><br><br> Case in point, she spread a rumour to the other girls in my club to avoid me because I was a lesbian. Not original, but coming from her it was extra-effective. One of the girls from her club told me that she called me "Fat <<print $CC.name>>". <br><br> I'd ''love'' to beat her up, but I was willing to accept simply beating her. Rod recommended some extra one-on-one training on Saturday mornings – saying I needed to work harder. "Aces weren't assured against her." <br><br> The problem was that I and my girl <<print $CC.FName>> recently learned that wearing lipstick and eyeshadow got me served at bars just one neighborhood over. For some reason they didn't card. <br><br> Grabbing drinks -- and they usually ended up being free -- there on a Friday night had become my new favorite way to blow off steam. But Rod's insistence on training rang in the back of my mind. I doubted I could continue "Paddy's with <<print $CC.FName>>" and face a training session with Rod the morning after. <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - CompNoParty]] $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> So, I gave up the partying| until after Districts. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't confident or suggestible enough. <<path [[HS002 - CompParty][$HS.compHungover = true]] $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> I couldn't give up either. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too stable. <<path [[HS002 - CompParty]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> I made an excuse about why I couldn't do the extra training. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough. <</crossroads>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $HS.compWin ++>> With Rod and my concerted effort, our team powered through the rest of the field. Kills dominated when I was on the backline and I left the other girls shaking their heads. Clinching first in our district was on the horizon. <br><br> Our main rival was a team from across town, led by an outside hitter named Ava, an upper class trophy-wife-to-be who was 'slumming it' rather than spending her time at Equinox. The community is small and thanks to club, I'd trained with her a couple of times, and I knew a couple things about her. First: She had a killer wrist-away shot. Second: she was a complete bitch, who couldn't stand me for some reason -- and loved to six-pack an unsuspecting opponent. I wasn't about to allow that to be me. <br><br><br> Case in point, she spread a rumour to the other girls in my club to avoid me because I was a lesbian. Not original, but coming from her it was extra-effective. One of the girls from her club told me that she called me "Fat <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> I'd ''love'' to beat her up, but I was willing to accept simply beating her. Rod recommended some extra one-on-one training on Saturday mornings – saying I needed to work harder. "Aces weren't assured against her." <br><br> The problem was that I and my girl <<print $CC.FName>> recently learned that wearing lipstick and eyeshadow got me served at bars just one neighborhood over. For some reason they didn't card. <br><br> Grabbing drinks -- and they usually ended up being free -- there on a Friday night had become my new favorite way to blow off steam. But Rod's insistence on training rang in the back of my mind. I doubted I could continue "Paddy's with <<print $CC.FName>>" and face a training session with Rod the morning after. <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - CompNoParty]] $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> So, I gave up the partying until after Districts. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't confident or suggestible enough. <<path [[HS002 - CompParty][$HS.compHungover = true]] $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> I couldn't give up either. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too stable. <<path [[HS002 - CompParty]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> I made an excuse about why I couldn't do the extra training. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough. <</crossroads>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE : Stacks of books */ Tempted as I was by everything else, I couldn't ignore the impending exams. <br><br><br> I spent most of the Spring in my bedroom. <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">> -- but what's new, filling my brain with facts ranging from the difference between adverbs and modal verbs to the molecular properties of graphite...it's day ending in 'y'. <</if>> <br><br><br> My dreams were cascades of mind-maps and flashcards, and occasional nightmares about turning up to <<linkexpand "the exam hall...">> the exam hall <span id="naked"><<shake 3s>>''naked''<</shake>></span>. <<outfit naked>> <<timed 3s>> <<outfit default>> <<replace #naked>>[[naked|HS002 - Study2]]<</replace>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> I wasn't the only one going through all this stress and pressure. So, armed with some study buddies – $CC.FName, some girlfriend's, and, of course, The Boys. <br><br> In many ways the latter were most helpful. Because they weren't interested in gossip and rather get back to video gaming -- sessions with them tended to be more focused. <br><br> The downside, though, was the fact that their bedrooms were all gross, so I preferred to having them over to <<linkexpand "my place.">> my place. <br><br><br> "Don't wolf your food, $CC.name." <br><br> I jammed a mouthful of <<if $CC.wealth lt 3>>Dinty Moore<<else>>a maki combo platter<</if>> into my mouth, ensuring she could see every half-chewed piece: "I told you I've gotta stu-dy tonight, ''<<print $CC.MName>>''" I reminded her, with icy control. <br><br> "$CC.name wants to look nice for her boyfriends," $CC.DName teased. <br><br> "Shut up!" I snapped. "They're not my boyfriends!" <br><br> "You do see a lot of those boys..." she trailed off with the implication. "Are they really all just friends?" <br><br> "You are *NOT* <<linkexpand "my mother!\"">> my mother!" <br><br><br> Welp. That wasn't the best way forward. <br><br> Gone were the comfortable sessions with my friends, studying the amount we wanted to, goofing off, maybe playing a game or watching something on the YubTubs. <br><br> Instead, "If studying meant __that__ much to me...", they hired a [[tutor|HS002 - Tutor]] for me. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if $CC.activity == "piano" && $CC.hsv == "piano">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value += 2>> <</if>> Being on the fringes afforded me a kind of freedom away from the typical pop and mainstream fare pumping out of the radio at the time. And music became a kind of salve for the travails of youth. My room became a temple to the passion, walls adorned with posters of gorgeous, long-haired singers and guitarists. <br><br> I picked up <<if $CC.activity == "piano">>more <</if>>instruments and locked myself away in my room afternoons and weekends to sing along, to emulate, and sometimes to dump my feelings into lyrics and songs of my own. <br><br> My biggest influences were... <br><br> <div id="music"> <<crossroads #music>> <<path>> Joni Mitchell, Lana Del Rey, Dolly Parton...''the singer-songwriters'' <<contents>> <<outfit hippie>> <<print $CC.DName>> wasn't crazy about the solitude -- nor the volume I played Florence and the Machine or Lake Street Dive most nights. But <<print $CC.MName>> made him cave and realize it wasn't just a phase for me. <br><br> Then, it was a <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>Martin Special<<else>>second-hand<</if>> guitar he just happened to pick up one day...and a little practice amp for my birthday. <br><br> My bedroom got louder, jamming along to favorite albums until my fingers bled. From posters on the walls, my idols watched my efforts and I felt the pressure. <br><br> So, I decided to strike out like my forebears and try my hand as a [[solo act|HS002 - MusicSolo]]. <<path>> Pat Benatar, Annie Lennox, and Hayley Williams...''female rockers'' <<contents>> <<outfit rocker>> <<print $CC.DName>> wasn't crazy about the solitude -- nor the volume I cranked Paramore and The Pretty Reckless most nights. But <<print $CC.MName>> made him cave and realize it wasn't just a phase for me. <br><br> Then, it was a <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>Fender<<else>>second-hand electric<</if>> guitar he just happened to pick up one day...and a little practice amp for my birthday. <br><br> My bedroom got louder, jamming along to favorite albums until my fingers bled. From posters on the walls, my idols watched my efforts and I felt the pressure. <br><br> I knew that Ethan played the drums, so I mustered up some courage and kicked an idea out to [[The Boys|HS002 - MusicBand]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>>/* IMAGE : Stool and Guitar */ <<set $HS.soloSuccess = $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> Sequestering myself was the easy part, much harder was figuring out what the next steps were. Music was obviously one part of the equation, but also where and how I would play seemed important. I sat on my bed, strumming my guitar and contemplated <<linkreplace "what to sing.">>what to sing. <div id = "music">Did I call on the Muse and start crafting my own <<link "original music">><<replace "#music">><<set $HS.musicOriginal = true>>I wiled away the hours with a pad and pen. I let my mind wander in class, I had stains on my scribblings from the dinner table. And then on weekends, I would find the music to accompany the words. The Boys were not happy with me that I just fell off the face of the Earth, or that they couldn't drag me out of reveries even with the most disgusting jokes. Eventually, they were content to pressure me to join but just sit around on a couch or on the floor and hum, rustling paper while they hung out. "Hey guys." Their jaws dropped. "Mind if I play some stuff and let me know what you think?" They smiled, keen on being able to connect with me for once. They put down their controllers and formed a semi-circle as my audience. <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>><<set $HS.soloSuccess = $HS.soloSuccess + $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value>>The TV that had remained on -- Pause screen and idle tones playing -- quickly was shut off. Ethan scrambling as soon as I had gotten through a verse. "What...draft is this?" "Uh, first...ish?" They nodded to each other and motioned for me to continue. When I wrapped, they applauded. Being them, though, of course they had comments and critiques, but I could tell I impressed them. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt -2>><<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 1>><<set $HS.soloSuccess ++>><<else>><<set $HS.soloSuccess -->><</if>>They had left the TV on, the Pause screen and idle tones combating with my fledgling performance, but they nodded along and I got a few thigh slaps. A smattering of applause when I finished my set, they immediately dove into comments and critiques. I guess I shouldn't have expected more out of them. <<else>><<set $HS.soloSuccess = $HS.soloSuccess - $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value>>They had left the TV on, the Pause screen and idle music couldn't have been more at odds with what I was playing or more contentious with my focus. I barely got through one song and then they clambered back over to what they were doing before, "It's a good start!" Shit. Even fans in hand weren't sold. <</if>> With their notes, it took a month in total or so until I was content with what I had put together, but at least [[I had my songs|HS002 - MusicSolo2]]. And they were //mine//. <</replace>><</link>>? It could be tailored to my voice and my experience, but it'd have to be //good// to get anyone to perk up.<br> Or did I appeal to the brilliance on my walls and on my playlists and pull from <<link "songs that were popular">><<replace "#music">><<set $HS.musicOriginal = false>><<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 2>><<set $HS.soloSuccess ++>><<else>><<set $HS.soloSuccess -->><</if>>I dug through discography, starting of course with my own library and branching out into my favorites' favorites. Their idols and inspiration. On the shoulders of giants and whatnot. And then I cross-referenced as best I could with karaoke lists, playlists you'd hear at coffee shops and wherever -- what did people enjoy listening to? It was like Venn Diagrams were being created in my brain. There were so. many. songs. out there. But eventually, I pulled together my 'Cover Canon,' some great oldies like Nightingale by Carole King, a Kate Bush tribute, You Know I'm No Good by Amy (RIP), a Lorde, an Adele -- which was a stretch, I know -- and a Lana thrown in for good measure. And there it was, a set that would work, I liked and people would hopefully ''love''. I began practicing, and I'm sure the monotony of hearing the same skrelting from my bedroom might have driven everyone else in the house [[absolutely mad|HS002 - MusicSolo2]]. <</replace>><</link>>? I wouldn't be the first to do it, but even the most established artists did covers of their idols.<br> I could also reach out to a <<link "local label">><<replace "#music">><<set $HS.musicOriginal = true>><<set _demo = 0>>Nervously I waited for an email back. I had shot over a demo of me singing some Elton John, a headshot, and a quick and bubbly snippet about my desire to perform. Ugh, that kinda sounds insipid, doesn't it. The number of unread ticked up, I checked the inbox habitually, and clicked the boldest email at the top of the screen. Shit, here goes. "<<print $CC.name>>, Thank you for taking the time to send over your demo to us. We're always looking for new, interesting talent.<<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set _demo ++>> We're all in agreement, you certainly have a great vibe.<</if>><<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 1>><<set _demo ++>> You have an instinct for nuanced and personal delivery in your singing.<</if>><<if $Confidence gt 1>><<set _demo ++>> We were impressed at your steadiness with the material. It's difficult to try and do a master like Sir Elton and have some 'imposter' shine through.<</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>><<set _demo ++>> Your vocal quality is particularly interesting -- it made us all perk up.<</if>> <<if _demo gte 3>><<set $HS.label = true>>We're quite interested in having you come down to our studio and seeing what we can collaborate on." And then there was an address and appointment time. Not an offer of times. A single time they expected me to be there. I may have skipped school the next couple of days, headed out to a park and worked on another cover, some LSD to get ready for an in-person. And just like that, sans a few days of classes, I was [[walking up to an office|HS002 - MusicSolo2]] of a true-blue label for a ''meeting''. <<elseif _demo is 2>>We'd like to hear what you can do with something new. We've attached some sheet music, demo vocals, and the necessary legal documentation. Work on these pieces and let us know when you'll be performing. We look forward to it." Wow. Okay. Cool. Wow. Okay...I had music, I had to practice, perform and impress. [[Simple enough right|HS002 - MusicSolo2]]? <<else>><<set $HS.musicOriginal = false>><<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 2>><<set $HS.soloSuccess ++>><<else>><<set $HS.soloSuccess -->><</if>>Thank you, again, for your submission, but at this time we will not be moving forward with you on our label. Best of luck." Fuck. I cried. For sure, I cried. Shot my shot, right? And then I dug in and tried to [[put together a set list|HS002 - MusicSolo2]] as best I could. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> and see if there was a producer with an opening and some music waiting for an artist. I'd have to impress them and who knows the quality of what they had or how they sold it.</div><</linkreplace>><<if $HS.label == true>><<set $CC.memories.push("Signed By a Label")>>It felt a little like a Western film, guitar strapped to my back, but I guess this was normal for arteests like myself. Aspiring artist? As I was buzzed in, I firmed up my conviction: Artist. I don't know what I was expecting from the space, and had no real idea if there was much money in producing and being a label, but the office certainly didn't belie any hidden wealth. There were two guys, one ancient, one probably not much older than myself, and a bedraggled woman in her middle-age hunched over desks and their motley assortment of laptops as I tried to get the neck of my guitar in the door. Papa Bear, Mama Bear, Baby Bear is what my brain immediately assigned them. "<<print $CC.name>>." Came Baby, not looking up from his screen. I think I heard the creak of Papa's bones as he lifted himself from his desk, eyes still downcast on a set of papers. Mama didn't react. Papa motioned over to a small stool in the corner and then tugged a packet free from a stack -- all of this while continuing his previous reading. I hustled over, not even commenting on my name being announced. I plopped down into the chair -- it squeaked, probably like everything else in here -- and I shifted my instrument to my lap as I watched them each come over at their own pace, and all bringing other things with them. Papa and papers, Mama and a recording device, and Baby with his computer. Their chairs squeaked into place around me in a disjointed semi-circle. "Thanks for coming down. Like what we said in our email, we are interested in possibly pursuing a commercial relationship with you--" Baby plucked the packet from Papa and handed it to me, a pen included. "Some standard NDAs, releases, etc. Feel free to take it home and look it over, but we'll need signatures if we decide to continue together." I nodded, giving a cursory flip through the dense text and then setting it down on the worn carpet. "This is Gerard, the G, R and D in our label. That's Florence--" "Like the Machine!" Baby gave me a perfunctory chuckle, but I could tell it was neither a good joke, nor one they hadn't heard before. "And I'm Clay. So. What do you have for us today?" "Lake Street Dive." Mama -- Florence -- nodded with a hmm that I wasn't about to try and decode. I swung up my guitar, strummed and, "Obviously, we're at the beginning of something..." I must have blacked out because all of a sudden, it was, "We'll see what happens but I hope we will never be apart. Oh, yeahhh..." I trailed off, hand strumming while syncopating the beat against the guitar. "Really well suited to your voice," Florence. "New." Clay. "With levels and understanding what she hadn't shown us before, right for this intimate venue and lack of instruments..." Gerard. They all nodded, "Great. Go home. Sign those papers and we'll set you up with a first gig and we'll see how it goes." He stood. She stood. Clay stood. After a moment, I stood. Back at the desks, the bears were back to work and I headed out. My heart dropped until as I reached for the handle, all of them in unison, they lifted their heads and smiled. I walked outside, calmly and deliberate. And then [[screamed|HS002 - MusicGig][$HS.soloSuccess += 4]]! <<else>> I did some searching online, asked around, even tried to walk into coffee shops guitar strapped to my back and see if they hired music. I was really pounding the pavement. Song catalog, guitar, voice...I had everything lined up except a place to sing. And I wasn't going to be content busking in <<print $CC.friend1>>'s garage. My feet hurt, I was discouraged, but I ventured on. And it was worth it, because in my wanderings downtown I happened across <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>Webster Hall<<elseif $CC.hometown == "WA">>Paramount Theatre<<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">>The Crossing<<elseif $CC.hometown == "LA">>The Roxy Theatre<<else>> a small venue called "The Stage" -- uninspired as it was --<</if>> that was holding a 'Battle of the Bands'. Intrigued, I checked out the rules and there was a section for solo acts. Well, it wasn't //paying// unless I won, but it was a place to //play//. I signed up that afternoon. I was surprised to see more than a cash prize on the table: a deal with a record label. There was also coaching and studio time to record a demo for the runner-up. Without anything to my name, it'd be hard to get gigs beyond playing for The Boys in that garage. Winning this could be a game changer. The direct competition was a bit unnerving, but I [[believed|HS002 - SoloBattle]] in myself.<</if>>/* IMAGE : Playing a huge venue */ <<set $CC.memories.push("Opened for Sara Morales")>><<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> It was an unbearable week between the meeting and when Clay called me up. There was an act coming through town that was without its opener...would I be willing to jump in? Uh. Fuck. Yes? I turned inward. I played and played and practiced til my fingers ached. I skipped school to spend more time on my set and how I'd perform it. I told //everyone// about the gig, trying to play it off that I could get them tickets to see a fun performer coming through town, but there was a bit of pride and watching their reaction as well when I said I'd be opening for them. And then, it was the night. I ambled down with my guitar, stomach weak, palms sweaty -- you get it. After struggling through a sound check that I strained to understand, followed by an agonizing, too-long wait in a dingy dressing room, it was showtime. As I stepped onto a //massive// stage for a solo act, I had a sick feeling of dread churning in my stomach. It was a big, dark venue and so it felt as though no one was out there. We'd been told there were ''hundreds'' of people here. For a second, it felt like we'd be playing to an empty room. Then <<print $CC.FName>> woo'd from somewhere past the bright lights. Other voices followed suit and I began to notice familiar faces peeking up at the stage. Where //I// was. Oh, shit. "I'm <<print $CC.name>>...<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>..." Shit. Too late to back out. I began to fret, stepping into to the microphone and <<linkexpand "opened my mouth...">>opened my mouth, dropping into it and belting out as I strummed. <<if $HS.soloSuccess gt 11>>My melody line danced out of the club's PA. I'd been staring intently at my fretboard, but looked up to see <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<print $CC.FName>> making broad gesticulations and mouthing something to me. That's when I realized that not only was I flashing the audience, her insistence on letting me know was bringing more attention to my <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>smooth pussy<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bush">>hidden slit<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>hair pointing to the slit<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>show of pubic maturity<</if>>. A quick cross of my legs, but I missed a beat and the right chord. I could hear the chuckle from the audience...and some clapping.<<else>><<print $CC.FName>> smiling and nodding.<</if>> Yet somehow, her grin encouraged me, and I felt a surge of confidence. I was fucking nailing it! Thirty minutes later, I climbed down off the stage, a huge grin on my face. Somehow, everything went...right? I couldn't wait to see the videos that people had recorded. I felt like I was just steps from being a rock star. The rest of the night was a blur -- hanging with friends, family, and random metalheads. One guy from the audience told me that he ''loved'' me, but I wasn't quite sure his motivations. Yet, in the midst of hanging out with everyone, I felt a tug at my elbow and, about to give Andrew a hug for being there for me, I noticed he was making pointed looks to a man standing nearby. "Uh, hey." I said, impressive opening. "I'm Willy, I was on the judging panel. You really rocked it, tonight." I beamed, he didn't say anything else but he handed me his business card! I didn't know how to respond, I had a label, but I wasn't going to deny the compliment. Later on, I got to meet Sara Morales backstage. She really had killed it and was effusive about how I had opened for her. I felt over the moon and really encouraged to keep trying. She told me stories about how she had started and she was only in her early twenties. And then...it was over. I got a call from Papa Bear, Gerard, complimenting what I had done and it was Florence who told me they'd line up more acts, at least at little clubs and shops around town. And that I could come down and pick up my very first cut check at the end of the week. And then a good job. It was Clay from then on out. I had put on a fucking show, but now I couldn't distract myself from [[school life|HS002 - PromDress]] any longer. <<else>> My melody line danced out of the club's PA. I'd been staring intently at my fretboard, but looked up to see <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<print $CC.FName>> making broad gesticulations and mouthing something to me. That's when I realized that not only was I flashing the audience, her insistence on letting me know was bringing more attention to my <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>smooth pussy<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bush">>hidden slit<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>arrow of hair pointing down<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>sign of pubic maturity<</if>>. A quick cross of my legs, but I missed a beat and the right chord. I could hear the chuckle from the audience...and some clapping.<<else>><<print $CC.FName>> smiling and nodding.<</if>> Yet somehow, her grin encouraged me, and I felt a surge of confidence. I was fucking nailing it! Thirty minutes later, I climbed down off the stage, a huge grin on my face. Somehow, everything went...right? I couldn't wait to see the videos that people had recorded. I felt like I was just steps from being a rock star. The rest of the night was a blur -- hanging with friends, family, and random metalheads. One guy from the audience told me that he ''loved'' me, but I wasn't quite sure his motivations. Yet, in the midst of hanging out with everyone, I felt a tug at my elbow and, about to give Andrew a hug for being there for me, I noticed he was making pointed looks to a man standing nearby. "Uh, hey." I said, impressive opening. "I'm Willy, I was on the judging panel. You really rocked it, tonight." I beamed, he didn't say anything else but he handed me his business card! I didn't know how to respond, I had a label, but I wasn't going to deny the compliment. Later on, I got to meet Sara Morales backstage. She really had killed it. She told me stories about how she had started and she was only in her early twenties. And then...it was over. I got a call from Clay a few days later thanking me for taking the gig and that there'd be a check for me and that they'd be in touch. I got my check, but they weren't in touch. Shit. I had put on a fucking show, but now I couldn't distract myself from [[school life|HS002 - PromDress]] any longer.<</if>><</linkexpand>>...<<nobr>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>> <<set $HS.soloSuccess += 2>> <</if>> <<set $HS.soloSuccess = $HS.soloSuccess + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value>> <<set $HS.sales = 6>> <<if $CC.dad == 0>> <<set $HS.sales ++>> <</if>> <<set $HS.sales = $HS.sales + $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> <</nobr>> I turned inward. I played and played and practiced til my fingers ached. I skipped school to spend more time on my set and how I'd perform it. The promoter had sent a wedge of 100 pre-sale tickets, and encouraged me to work my ass off selling them to my fans. Fans. I didn't have any fans yet, so even with my friends and acquaintances, this would be a challenge. The next few weeks saw a flurry of hustling. <<if $CC.mother == "family">><<set $HS.sales += 2>>My big brother and sister both bought tickets<</if>><<print $CC.FName>> and some of her crew agreed to come, and to bring some friends. It seemed like the lamest thing in the world for me to invite my ''family'' to a __rock__ show, but we needed the numbers, so I asked <<print $CC.MName>> and <<print $CC.DName>><<if $CC.dad == 0>>. Even, <<print $CC.EDName>>, a<<else>>. A<</if>>ll were __overly__ eager to attend. And 'help'. It was incredibly difficult selling gig tickets. The important tests and papers were due for the year, Prom Committee was in session, dork conventions -- there were reasons aplenty to be busy. But I worked hard, and I managed to sell <<print $HS.sales>> tickets to the show. Not quite 100, was it. Having a bigger crowd would impress the judges and give me a much broader cheering section. How would I close the gap? <div id ="sales"><<link "Play at school">><<replace "#sales">><<set $HS.sales = $HS.sales + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>>Surprisingly, it was during a detention that I was able to finagle a lunchtime performance slot for <<print $HS.bandName>>. Principal Mark was receptive enough and 'glad to know I had that outlet'. I was fucking //nervous// to be playing in front of people who knew me, who razzed me, who would never forget this. But I insisted it to myself that it was great practice. The acoustics of the school mall concrete walls and metal lockers weren't great for the sound, but I definitely convinced some people that the earlier ticket sales was for a real gig. I felt more at ease now, shaken some of my demons and gotten some live errors out of the way, all that was left was to [[practice and play|HS002 - SoloBattle2]] <</replace>><</link>>? <<link "Plaster promo posters">><<replace "#sales">><<set $HS.sales = $HS.sales + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value + $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value - $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value - $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value>>I conscripted <<print $CC.FName>> to be our photographer and we spent an afternoon in our full regalia. For them, it was essentially their day-to-day clothes. For me, I was slutting it up. Posing as if I was playing, and I strutted in front of her, mostly with my guitar out of the way. I showed off leg, cleavage, stomach...as much bare skin as possible. There was a reason girls made for great performers -- a pin-up is a pin-up. We converted the best pics into posters and some social media and spent the next couple days spreading them over the school, near the venue and coffee shops. I did not put my number on the tear tags, thankfully <<print $CC.friend1>> was willing to field the pervy requests for tickets. All that was left was to [[practice and play|HS002 - SoloBattle2]]. <</replace>><</link>> with myself front-and-center...and showing off? [[Go with what I had|HS002 - SoloBattle2][$Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++]] and focus on practicing?</div> And then, it was the night. I ambled down with my guitar, stomach weak, palms sweaty -- you get it. After struggling through a sound check that I strained to understand, followed by an agonizing, too-long wait in a dingy dressing room, it was showtime. As I stepped onto a //massive// stage for a solo act, I had a sick feeling of dread churning in my stomach. The promoter, as I passed, commented that he was <<if $HS.sales < 20>><<set $HS.soloSuccess -->>very underwhelmed by my part of the door<<elseif $HS.sales < 40>>thankful for my part of the door<<else>><<set $HS.soloSuccess ++>>sincerely grateful for my work to bring people in<</if>>. It was a big, dark venue and so it felt as though no one was out there. We'd been told there were more than <<set $HS.sales = $HS.sales + 100>><<print $HS.sales>> people here. For a second, it felt like we'd be playing to an empty room. Then <<print $CC.FName>> woo'd from somewhere past the bright lights. Other voices followed suit and I began to notice familiar faces peeking up at the stage. Where //I// was. Oh, shit. "I'm <<print $CC.name>>...<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>..." Shit. Too late to back out. I began to fret, stepping into to the microphone and <<linkexpand "opened my mouth...">>opened my mouth, dropping into it and belting out as I strummed. <<if $HS.soloSuccess gt 10>>My melody line danced out of the club's PA. I'd been staring intently at my fretboard, but looked up to see <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<print $CC.FName>> making broad gesticulations and mouthing something to me. That's when I realized that not only was I flashing the audience, her insistence on letting me know was bringing more attention to my <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>smooth pussy<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bush">>hidden slit<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>arrow of hair pointing down<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>sign of pubic maturity<</if>>. A quick cross of my legs, but I missed a beat and the right chord. I could hear the chuckle from the audience...and some clapping.<<else>><<print $CC.FName>> smiling and nodding.<</if>> Yet somehow, her grin encouraged me, and I felt a surge of confidence. I was fucking nailing it! Thirty minutes later, I climbed down off the stage, a huge grin on my face. Somehow, everything went...right? I couldn't wait to see the videos that people had recorded. I felt like I was just steps from being a rock star. The rest of the night was a blur -- hanging with friends, family, and random metalheads; waiting anxiously for the judges to deliver their verdict. In the end, I won second place, coming in behind a slicker little hottie in her twenties, Sara Morales. It meant I wouldn't win the record contract, but it encouraged me to keep trying and maybe utilize that studio time and record something. One guy from the audience told me that he ''loved'' me, but I wasn't quite sure his motivations. Yet, in the midst of hanging out with everyone, I felt a tug at my elbow and, about to give Andrew a hug for being there for me, I noticed he was making pointed looks to a man standing nearby. "Uh, hey." I said, impressive opening. "I'm Willy, I was on the judging panel. You really rocked it, tonight." I beamed, he didn't say anything else but he handed me his business card! And then...it was over. I had put on a fucking show, but now I couldn't distract myself from [[school life|HS002 - PromDress]] any longer. <<else>> My melody line danced out of the club's PA. I'd been staring intently at my fretboard, but looked up to see <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<print $CC.FName>> making broad gesticulations and mouthing something to me. That's when I realized that not only was I flashing the audience, her insistence on letting me know was bringing more attention to my <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>smooth pussy<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bush">>hidden slit<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>arrow of hair pointing down<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>sign of pubic maturity<</if>>. A quick cross of my legs, but I missed a beat and the right chord. I could hear the chuckle from the audience...and some clapping.<<else>><<print $CC.FName>> smiling and nodding.<</if>> Yet somehow, her grin encouraged me, and I felt a surge of confidence. I was fucking nailing it! Thirty minutes later, I climbed down off the stage, a huge grin on my face. Somehow, everything went...right? I couldn't wait to see the videos that people had recorded. I felt like I was just steps from being a rock star. The rest of the night was a blur -- hanging with friends, family, and random metalheads; waiting anxiously for the judges to deliver their verdict. It meant I wouldn't win the record contract, but it encouraged me to keep trying and maybe utilize that studio time and record something. One guy from the audience told me that he ''loved'' me, but I wasn't quite sure his motivations. In the end, I placed fourth out of ten acts -- not what I'd hoped for, but not dead last. It meant I wouldn't win the studio time or the record contract, but everybody still encouraged me to keep trying. And then...it was over. I had put on a fucking show, but now I couldn't distract myself from [[school life|HS002 - PromDress]] any longer.<</if>><</linkexpand>>/* IMAGE: Band setup */ <<set $HS.bandWin = $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> <div id = "band">As I sat on the beat-up couch in <<print $CC.friend1>>'s garage, I mulled over how cliché the whole idea was. I hadn't opened my mouth yet -- watching them fight over what was better: Nacho Cheese or Cool Ranch -- but would we really be a garage band? Was that lame? It certainly didn't lend any cred or novelty to whatever we would be. "Cool Ranch." Not a deciding vote, but the fact that I had weighed in shocked them to rapt attention. "So, I just got like, this new guitar and I was really thinking about, like...starting a band?" "With who?" came the response in stereo. Were they dense or was my //idea// that dumb? I let the question linger, hoping my non-response would let them figure it out. Ethan was the first to visibly register, "Dude, with me? With us?" He corrected, "I mean, do you guys even play?" And they dove back into argument. I laughed, because I knew that it meant they were <<link "down">><<replace "#band">>down. Ethan was keen to show off on the drums, he made out like it was for us, but I think it was mostly for me. He wasn't bad. <<print $CC.friend1>> could play guitar as well, but they all agreed I should be front and center...and since I didn't //have// a bass, well, he'd be willing to lend a hand there. Andrew had taken piano growing up, so he pulled out his electric keyboard from the attic -- his Mom was more than happy for a renewed interest. Once I felt confident in us actually forming, my brain started to kick around names. Surely, we'd need a name...what about <<textbox "$HS.bandName" "Eggplant Abuse">>. Cool. I'd mention it later. Now we just had to whip this rag-tag group into a mean [[rocking machine|HS002 - MusicBand2]].<</replace>><</link>></div> Our usual gaming and hangout sessions quickly shifted into band practice. We began to find our rhythm and, just like what kind of Doritos was best, eventually aligned on what we'd even play. It'd be covers and with a little give and take, we agreed on a 'demo' list. And then, like it was the most important thing in the world, we got into a fight over the name. "Naked Tuna!" Ethan screamed for the fiftieth time. "Dude. The Flying Fuck is funny." Drew sighed and shook his head. <<print $CC.friend1>>, comfortable and grinning with the contest, kicked out another name that was completely different than his last suggestion, "Indiscreet Priori" "What. Does. That even //mean//?" Ethan was red in the face. I needed to step in. I would make the decision. <div id="bandname"><<link "Naked Tuna">><<replace "#bandname">><<set $HS.bandName = "Naked Tuna">><<set $HS.bandWin -->>"<<print $HS.bandName>>." Andrew glowered, <<print $CC.friend1>> shrugged. "//Thank// you, <<print $CC.name>>!" Ethan cheered, dropping onto the couch beside <<print $CC.friend1>> and I. "Well, we got a name. Now what?" They all looked to me. I had initiated the idea. I had just decided the band name. I guess I was leading us. I __was__ the lead singer. "So -- now don't kill me -- but I ''did'' see this poster down at <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>Webster Hall<<elseif $CC.hometown == "WA">>Paramount Theatre<<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">>The Crossing<<elseif $CC.hometown == "LA">>The Roxy Theatre<<else>>"The Stage"<</if>> that's doing...a battle of the bands?" Andrew's mouth practically dropped open in disbelief. <<print $CC.friend1>> gave me a thump on my arm, "Sick." Ethan jumped up from the couch, [[cheering again|HS002 - BandBattle]], "<<print $HS.bandName>>!"<</replace>><</link>> <<link "The Flying Fuck">><<replace "#bandname">><<set $HS.bandName = "The Flying Fuck">>"<<print $HS.bandName>>." Ethan glowered, <<print $CC.friend1>> shrugged. "//Thank// you, <<print $CC.name>>!" Andrew cheered, dropping onto the couch beside <<print $CC.friend1>> and I. "Well, we got a name. Now what?" They all looked to me. I had initiated the idea. I had just decided the band name. I guess I was leading us. I __was__ the lead singer. "So -- now don't kill me -- but I ''did'' see this poster down at <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>Webster Hall<<elseif $CC.hometown == "WA">>Paramount Theatre<<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">>The Crossing<<elseif $CC.hometown == "LA">>The Roxy Theatre<<else>>"The Stage"<</if>> that's doing...a battle of the bands?" Ethan's mouth practically dropped open in disbelief. <<print $CC.friend1>> gave me a thump on my arm, "Sick." Drew jumped up from the couch, cheering again, "[[$HS.bandName|HS002 - BandBattle]]!" <</replace>><</link>> <<link "The Indiscreet Priori">><<replace "#bandname">><<set $HS.bandName = "The Indiscreet Priori">><<set $HS.bandWin ++>>"<<print $HS.bandName>>." Andrew and Ethan glowered, <<print $CC.friend1>>'s head flicked back, guffawing loudly. "Sick!" It took a solid minute before he stopped laughing. Triumphant? Surprised? Both, probably. "Well, we got a name. Now what?" They all looked to me. I had initiated the idea. I had just decided the band name. I guess I was leading us. I __was__ the lead singer. "So -- now don't kill me -- but I ''did'' see this poster down at <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>Webster Hall<<elseif $CC.hometown == "WA">>Paramount Theatre<<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">>The Crossing<<elseif $CC.hometown == "LA">>The Roxy Theatre<<else>>"The Stage"<</if>> that's doing...a battle of the bands?" Andrew's mouth practically dropped open in disbelief. Ethan grunted and got up, moving over to the drums, squaring up to start to play. <<print $CC.friend1>> gave me a thump on my arm, "[[$HS.bandName|HS002 - BandBattle]]!" <</replace>><</link>> The name I already had in my head: <<print $HS.bandName>>...that'd do far better. Now to <<link "sell it...">><<replace "#bandname">><<set $HS.bandWin += 2>>"<<print $HS.bandName>>." Andrew turned his head, dog-like, as he considered. <<print $CC.friend1>> nodded, lips pursed. "That's actually better than Naked Tuna." Ethan surprisingly gave in, dropping onto the couch beside <<print $CC.friend1>> and I. "Well, we got a name. Now what?" They all looked to me. I had initiated the idea. I had just came up with our band name. I guess I was leading us. I __was__ the lead singer. "So -- now don't kill me -- but I ''did'' see this poster down at <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>Webster Hall<<elseif $CC.hometown == "WA">>Paramount Theatre<<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">>The Crossing<<elseif $CC.hometown == "LA">>The Roxy Theatre<<else>>"The Stage"<</if>> that's doing...a battle of the bands?" Andrew's mouth practically dropped open in disbelief. <<print $CC.friend1>> gave me a thump on my arm, "Sick." Ethan jumped up from the couch, cheering again, "[[$HS.bandName|HS002 - BandBattle]]!" <</replace>><</link>></div>/* IMAGE: Playing a huge venue */ <<set $HS.sales = 8>> <<if $CC.dad == 0>><<set $HS.sales ++>><</if>> <<set $HS.sales = $HS.sales + $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> We signed up that afternoon. They were surprised to see more than a cash prize on the table: a deal with a record label. There was also coaching and studio time to record a demo for the runner-up. All of us agreed that without anything to our name, it'd be hard to get gigs beyond playing for our classmates out of this garage. Winning this could be a game changer. The promoter sent a wedge of 100 pre-sale tickets, and encouraged us to work our asses off selling them to our fans. Fans. We didn't have any fans yet, so even with our myriad of friends and acquaintances, this would be a challenge. The next few weeks saw a flurry of hustling from the four of us. <<if $CC.mother == "family">><<set $HS.sales += 2>>My big brother and sister both bought tickets<</if>><<print $CC.FName>> and some of her crew agreed to come, and to bring some friends. It seemed like the lamest thing in the world for a band to invite all their ''parents'' to a //rock// show, but we needed the numbers, so I asked <<print $CC.MName>> and <<print $CC.DName>>. <<if $CC.dad == 0>>Even, <<print $CC.EDName>><</if>> all were __overly__ eager to attend. And 'help'. It was incredibly difficult selling gig tickets. The important tests and papers were due for the year, Prom Committee was in session, dork conventions, there were reasons aplenty to be busy. But we worked hard, and <<print $HS.bandName>> managed to sell <<print $HS.sales>> tickets to the show. Not quite 100, was it. Having a bigger crowd would impress the judges and give us a much broader cheering section. How would we close the gap? <div id ="sales"><<link "Play at school">><<replace "#sales">><<set $HS.sales = $HS.sales + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>>Surprisingly, it was during a detention that I was able to finagle a lunchtime performance slot for <<print $HS.bandName>>. Principal Mark was receptive enough and 'glad to know I had that outlet'. The guys seemed quite nervous to be playing in front of people who knew them, who razzed them, who would never forget this. But I insisted it was a great practice for us. They hunkered down and we rocked it out. The acoustics of the school mall concrete walls and metal lockers weren't great for the sound, but we definitely convinced some people that the earlier ticket sales was for a real gig. The Boys also seemed more at ease now, shaken some of their demons and gotten some live errors out of the way, all that was left was to [[practice and play|HS002 - BandBattle2]] <</replace>><</link>>? <<link "Plaster promo posters">><<replace "#sales">><<set $HS.sales = $HS.sales + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value + $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value - $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value - $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value>>I conscripted <<print $CC.FName>> to be our photographer and we spent an afternoon in our full regalia. For them, it was essentially their day-to-day clothes. For me, I was slutting it up. Posing as if we were playing, and I strutted in front of them, mostly with my guitar out of the way. I showed off leg, cleavage, stomach...as much bare skin as possible. There was a reason Rock Girls made for great front 'men'. We converted the best pics into posters and some social media and spent the next couple days spreading them over the school, near the venue and coffee shops. I did not put my number on the tear tags, thankfully <<print $CC.friend1>> was willing to field the pervy requests for tickets. All that was left was to [[practice and play|HS002 - BandBattle2]]. <</replace>><</link>> with myself front-and-center...and showing off? [[Go with what we had|HS002 - BandBattle2]]?</div><<set $HS.testScore -->> The preparation's hectic -- rehearsing, songwriting and selling tickets, all while pulling the Boys away from working on their upcoming exams -- I certainly was putting them on the bottom of the stack. We were all feeling the pressure, but Ethan and Drew were taking it out on each other, clashing over every single decision. And when they fought, not only was I frustrated, but <<print $CC.friend1>> seemed ready to drop his bass and get back to Bass Fishing Pro. Leaning over to <<print $CC.friend1>>, I whispered, "Go take a break." He nodded, clearly thankful and left the garage. Ethan and Andrew seemed completely ensconced in their argument and didn't notice him depart, or me moving over to the garage door control. They both looked shocked as it began to rumble and roll down. It was time to convince them. But how. <div id = "fight"><<link "Lay down the law">><<replace "#fight">><<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value>><<set $HS.bandCohesion = true>>//I// ran this show. "Guys. Come on. We're //so// close." I hit a cymbal and mashed a nasty cord. I looked at each of them. "But we're not going to get there like this." "Then //he// needs to keep a steady beat." Andrew jabbed at Ethan. "Maybe if I could tell what part of the song we were at, melody man." Ethan came right back. "Guys!" I shook my head. "Ready for some tough love? Ethan. You're the pace. But listen to <<print $CC.friend1>>, he'll keep you on track. Drew, you can't be improvising. You know what to play. Play. It." They thought. Nodded. After a beat, I got up, kissed each of them on the cheek, "Thanks." And grabbed <<print $CC.friend1>>. They [[settled down|HS002 - TheBattle]]. <<else>><<set $HS.bandCohesion = false>> //I// ran this show. "Guys. Come on. We're //so// close." I hit a cymbal and mashed a nasty cord. I looked at each of them. "But we're not going to get there like this." "Then //he// needs to keep a steady beat." Andrew jabbed at Ethan. "Maybe if I could tell what part of the song we were at, melody man." Ethan came right back. "Guys!" I shook my head. "Ready for some tough love? Ethan. You're the pace. But listen to <<print $CC.friend1>>, he'll keep you on track. Drew, you can't be improvising. You know what to play. Play. It." I could see them broiling from my comments. They glared at me. "They won't notice us with you screeching like a Banshee." Andrew cut back. "Can't even do a stage walk to save her life." Ethan rolled his eyes. Tears came. "Thanks." I sauntered off, hearing them squabbling behind me. <<print $CC.friend1>> looked surprised to see me with glistening cheeks. I shrugged and brought him back to play. Maybe we all needed tough love. We [[powered through|HS002 - TheBattle]].<</if>> <</replace>><</link>>? /* TODO Mira - here's an option that only appears based on stats and traits */ <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>><<link "Give them something else">><<replace "#fight">><<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set $HS.bandCohesion = true>>"Guys. Come on. We're //so// close." I dropped down to the carpet in front of them. Pleadingly, I looked at each of them. "But we're not going to get there like this." "Then //he// needs to keep a steady beat." Andrew jabbed at Ethan. "Maybe if I could tell what part of the song we were at, melody man." Ethan came right back. "Guys!" My top was off, tits out. I cocked my head to the side and smiled. "There. Now that you're thinking about something else--" "Can...I feel?" Ethan asked. I glared. "Oh, come on." "//If// you both promise to get your act together. Our act." He nodded emphatically. I stood up and moved over to them, trying to bear it as they took one a piece and played with them for a few moments. Awkwardly, I tried to pull my top back on and end the playtime so we could actually play. "Don't tell <<print $CC.friend1>>." They both laughed and nodded. "Thanks." I sauntered off, hearing them squabbling behind me. <<print $CC.friend1>> looked surprised to see me with glistening cheeks. I shrugged and brought him back to play. I hoped that was a one-off. I hoped that would work. Maybe I shouldn't have breached the barrier of friendship. We [[powered through|HS002 - TheBattle]]. <<else>><<set $HS.bandCohesion = false>> "Guys. Come on. We're //so// close." I dropped down to the carpet in front of them. Pleadingly, I looked at each of them. "But we're not going to get there like this." "Then //he// needs to keep a steady beat." Andrew jabbed at Ethan. "Maybe if I could tell what part of the song we were at, melody man." Ethan came right back. "Guys!" My top was off, tits out. I cocked my head to the side and smiled. "There. Now that you're thinking about something else--" "You gonna do that during the show? Might actually get us to win." Ethan laughed and smiled, giving Drew a high-five. "Better than anything else she's doing." Drew gave Ethan one back. Tears came. "Thanks." I sauntered off, hearing them squabbling behind me. <<print $CC.friend1>> looked surprised to see me with glistening cheeks. I shrugged and brought him back to play. Maybe I shouldn't have breached the barrier of friendship. We [[powered through|HS002 - TheBattle]].<</if>> <</replace>><</link>> to think about?<</if>> <<link "Appeal to their friendship">><<replace "#fight">><<set $HS.bandCohesion = true>>"Guys. Come on. We're //so// close." I dropped down to the carpet in front of them. Pleadingly, I looked at each of them. "But we're not going to get there like this." "Then //he// needs to keep a steady beat." Andrew jabbed at Ethan. "Maybe if I could tell what part of the song we were at, melody man." Ethan came right back. "Guys!" I shook my head. "Weren't we friends?" "We...are." Andrew said slowly, a part of his brain activating. Ethan nodded. "So. Can we all just take a step back, think about ''that'' first? Maybe focus on the band as a whole, us as a team, The Boys rocking it out with me? Probably...//probably// you're both right?" They thought. Nodded. After a beat, I got up, kissed each of them on the cheek, "Thanks." And grabbed <<print $CC.friend1>>. They [[settled down|HS002 - TheBattle]].<</replace>><</link>>?</div><<if $HS.bandCohesion == true>><<set $HS.bandWin ++>><<set $CC.memories.push("Nearly won Battle of the Bands")>>We crammed in practice sessions more and more as the date came upon us. We skipped school fully that last day.<<else>>We practiced less and less as the date approached, but I managed to get us all together enough that we didn't bail on the competition entirely.<<set $HS.bandWin -= 2>><</if>> Suddenly, it was the night of the show, and <<print $HS.bandName>> was the opening act! After struggling through a sound check that none of us really understood, followed by an agonizing, too-long wait in a dingy dressing room, it was showtime. I followed Andrew out onto the massive stage, a sick feeling of dread churning in my stomach. The promoter commented that he was <<if $HS.sales < 20>><<set $HS.bandWin -->>very underwhelmed by our part of the door<<elseif $HS.sales < 40>>thankful for our part of the door<<else>><<set $HS.bandWin ++>>sincerely grateful for our work to bring people in<</if>>. It was a big, dark venue and so it felt as though no one was out there. We'd been told there were more than <<set $HS.sales = $HS.sales + 100>><<print $HS.sales>> people here. For a second, it felt like we'd be playing to an empty room. Then <<print $CC.FName>> woo'd from somewhere past the bright lights. Other voices followed suit and I began to notice familiar faces peeking up at the stage. Where we were. Where //I// was. Oh, shit. "We are <<print $HS.bandName>>," Ethan snarled into the mic. "Hit it!" He smashed his hi-hat cymbal four times, hard and fast, and it was too late to back out. I began to fret, stepping up to the microphone and <<linkexpand "opened my mouth...">>opened my mouth, dropping into it and screaming out as I strummed. <<if $HS.bandWin gt 11>>My melody line danced out of the club's PA, perfectly locked in to Ethan's pounding tom-tom beat. <<print $CC.friend1>>'s bass a monster underlying it all. I'd been staring intently at my fretboard, but looked up to see Andrew nodding at me intently, his hands driving away at the keys. His grin encouraged me, and I felt a surge of confidence. We were fucking nailing it! Thirty minutes later, we climbed down off the stage, a huge grin on my face. Somehow, everything went...right? -- especially Andrew's keyboard solo. I couldn't wait to see the videos that people had recorded. That night? We felt like we were just steps from being a rock star. The rest of it was a blur -- selling 'merch'; hanging with friends, family, and random metalheads; waiting anxiously for the judges to deliver their verdict. In the end <<print $HS.bandName>> won second place, coming in behind a slicker rock band in their twenties called The Peepos. It meant we wouldn't win the record contract, but it encouraged us to keep trying and maybe utilize that studio time and record something. One guy from the audience told me that he ''loved'' my band, but I wasn't quite sure his motivations -- especially given what I was wearing. Yet, in the midst of hanging out with everyone, I felt a tug at my elbow and Andrew was making pointed looks to a man standing nearby. "Uh, hey." I said, impressive opening. "I'm Willy, I was on the judging panel. You really rocked it, tonight." I beamed, he didn't say anything else but he handed me his business card! And then...it was over. We had put on a fucking show, but now we couldn't distract ourselves from [[school life|HS002 - PromDress]] any longer. <<else>>Ethan was counting us in way too fast. Everything felt like double time, but something's horribly wrong -- it takes me a few seconds to realize <<print $CC.friend1>> and I were playing a totally different song. Fuck, fuck, //fuck//! They had changed the set around, but with all the pressure, I just forgot! The dissonance sounded atrocious. Everyone was sharing a look of alarm, then <<print $CC.friend1>> took the initiative. He played some weird, horrible-sounding chords on his bass, making a big sonic mess, then Ethan grabs the cymbals and silence drops on the stage. A soft, "One, two, three, four," -- counting the song in again and we started over, playing together this time. The whole thing lasted less than five seconds, but it was a hell of a way to start off the biggest show of our life so far. Thirty minutes later, we climbed down off the stage, feeling an incredible sense of relief. That was tough, and our songs fell apart in a few more places -- especially Andrew's keyboard solo. But we made it through the whole set, and a part of me felt stronger for having survived this. Maybe it was then, but I've realized that the problems were way deeper than bumming a few notes. None of us could play very well, the songs were unoriginal, we didn't have our own sound, and nobody really liked our band. That night? We felt like we were just steps from being a rock star. The rest of the night was a blur -- selling 'merch'; hanging with friends, family, and random metalheads; waiting anxiously for the judges to deliver their verdict. In the end, <<print $HS.bandName>> placed third out of four bands -- not what we'd hoped for, but not dead last. It meant we wouldn't win the studio time or the record contract, but everybody still encouraged us to keep trying. And then...it was over. We had put on a fucking show, but now we couldn't distract ourselves from [[school life|HS002 - PromDress]] any longer.<</if>><</linkexpand>>...<<nobr>> <<outfit popular>> <<set $HS.promWin = $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> <<set $HS.promDate to ''>> <<if $CC.freetime == "partier" && $CC.hsv == "partier">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value += 2>> <</if>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "people" && $CC.hsv == "cheer">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value += 2>> <</if>> The first step was joining the Prom committee, which was simple enough. In theory. <br><br> <div id="sigs"> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 7>> I walked around school for, literally, one lunch period and had enough signatures to join the committee. Good sign! <br><br><br> Now I had to [[serve on the committee|HS002 - PromCommit]], prepare and plan Prom while seeing where the lines were drawn as far as my competition. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> It took me a couple of days, lunch periods, after school...had to to some persuading, but eventually I had enough signatures. Okay. There was work to be done. <br><br><br> Now I had to [[serve on the committee|HS002 - PromCommit]], prepare and plan Prom while seeing where the lines were drawn as far as my competition. <<else>> Woof. At the end of the week, I was well shy of the number of signatures I needed. Didn't realize I was this far behind the eight ball. <<crossroads #sigs>> <<path>> Maybe Prom Queen wasn't in the cards and I should reconsider ''where I put my effort'' <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<goto "HS001 - StoryArc">> <<path>> No giving up! Going to ''double-down''! <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <br> Ignoring whether or not I was annoying people, and cashing in whatever social capital I had, I followed up and found people impressed by my spirit and insistence. I did get the signatures by the deadline. <br><br><br> Now I had to [[serve on the committee|HS002 - PromCommit]], prepare and plan Prom while seeing where the lines were drawn as far as my competition. <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Dry Erase Board */ <<outfit popular>> The following Wednesday, lunchtime, the lauded Prom Committee of the year of our Lord...blah blah...commenced. Unsurprisingly, I was amidst my female peers, a couple of guys that were in varying states of the closet, and one guy that had designs on Harvard or Stanford -- everything was on his transcript. <br><br> "Okay, unwrap whatever you need to unwrap. No disruptions now that we have quorum." Also unsurprisingly, Ava was stepping in as committee chair without a vote being placed, or even everyone fully settled in for our first session. She came from the wealthiest family, had an air of pretention to beat the best of them, and had been on the Prom Committee since she was a Freshman. <br><br><br> <div id="chair"> Immediately, a crossroads: <<crossroads #chair>> <<path>> Make a ''motion to vote'' on committee chair. <<contents>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 3>> <<set $HS.chair = "MC">> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> <<scrollIntoView>> There were coughs around the room and Ava looked absolutely stunned at my raised hand and request. She tried to make me squirm with her looks and let the discomfort of the silence settle square on me before a vote happened. <br><br> It was close and I was grasping the edge of my seat as we came around the table, Ava getting the last vote but choosing to abstain when the quick math was done -- I would be Chair. <br><br> Despite losing, in the same breath with her abstention, Ava grabbed the reins as Secretary -- and from the minutes, of course -- stated the first item on our docket and focus for today's session: Theme. <br><br> Ava offered, [["Love Under the Sea"|HS002 - PromCommit2]]. Cool colors, fun gobos for lights, opportunities for decoration at all height levels. Mr. Overachiever threw out, [["Alma Maters"|HS002 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin --]]. Color scheme of their intended college. Sports, celebration, fake champagne. And, solidifying my assumption, one of the other guys entertained, [["Broadway"|HS002 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin ++]]. Buttoned-up looks for going to a show, New York decor, easier music selection. <br><br> I simply had to raise my hand and state aloud my support for one of them -- everything here was political and it wasn't just about what the theme ended up being, but who you ingratiated yourself with -- or suggest one of my own: [["Hit Men and Women" flashing some shots of the movie, "Ava"|HS002 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin --]] <<else>> <<set $HS.chair = "Ava">> <<scrollIntoView>> There were coughs around the room and Ava looked absolutely stunned at my raised hand and request. She tried to make me squirm with her looks and let the discomfort of the silence settle square on me before a vote happened. <br><br> It was close, but Ava contentedly took the final vote to clench her win officially. She made a snide comment about further motions and then launched into today's docket item and focus: Theme. <br><br> Ava offered, [["Love Under the Sea"|HS002 - PromCommit2]]. Cool colors, fun gobos for lights, opportunities for decoration at all height levels. Mr. Overachiever threw out, [["Alma Maters"|HS002 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin --]]. Color scheme of their intended college. Sports, celebration, fake champagne. And, solidifying my assumption, one of the other guys entertained, [["Broadway"|HS002 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin ++]]. Buttoned-up looks for going to a show, New York decor, easier music selection. <br><br> I simply had to raise my hand and state aloud my support for one of them -- everything here was political and it wasn't just about what the theme ended up being, but who you ingratiated yourself with -- or suggest one of my own: [["Hit Men and Women" flashing some shots of the movie, "Ava"|HS002 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin --]] <</if>> <<path>> ''Let her'' have the added responsibility. <<contents>> Rather than lean into Ava, I leaned into my lunch. No one else even batted an eye at her assumed leadership. She outlined the themes for previous Proms, a couple of 'incidents' that we would need to ensure did //not// happen again, and the schedule for the evening. The moment she mentioned the crowning of Queen and King made me shake my head, consciously or not, she touched her chest as if implying she'd already won. We'd see. <br><br> Fighting my pride, we got to the first item on our docket and focus for today's session: Theme. <br><br> Ava offered, [["Love Under the Sea"|HS002 - PromCommit2]]. Cool colors, fun gobos for lights, opportunities for decoration at all height levels. Mr. Overachiever threw out, [["Alma Maters"|HS002 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin --]]. Color scheme of their intended college. Sports, celebration, fake champagne. And, solidifying my assumption, one of the other guys entertained, [["Broadway"|HS002 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin ++]]. Buttoned-up looks for going to a show, New York decor, easier music selection. <br><br> I simply had to raise my hand and state aloud my support for one of them -- everything here was political and it wasn't just about what the theme ended up being, but who you ingratiated yourself with -- or suggest one of my own: [["Hit Men and Women" flashing some shots of the movie, "Ava"|HS002 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin --]] <br><br> <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit popular>> A week later, theme down -- Love Under the Sea had won -- it was time to assign responsibilities. <br><br> <<if $HS.chair == "Ava">> She launched into the overbearing demeanor with abandon now that not only she had won, but also her theme. Landslide for Ava. As she detailed the litany of duties ahead of us, there were flicks of her gaze, shifts of her weight that seemed to pre-suppose who would be taking eah of the tasks. <br><br> Now written on the dry erase board, we went down the list again and the 'volunteers' miraculously fell in line with my (and her) expectations. I knew I was expected to handle the decorations. <div id="duties"> <<crossroads #duties>> <<path>> I could do what ''Princess wanted'' <<contents>> <br><br> Decorations it is. Not the most glamorous, and I might have her micro-managing me, but I didn't want to rock the boat. <br><br> Next was the [[fundraiser|HS002 - PromCommit3]], which everyone hand to participate in. <<path>> ''pick something'' that was left <<contents>> <br><br> I may have made a //bit// of a show of things when the choice rolled around to me, leaning forward, squinting, hmming audibly before selecting <div id="dutychoice"> <<link "staffing">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>>staffing. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> My ability to get people to show up helped me show my strength. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> My ability to wrangle people wasn't as good as I thought it was, though. <</if>> <br><br> Next was the [[fundraiser|HS002 - PromCommit3]], which everyone hand to participate in. <</replace>> <</link>>, <<link "entertainment">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> entertainment. <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 2>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> I was able to nab a sick DJ no one else knew of. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> I only managed to come up with a pretty standard DJ, though. <</if>> <br><br> Next was the [[fundraiser|HS002 - PromCommit3]], which everyone hand to participate in. <</replace>> <</link>>, and <<link "food">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> food. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> Asking around, taking some risks, I broke the convention of typical boring Prom fare. <<else>> <br><br> <<set $HS.promWin -->> I ended up making people less happy than just boring Prom snacks. <</if>> <br><br> Next was the [[fundraiser|HS002 - PromCommit3]], which everyone hand to participate in. <</replace>> <</link>> </div> <<path>> take on ''extra responsibilities'' <<contents>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> <</if>> <br><br> I may have made a //bit// of a show of things when the choice rolled around to me, grabbing decorations and <span id ="dutychoice"> <<link "staffing">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> staffing. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> My ability to get people to show up helped me show my strength. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> My ability to wrangle people wasn't as good as I thought it was, though. <</if>> <br><br> Next was the [[fundraiser|HS002 - PromCommit3]], which everyone hand to participate in. <</replace>> <</link>>, <<link "entertainment">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> entertainment. <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 2>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> I was able to nab a sick DJ no one else knew of. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> I only managed to come up with a pretty standard DJ, though. <</if>> <br><br> Next was the [[fundraiser|HS002 - PromCommit3]], which everyone hand to participate in. <</replace>> <</link>>, <<link "food">>, and <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> food. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2>> Asking around, taking some risks, I broke the convention of typical boring Prom fare. <<set $HS.promWin ++>> <<else>> <br><br> I ended up making people less happy than just boring Prom snacks. <<set $HS.promWin -->> <</if>> <br><br> Next was the [[fundraiser|HS002 - PromCommit3]], which everyone hand to participate in. <</replace>> <</link>> in quick succession. Ava wasn't pleased. Which made me happy. </span> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> Ava gave me a slight berth to act as Chair before she launched into the overbearing demeanor as Secretary with abandon. Her theme //had// been selected, I was happy to give her a small win. <br><br> As she detailed the litany of duties ahead of us, there were flicks of her gaze, shifts of her weight that seemed to pre-suppose who would be taking eah of the tasks. <br><br> Now written on the dry erase board, we went down the list again and the 'volunteers' miraculously fell in line with my (and her) expectations. I knew I was expected to handle the decorations. <div id ="duties"> <<crossroads #duties>> <<path>> I could do what ''Princess wanted''. <<contents>> <br><br> Decorations it is. Not the most glamorous, and I might have her micro-managing me, but I didn't want to rock the boat. <br><br> Next was the [[fundraiser|HS002 - PromCommit3]], which everyone hand to participate in. <<path>> ''Pick something'' that was left <<contents>> <br><br> I may have made a //bit// of a show of things when the choice rolled around to me, leaning forward, squinting, hmming audibly before selecting <div id="dutychoice"> <<link "staffing">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> staffing. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> My ability to get people to show up helped me show my strength. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> My ability to wrangle people wasn't as good as I thought it was, though. <</if>> <br><br><br> Next was the [[fundraiser|HS002 - PromCommit3]], which everyone hand to participate in. <</replace>> <</link>>, <<link "entertainment">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> entertainment. <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 2>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> I was able to nab a sick DJ no one else knew of. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> I only managed to come up with a pretty standard DJ, though. <</if>> <br><br><br> Next was the [[fundraiser|HS002 - PromCommit3]], which everyone hand to participate in. <</replace>> <</link>>, and <<link "food">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> food. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> Asking around, taking some risks, I broke the convention of typical boring Prom fare. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> I ended up making people less happy than just boring Prom snacks. <</if>> <br><br> Next was the [[fundraiser|HS002 - PromCommit3]], which everyone hand to participate in. <</replace>> <</link>> </div> <<path>> Take on ''extra responsibilities'' <<contents>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> <</if>> <br><br><br> I may have made a //bit// of a show of things when the choice rolled around to me, grabbing decorations and <span id ="dutychoice"> <<link "staffing">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> staffing. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> My ability to get people to show up helped me show my strength. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> My ability to wrangle people wasn't as good as I thought it was, though. <</if>> <br><br><br> Next was the [[fundraiser|HS002 - PromCommit3]], which everyone hand to participate in. <</replace>> <</link>>, <<link "entertainment">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> entertainment. <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 2>> I was able to nab a sick DJ no one else knew of. <<set $HS.promWin ++>> <<else>> I only managed to come up with a pretty standard DJ, though. <<set $HS.promWin -->> <</if>> <br><br><br> Next was the [[fundraiser|HS002 - PromCommit3]], which everyone hand to participate in. <</replace>> <</link>>, <<link "food">>, and <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> food. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2>> Asking around, taking some risks, I broke the convention of typical boring Prom fare. <<set $HS.promWin ++>> <<else>> I ended up making people less happy than just boring Prom snacks. <<set $HS.promWin -->> <</if>> <br><br><br> Next was the [[fundraiser|HS002 - PromCommit3]], which everyone hand to participate in. <</replace>> <</link>> in quick succession. Ava wasn't pleased. Which made me happy. </span> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> The committee was all on there own now. We simply had to do what we could and bring in the green -- making a case to be Queen. <div id="funds"> <br><br> Now, how would I make sure I brought in the most money and contributed to //this// Prom being the ''best'' Prom? <<crossroads #funds>> <<path $CC.wealth gt 3>> Straight up ''ask my parents''? <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't wealthy enough. <<contents>> <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth == 4>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> I waited until I had a captive audience at the dinner table, fumbling through a mouthful of food, "So...Prom's coming up. And I'm on the committee..." <br><br> "That's great!" <<if $CC.mom == 0>><<print $CC.DName>><<else>><<print $CC.MName>> smiled mid-bite, returning to some documents on the table.<</if>> <br><br> "Right, but um, so we need to raise money for, like the decorations, and DJ, and food...ya know." I could tell the focus on the documents froze, but I hadn't gotten any distinct reaction, "So I was wondering..." <br><br> A cough. Hands resettling interlocked at the edge of the table. A shift forward in the seat, "How much are we talking?" I hadn't thought that far. I didn't even know if we had a benchmark. We'd simply been tasked with bringing back as much as possible. "Are all the girls sticking up their parents like this?" I smiled sheepishly and gave a little shrug. <br><br> "Is...that okay?" A sigh now. A shake of the head, chair feet scraping across the floor. The checkbook was pulled from a drawer. <br><br> "I would have preferred you work for it...but I'm not going to have you be the only one coming back empty handed. Here." The ink was fresh and I pocketed it quickly -- as if it could be taken back at any moment. The rest of the dinner was spent with the extolling of the virtue of work and personal self-sufficiency, now //I// was the captive audience. <<elseif $CC.wealth == 5>> <<set $HS.promWin += 2>> I strolled into the house and caught a moment in the kitchen, my hands busy picking out an afternoon snack, "So...Prom's coming up. And I'm on the committee..." <br><br> "That's great!" <<if $CC.mom == 0>><<print $CC.DName>><<else>><<print $CC.MName>> smiled, but remained scanning some documents on the table.<</if>> <br><br> "Right, but um, so we need to raise money for, like the decorations, and DJ, and food...ya know." I hadn't gotten any distinct reaction, time to be direct: "So I was wondering..." <br><br> Without lifting an eye from the papers, "How much are we talking?" I hadn't thought that far. I didn't even know if we had a benchmark. We'd simply been tasked with bringing back as much as possible. While I remained frozen, a checkbook had been pulled from a drawer and the pen was already scribbling. <br><br> Remaining motionless, for fear of upsetting what looked to be a win, I watched the check tear free and extend my way. The ink was fresh and I pocketed it quickly. The papers, whatever they were held far more import than the amount of money that would be leaving the bank account. Snacks in hand, I carefully backed out of the kitchen, leaving the conversation as short as it already was. <</if>> <br><br><br> Waltzing back into school with the check fluttering from my fingers was an exhilarating and empowering feeling. And super [[easy|HS002 - PromCamp]]. <<path>> A tried and true ''bake sale''? <<contents>> <br><br> I spent the weekend trying out a few recipes and settling on an assortment of cookies using matcha and brownies using just loads of chocolate. Gotta appeal to all kinds of people! During my free periods and lunch, I set up in the mall, offering my baked goods for a donation to the Prom Committee. <br><br> By the end of the day I had gotten rid of my supply, a few donations short simply because Ethan grabbed a couple when I wasn't looking. All in all, it wasn't a great haul and it seemed kids were mostly over the cookies and brownies that had been popping up for the past week. Even sugar gets old. <br><br><br> All the same, I made my [[contribution|HS002 - PromCamp]]. <<path>> I'm sure at least the guys would contribute to a ''carwash''. <<contents>> <br><br> So, I advertised throughout the week that on Friday, me and <<print $CC.FName>> would be hanging out in the parking lot in bikinis and taking donations in exchange for a car wash. There was a <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>good<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>>fantastic<<else>>fair<</if>> response and more than a few lewd ideas and comments. Also had to deal with some abuse from Ava and her cohort calling me a slut. <br><br> But it didn't stop me. The hot asphalt proved to be a bigger issue than some cat calls or slut-shaming. <<print $CC.FName>> and I squealed as we scrambled out from the locker room, bodies bouncing across to where we'd had the Boys set up the suds and hose. They were first in line too, smiling as they watched us bound over, trying not to burn our soles and eager to get to washing so that we'd cool down. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>> <<outfit smallbikini>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> <<print $CC.FName>> had been surprised seeing me suit up and a little embarrassed, as if she had missed the memo. I knew I had made a good choice then, skimpy string-tie bikini that clung in all the right places and showed off everything that people wanted to see. There'd certainly be wardrobe malfunctions and the thin material wouldn't hide creases and pokes once it got wet. <<else>> <<outfit bikini>> <<print $CC.FName>> and I were wearing matching but complimentary bikinis. We had fun picking them out and debating the merits of how well they'd endure the effort, movement and threat of water. They weren't anything extra, but they'd show skin! And I could tell she was happy that it wasn't something too scandalous. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> We leaned into the 'idea', play fighting with hoses and soap, knowing we were on display but just accepting it and considering it part of the job. We took our time with the cars, their drivers fine with the slow work as they stood outside and watched us. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> We got some 'boos' and 'lame' as we set to work and I was confused until I realized that we weren't playing into the whole girl car wash fantasy. So, I tried to turn it on and laugh and bounce a bit but it just didn't feel natural and I could tell. They all were content to watch anyway, though. Bikinis and water is like chocolate and peanut butter, good is good. <</if>> <br><br><br> My skin prickled a bit, heat rising in my cheeks as phones came out to record and snap pictures. I shouldn't have been surprised given what we were doing and what we were wearing, but I don't think I'd really considered it when I came up with the idea. <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>><<set $HS.promWin ++>>I got into it, posing wet and sudsy with the drivers at the end of a job well done, doing little walks around the car 'checking' for missed spots but mostly just letting them film.<<else>>Without making it too obvious (it was obvious), I was ducking around the cars and using it to block as much of myself as possible -- I had a preternatural sense for phones coming out by the end of the day.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> And of course there were guys that tried to push their luck, some even going so far as to offer extra cash for some extras. And I was there to make cash, so I said yes more than no. I assumed special poses, climbing on cars and feeling like I was straight out of a National Lampoon or 80s rock video. Guys got a grope or a kiss, or a grope while kissing. <<print $CC.FName>> wasn't pleased to be shouldered with the actual work as I was pressed against a door and made out with for a few minutes. The more adventurous the guys got, the more adventurous the next guys were, but the cash hanging limp from my bikini made up for it. <<else>> Guys were gross, asking for 'extras' and offering cash, but I wasn't a sugar baby or prostitute. It was offensive and they quickly got the hint by and large, but offers came across time and again. <</if>> <br><br> Water, working, bikinis, and all the stretching, changing positions and movements made for slippage way more than normally happened at the pool or beach. <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>><<set $HS.promWin ++>>And that's how it was, at least once per car a tit popped out or my pussy was showing and it took a while to notice most of the time, trying to get through the growing line of cars. And no one pointed it out very often. Eventually, I just got frustrated and once I was sure the administration was gone for the day I lost my top, much to <<print $CC.FName>>'s chagrin and not too much later my full bikini was just a soaked pile in the grass nearby, naked and fine with it. Easier than readjusting and they liked it better too.<</if>> All part and parcel of what the whole concept was, I guess. They didn't mind. <<print $CC.FName>> was blushing a ton. <br><br><br> When we counted up the soaked bills at the end of the night, exhausted and surprisingly dirty for having spent hours in soap, I was surprised by how little we had raised. Maybe we'd lost cash to the wind and water, maybe it was just the guys who took the offer at face value -- quite a few handed over a single dollar as their donation. Greedy and got what they wanted. But still, I felt like even with a paltry stack, I had built up some capital that would be cashed in during the [[competition|HS002 - PromCamp]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Posters */ <<outfit popular>> Now that the pedestrian aspect of the committee was concluded, I could focus on what really mattered. <br><br> General opinion was that <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>>there was only one who stood a chance: Ava.<<else>>it was at best a fifty-fifty shot against my nemesis: Ava.<</if>> <br><br> I knew that my girl <<print $CC.FName>> would be in my camp -- she was already mastering camera angles for the publicity shot. But, what about the guys? Getting male support would only help build credibility with the other half of the vote. <br><br> I steeled myself for rejection, and showed up to the weekly "The Boys" hang and with an awkward teenage 'casualness' dropped, "So, would you guys be cool to help me win Prom Queen?" <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> gave a look of death, "And care about a dog show?" Andrew punched him in the arm, "Ava is *not* a dog." Ethan took a moment from his phone, "He means 'cause it's all bitches. Get it, dude?" <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 2 or $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 0>> It was not going to be easy. How was I going to approach it? <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - PromCharm]] $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 2>> It'd be weird, but I considered using my feminine charms? Ethan seemed to think I was cute. And guys ''are'' guys. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't attractive enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromConvince]] $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 0>> Or maybe get them to understand the ''rational benefits'' of being friends with the Prom Queen. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't smart enough. <<path [[HS002 - CampaignFail]]>> Or, just skip it. This was a ''bad idea'' <</crossroads>> <<else>> Just skip it. This was a [[bad idea|HS002 - CampaignFail]]. <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> I scooted over to Ethan on the carpet. He was entranced by Paper Mario. I let my forearms apply some upward pressure to my cleavage and leaned my head slightly on this shoulder. I felt him startle, but I didn't push it...waiting. Then he noticed, eyes on my proffered skin and pause flashed on the screen. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> "You don't think //I'm// a dog, do you?" <br><br> "Uh...no?" He squeaked slightly. <br><br> "No. You're //not//." I looked over my shoulder and, as planned, <<print $CC.friend1>> was getting some upskirt. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>He did seem shocked to be getting to see my pink smile.<</if>> <br><br> "So...you think I've got a shot." Stunned silence. Andrew leaning in for a view. I took it as a sign that I had them, my feet and fists thumped against the carpet in excitement, a little squeal. My thighs parted a bit more and my body jiggled, fully on purpose. <br><br><br> My [[thank you|HS002 - Prom2]]. <<else>> "You don't think //I'm// a dog, do you?" He frowned, confused. <br><br> "What...what are you talkin' about, <<print $CC.name>>?" <br><br> "Yeah." I looked over my shoulder and, as planned, <<print $CC.friend1>> was getting some upskirt. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>He did seem shocked to be getting to see my pink smile.<</if>> <br><br> Neither of them looked convinced. I was floored. Offended, "Really? I'm that fugly? You don't believe I could actually win?" <br><br> They looked at each other. "I'm not saying it" in their expression, but their mouths were mum. /* TODO Mira - here's a set of options that don't appear if the stats/traits aren't right */ <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[flash them my tits|HS002 - PromFlash]]>> Maybe just ''flash them my tits''? <<path [[HS002 - CampaignFail]]>> That was harder than I thought. ''Damn''. <</crossroads>> <<else>> <br><br><br> That was harder than I thought. [[Damn|HS002 - CampaignFail]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> "Think about it, guys. We hang out on a ''weekly'' basis. I don't do that with anyone else. You'd be the Prom Queen's guys. The //choice// guys. Can you imagine what that makes girls think?" <br><br> Their faces went from extremely doubtful to salivating with that final sentence. The room was quiet. They were hanging on my every word, oh sex guru... <br><br><br> "I promise you, this is cache that will last you straight through graduation." <br><br> Ethan nodded, finally, "You win, we win." <br><br><br> "[[Exactly|HS002 - Prom2]]." <</nobr>><<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> "How about I show you my tits?" Ethan's phone clattered to the ground -- and it did not sound good. All their eyes were on my chest before I could even clock that I had said the words. Their jaws slack. "W-w-what?" the grin growing on <<print $CC.friend1>>'s face was almost Pennywise-like. "Look. It's no big deal. I mean, hell, Andrew practically has tits." That broke the tension in the air and reminded everyone you're just one of The Boys. I gave them a firm look: "But I need your full support." Unsurprisingly they nodded emphatically. So, <<link "completed">><<upper>><<bra>><</link>> my end of the bargain -- purely functionally, of course. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> Their shock was instant. I could see Ethan's hand twitching as if he was about to take a picture, simply an unbidden reaction of his lizard brain. I hadn't thought through this and needed to end it ASAP. I tugged my top back up, having to slightly dodge <<print $CC.friend1>> from keeping me from getting decent before they were ready. Andrew went to thump my arm, but it turned into a little bit of an impressed pat, "Fuck, <<print $CC.name>> you put mine to shame. So, FUCK. Uh, sorry. But, fuuuuck. How can we [[help|HS002 - Prom2]]?" <<else>> They smiled, nodding again, but slower, as if it meant time was drawing out. I could tell they were locking the images away in their memories. Permanently. Then, Andrew thumped on your arm -- and it would bruise -- "Nice. But I got better ones, ya know. So. How can [[we help|HS002 - Prom2]]?"<</if>><<nobr>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> All my friends rallied around me. <<print $CC.FName>> designed an amazing poster showing off my very best side, and <<print $CC.friend1>> convinced his dad to run off a few hundred copies from <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>his printing company<<else>>the Kinko's after-hours<</if>>. <br><br> They plastered the school hallways with me. My face was __everywhere__. They put the screws to other kids to fill out a ballot selecting me. Ethan in particular went //a little// above and beyond, campaigning for me before and after school! <br><br> Now, the question was: how much do __I__ spend on the rest of the package -- the dress, the makeup, the hair, the ''date''...The list was endless. <br><br> I could spend hours on Pinterest and shopping for the __exact__ dress, ''trendiest'' hair and makeup. My little notebook had a could be filled with every potential date and the pros and cons of each one on my arm. <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - PromDress][$HS.promWin ++]] $CC.labelReaction gt 0>> It was do or die, eat or be eaten. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't fall in line with her Clique enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDress][$HS.promWin --]] $CC.labelReaction lte 0>> Everyone was taking this far more seriously than I was. It didn't matter. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't in line with her Clique enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDress][$HS.promWin ++; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++]] $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> All eyes on me? I had to be fucking perfect. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't want male attention enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promWin --; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value --]]>> I could let <<print $CC.FName>> help me decide. <</crossroads>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if $CC.clique !== "Alpha">> <<outfit>> <<set $HS.promWin = 0>> <<set $HS.promDate to ''>> <<set $HS.promDress = 0>> Everyone else was going, so why shouldn't I? It was a fun time and an important part of the social calendar. It was time for Prom -- but it wouldn't just be something I could simply 'attend'. I had to put in effort and make some decisions. First, the dress. <br><br> <<else>> <<outfit popular>> <</if>> It's all about that first look, making an entrance. <br><br> What will make people stand there in awe of me when I walk in the door; when I dance on the floor<<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>; when I stand on stage and receive my (deserved) crown<</if>>? <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promDress = 1; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value --]]>> <<Doll body dress1 promDress1>> Beggars can't afford to be choosers, literally. I just found something at ''a thrift''. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promWin -= 2; $HS.promDress = 5; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++; $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value --; $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value --]] true>> <<Doll body dress5 promDress5>> There was a way to wear a dress and not wear my body on my sleeve. I wasn't an object and could look refined and gorgeous without too much skin. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$CC.HSBC ++; $HS.promWin ++; $HS.promDress = 2; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++]]>> <<Doll body dress2 promDress2>> ''Something classic and classy''. I let the dress accessorize me, not the other way around. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promWin += 2; $HS.promDress = 3; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++]] $CC.wealth gt 2>> <<Doll body dress3 promDress3>> I dug into 'my' pocket book and splurged. I needed to show off not just what I could afford, but also be revealing without a slut. I needed to draw eyes from //both// genders. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't wealthy enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promWin --; $HS.promDress = 4; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value --; $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<Doll body dress4 promDress4>> Rep be damned. Shock'em and ''show'em what I had''. Yeah, I'd have to use something on hand and sneak the //real// dress out of the house and change later, but it was worth it. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough. <</crossroads>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit default>> <<set $HS.promDate = ''>> <<if visited("HS002 - PromDress") == 0>> <p> <<print $CC.FName>> spent the entire day with me, multiple shops, so many dressing rooms and lots of laughs. I thought the choice she helped me make was good -- I couldn't trust my indecisiveness anyway. </p> <</if>> <p> <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">> Now that the campaign for my Queendom was as solid as it possibly could have been, the next most important thing that could make or break my chances...<<else>>Now that I knew what I was wearing... <</if>>Who was going to take me? </p> <p> There were a number of suitable options: </p> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Derek']] $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> Hottest girl and the hottest guy? Sounds like a lock. So, it was with grace (and bottled excitement) that I said "No, no, no, no, no...why, YES, ''Derek'', I *am* free that night. I'd love to go with you. Eat your heart out, ladies." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't attractive enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Seven']] $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> Too many guys asked me. I couldn't hurt their feelings. And... I //accidentally// said yes to every guy who asked me -- it was a gut reaction. <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">> You know the Prom rules state that at most only a pair can be nominated, so...you'd have to run alone.<</if>> But you would have ''seven dates'', I'd always have someone to dance with. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't react positively to perving. <<path [[Stephen|HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Stephen']] $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> There was too much on the line. All I was thinking was, "Anything could go wrong and I can't bear the weight of the choice on my shoulders." So, asked the other girls and they quickly got me a date. An underclassman: ''Stephen''. I nodded enthusiastically hearing their reasoning for the acne-faced, pudgy redhead, who last week found shit in his locker. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too confident and not suggestible enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Absame']] $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> I noticed that the other girls have gone with the expected guys: boyfriends, star athletes...yawn -- and ''so'' close-minded. It was time to be progressive. And lucky for me, the ''exchange student'' from Somalia, Absame. He wasn't any of the normal things you're supposed to look for in a <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>Prom King<<else>> date to prom<</if>>, but time to make a statement, time to be woke. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't suggestible enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Miguel']] $CC.clique !== "Alpha" && $CC.clique !== "Nerd">> The selection didn't have to be made in our bubble. So I considered all the other guys I knew and ''Miguel'' was hotter than any guy here, by far. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't an Alpha Chick or a Nerd. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Chad']] $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> He'd never really given me the time of day, and he was a Super Senior with quite a bit of a reputation, so certainly not your top pick. But really, it wouldn't be fair to ''Chad'' who asked me day one. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Friend']] $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0 || $CC.clique == "Nerd">> But actually asking someone? And what if they said no? <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>That would *kill* your chances if people found out.<</if>> Maybe the safe bet was relying on my own charms and just take ''my friend, <<print $CC.friend1>>''. It'd definitely make his year, he was just going to skip the whole thing. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too confident and isn't a Nerd. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Her Man']] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> It would really throw a wrench in the night if I was able to weasel Ava's date out from...over her. It would get me a bit of a rep with the girls, but there's only one shot at this, and I'd never see them again after graduation. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Arvin']] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0 && $CC.dad == 0>> Fuck the rules. If I really wanted to make myself stand-out, why not ''Arvin''? He wasn't family. It would really turn heads. Adults would probably think it was endearing...and he definitely had a hot-dad vibe to him. Everyone would be talking. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky, excitable enough and doesn't have Arvin for a dad. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Harden']] visited("HS002 - Tutor")>> The only person I could think of right now was ''Harden''. He could give me a night, right? <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't get tutored. <</crossroads>> <p> <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>Win, lose, or draw, whoever<<else>>Whoever<</if>> you pick, they better enhance the night one way or another, right? </p> Or, I considered going [[stag|HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Stag']] and just see how the evening took me. <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Tux and Boutonniere */ <<silently>> <<if $HS.promDate == "Derek">><<set $HS.promWin += 3>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">><<set $HS.promWin -= 2>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stephen">><<set $HS.promWin -= 3>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stag">><<set $HS.promWin -->> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Absame">><<set $HS.promWin ++>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Miguel">><<set $HS.promWin += 2>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Chad">><<set $HS.promWin -->> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">><<set $HS.promWin -= 2>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">><<set $HS.promWin += 1>><<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Arvin">><<set $HS.promWin -= 2>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Harden">><<set $HS.promWin ++>> <</if>> <</silently>> <div id ="wait"> Arm candy selected, things settled down a bit. People -- mostly guys -- scrambled for last minute dates over the intervening days, and plans were made for after parties. <br><br> Ava would be throwing hers, clearly, and <<print $CC.FName>> was offering an oasis from a lack of other options. There were townie house parties as well, but to end up at one of them after Prom was incredibly sad -- and dangerous. <br><br> And in the lead up to the big night: at school, girls eyed each other from their corners; at night, cozied up to their temporary (or not) beauxes. The tension in the air was akin to cats in heat. <br><br> But all I could do was <<link "wait">> <<replace "#wait">> <<waiting 3s>> <<timed 3s>> <<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> <<set $HS.ava = random(1,10)>> /* IMAGE: Wealthy - Limo, not wealthy - Black Cab */ The big night! I spent hours fussing with my dress and makeup to get my look just right. I came out of my room, biting my lower lip and ready to show off my completed look. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>>Mom smiled and nodded, maybe with a touch of pity. Dad couldn't help but smile and give me a big squeeze.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>>Mom smiled and nodded, giving me an 'aww' and a tear in her eye. Dad couldn't help but smile and give me a big squeeze.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>>Mom's jaw dropped. Dad was similarly agog.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>>Mom frowned, looking me over, "You're wearing that?" her suspicion plain. Dad interposed himself, "Oh, she looks lovely." Neither had any idea of the dress I had barely stuffed in my small purse.<<else>>Mom frowned and I think I saw a slight shake of her head, "I have something in my closet if you want." Dad lifted an eyebrow, "Yeah, maybe...give that a look, dear?"<</if>> I sighed and gave them the requisite comments and pictures before making my way to the front door, eager to be picked up and get away from their judgment. Tonight wasn't for them. <br><br><br> <<if $HS.promDate == "Stag">> <<print $CC.FName>> and her guy knocked at the front door to 'pick me up' -- we joked that __they__ were my date. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>>"Aw it looks cute on you!" <<print $CC.FName>> used the same words as when we tried things on. It sounded less true this time.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>>"Hey there, good lookin'!" We gave spins in front of each other in nearly matching outfits.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>>"Hubba hubba!" they both play drooled watching me showing off.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>>"Come on. Let's get outta here." <<print $CC.FName>> smiled conspiratorially, knowing I needed to change.<<else>>"Alright, Mother Theresa. Ready to experience fun?" <<print $CC.FName>> chided me. Her date looked shocked, unable to stop looking at my dress.<</if>> <<if $CC.wealth lte 3>> <<print $CC.FName>>'s dad rolled up in his black taxi, polished and waxed for the big occasion. I squealed in excitement, "It's time to go!" <br><br> Bouncing towards the door, I stopped short, "One last pic. Smile!" I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Hm. <<print $CC.MName>> was in the background. It wasn't a good look, not because she wasn't beautiful, but she was clearly in the midst of ducking out of frame, unsuccessfully. Well, Mom, say hi to the internet. <</if>> <<else>> I definitely splurged on the stretch. It rolled up in front of the house and I squealed, "It's time to go!" <br><br> Bouncing towards the door, I stopped short, "One last pic. Smile!" I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Hm. <<print $CC.MName>> was in the background. It wasn't a good look, not because she wasn't beautiful, but she was clearly in the midst of ducking out of frame, unsuccessfully. Well, Mom, say hi to the internet. <</if>> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>>I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had her unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off her date's joking as my naked body came out of the fake dress. I could feel her jealousy and the coldness of her glares at him with my skin so bare. And then we fumbled my way into my real dress as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot.<</if>> Arriving, my date and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the limo doors a giggling mess. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">> It was a //little// overwhelming to hear a knock at the door and find, just outside, the doorway crowded with seven guys. I couldn't help but grin ear to ear. And seeing me smile like that, they couldn't help but enjoy this too. A great start to the evening. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>>Not a comment or look at what I was wearing, they seemed overwhelmed with the male competition that was likely to be a theme of the evening.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>>They were all beaming, letting me do a few spins for them to 'look at my dress'.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>>"Fuck!" It was nearly a chorus of responses, clearly enjoying seeing leg and cleavage that were gently, but definitely on display.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>>Before they could react, I leaned forward and whispered to a couple of them, "Shush, I'm changing in the car." And they nodded, enjoying the idea.<<else>>I saw a couple eyes drop to their phones, maybe wondering if they could reconsider their choice in date. But they knew who they were going with when they said yes.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth lte 3>> <<print $CC.FName>>'s dad rolled up in his black taxi, polished and waxed for the big occasion. I squealed in excitement, "It's time to go!" <br><br> Bouncing towards the door, I stopped short, "One last pic. Smile!" I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Hm. <<print $CC.MName>> was in the background. It wasn't a good look, not because she wasn't beautiful, but she was clearly in the midst of ducking out of frame, unsuccessfully. Well, Mom, say hi to the internet. <</if>> <<else>> I definitely splurged on the stretch. It rolled up in front of the house and I squealed, "It's time to go!" <br><br> Bouncing towards the door, I stopped short, "One last pic. Smile!" I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Hm. <<print $CC.MName>> was in the background. It wasn't a good look, not because she wasn't beautiful, but she was clearly in the midst of ducking out of frame, unsuccessfully. Well, Mom, say hi to the internet. <</if>> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>>I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had them unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off their advances -- poorly -- as my naked body came out of the fake dress. I was getting groped, felt...a tongue down my throat, then another. They were kissing and finding every nook and cranny of my body insistently. They were working me up and working someone's fingers inside me -- I couldn't resist it with my skin so bare. And then we fumbled my way into my real dress as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot.<</if>> Arriving, my date and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the limo doors a giggling mess. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Friend" || $HS.promDate !== "Her Man">><<print $HS.promDate>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> <<print $CC.friend1>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> Joe <</if>> knocked politely at the front door and there was the requisite awkward exchange between him and <<print $CC.DName>>. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>>"Oh! I think my sister wore something like that." It bit slightly at my ego, knowing that his older sibling had maybe been the one who ditched it at the store I bought my dress from.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>>An appreciative and kind smile, unsurprised, but liking the look of me, dressed to the nines.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>>"Whoah." It was a long expression, til he was out of breath. I stunned him with my look.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>>I gave him a look over my eyebrows, motioning him in quick. A shake of my head and a quick whisper letting him know this wasn't my fit.<<else>>"Oh. Um. Okay." He nodded. It was kind but I could feel the disapproval.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth lte 3>> <<print $CC.FName>>'s dad rolled up in his black taxi, polished and waxed for the big occasion. I squealed in excitement, "It's time to go!" <br><br> I dragged <<if $HS.promDate !== "Friend" || $HS.promDate !== "Her Man">> <<print $HS.promDate>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> <<print $CC.friend1>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> Joe <</if>> towards the door and then stopped short, "One last pic. Smile!" I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Hm. <<print $CC.MName>> was in the background. It wasn't a good look, not because she wasn't beautiful, but she was clearly in the midst of ducking out of frame, unsuccessfully. Well, Mom, say hi to the internet. <</if>> <<else>> I definitely splurged on the stretch. It rolled up in front of the house and I squealed, "It's time to go!" <br><br> I dragged <<if $HS.promDate !== "Friend" || $HS.promDate !== "Her Man">> <<print $HS.promDate>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> <<print $CC.friend1>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> Joe <</if>> towards the door and then stopped short, "One last pic. Smile!" I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and snapped, posting it as we climbed into the stretch. <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Hm. <<print $CC.MName>> was in the background. It wasn't a good look, not because she wasn't beautiful, but she was clearly in the midst of ducking out of frame, unsuccessfully. Well, Mom, say hi to the internet. <</if>> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>>I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had him unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off his advances as my naked body came out of the fake dress. <<if $HS.promDate !== "Arvin">>He insisted on making out and I couldn't resist it with <<else>>I could feel his eyes gobbling me up, <</if>>my skin so bare. And then we fumbled my way into my real dress as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot.<</if>> Arriving, my date and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the limo doors a giggling mess. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDress == 1>>I walked in and felt barely considered. Other girls were resplendent and I knew I wasn't going to be drawing eyes.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>>I saw some of the other guys considering me, noting me for the first time when they saw me fully peacocking.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>>It was freeing -- and slightly uncomfortable -- to have my breasts and legs free the way they were, but I could tell that it was working. I had floored people with my appearance.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>>I ignored how free my tits, ass and legs were. Skin was to show and I was showing. And guys were looking. Girls were deriding. Chaperones were wondering if they'd need to send me home.<<else>>Everyone was looking at me when I walked in. Heads inclined, eyes wide, mouths gaped. It didn't seem like I was impressing, but definitely surprising. I felt comfortable, though, wrapped in a shell as I saw so much skin and awkward movement from the other girls that were wearing too little.<</if>> <br><br> You could feel the tension in the air: the stakes had never been higher, not even for a final exam. It was a mix of excitement, fear and hormones -- palpable on the air to me and doubtless even the chaperones could sense it. <br><br> Everyone seemed content at first to mill around the punch and snacks in their little groups. Couples were either grabbing and holding at each other like they couldn't wait for later <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>>(like me)<</if>>, or were awkwardly nearby but unsure of how to interact <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lt 1>>(like me)<</if>>. For many kids, this was the first real foray into the opposite sex. <br><br> The DJ, in his faux deep resonance, was calling for people out onto the dance floor. A few less inhibited were out there <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>>(like me)<</if>>, but most hung back. It was an inauspicious start to what was supposed to be the culminating dance event of the year, of some people's entire high school career. <br><br> There was a small break in the weirdness as a commotion broke out: one of the gym teachers was escorting <<if $HS.promDate == "Chad">>Derek<<else>>Chad<</if>> out of the hall and all the buzzing bees discussed what had happened. When the punch was removed and replaced, we knew which rumor was true. <br><br> Maybe that was all the tension breaking we needed. Or maybe we'd come to the tipping point where social pressure and comfort finally got us all in the mood to hit the dance floor. And we did. Girls avoiding sweating and their date's grinding their dicks on them (or not). We got into the mood for a party having only wasted the first hour. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, getting their pictures taken, showing off some new dance moves. No one seemed to be concerned with the reveal that was fast approaching. And I tried to remain placid as well. <br><br><br> Inside I was a nervous wreck, butterflies dancing in the pit of my stomach, though I tried my best to hide it. The votes had been placed before, but my eyes couldn't leave the brown box up on the stage by the DJ. <<if visited("HS002 - PromCommit")>>It contained my future.<<else>>It contained someone's future, and technically...I still //could// win, unlikely as it was.<</if>> <br><br> Soon enough, it was time for the big reveal. The reticent dancing dissipating into a murmur of anticipation. <br><br><br> Principal Mark, one of the usual chaperones was enjoying the control. The DJ queued up a drum roll to heighten the knife cutting tension...With deliberate pace and annoying pauses: "[[This year's Prom Queen is|HS002 - PromResult]]..."<</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>>... </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if $HS.promWin gte $HS.ava>> /* IMAGE: Prom Crown */ <<set $CC.memories.push("PromQueen")>> I did it! I won! I put my hands to my face in disbelief, blinking back the tears. I didn't even notice the tiara being placed on my head. <br><br> <<if $CC.clique !== "Alpha">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> What?! As I climbed the stairs to the stage, I was shaking my head. Looking dumbly out at the audience, at my friends with my shoulders up by my ears. I //know//. I wasn't competing? People had chosen me as a write-in! It was a __huge__ boost to my self-esteem. <br><br> <</if>> At the microphone, I gave a speech about the unshakeable bonds of friendship. I remember, in the shadows at the back of the auditorium, Ava stood, her arms crossed across her chest, glaring with pure hatred. Moments later, she stormed out unceremoniously, her date trailing behind. <br><br> Descending the stage I was descended upon as people excitedly grabbed, hugged and laughed with me. Disbelief was the name of the hour. Was this all a giant trick played on Ava? Who cared. Without trying, I had won. <br><br> All of that pomp and circumstance behind us, we were able to focus on the fun, the music, all capped off with that one final slow dance, " <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value>> Come Away with Me," by Norah Jones <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value>> Freak," by Doja Cat <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value>> Crash," by Dave Matthews Band <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value>> I Only Have Eyes for You," by The Flamingos <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value>> At Last," by Etta James <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> Fade Into You," by Mazzy Star <</if>>, wound the 'evening' to a close. <br><br> ...and then we got to what we all considered the real [[Prom|HS003 - HSSex]]. <<else>> Spotlights shined brightly on their target. It was Ava. Ava had won. She was practically at the podium before they finished the single syllable of her name. Figures she won. Probably rigged in her favor. Typical. <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">> <br><br> Honestly, I couldn't believe it. I am and certainly //was// way hotter than her -- were the masses blind? <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> Maybe I wasn't as good looking or popular as I thought. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $CC.spoiled is true>> <br><br><br> I screamed. I flailed. The night was __ruined__. My life was ''ruined''! <br><br> The moment was too much. The waterworks were coming, no matter how I tried to blink them back. My hands to my face, I fled the room, <<if $HS.promDate !== "Seven" || $HS.promDate !== "Friend" || $HS.promDate !== "Her Man" || $HS.promDate !== "Stag">> <<print $HS.promDate>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> <<print $CC.friend1>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> Joe <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stag">> <<print $CC.FName>> <<else>> seven guys <</if>> trailing ineffectually behind me. <br><br><br> I shut myself in [[my room|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> <br><br><br> of that pomp and circumstance behind us, we were able to focus on the fun, the dancing...and what we all considered the real [[event|HS003 - HSSex]]. <</if>> <<else>> <br><br><br> All of that pomp and circumstance behind us, we were able to focus on the fun, the dancing...and what we all considered the real [[event|HS003 - HSSex]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> /* IMAGE: Condoms and Tissues */ <span id = "rep"> First, I'm sure you're just __riveted__ at this point, thinking "<<print $CC.name>>, you've buried the lede. You got me all hyped up right away with your //origin story// bullshit--" <br><br> Hush. <br><br> It's about time we talk about what all those hormones and these events brought about a different scholastic 'career'. It just would have broken up the narrative arc. I hope you'll forgive me. <br><br> <<crossroads #rep>> <<path $CC.HSBC gte 5>> I may have gotten a bit of a ''reputation''. <<blocked>> $CC.name potential body count isn't high enough. <<contents>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> My first. A very good place to [[start|HS004 - FirstSexSel]]. <<path>> I had my ''fun'', figuring out things. <<contents>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.HSBC = 5>> My first. A very good place to [[start|HS004 - FirstSexSel]]. <<path $CC.HSBC lt 5>> Call it more of an internship for what was to ''come''. <<blocked>> $CC.name potential body count isn't low enough. <<contents>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.HSBC = 1>> My first. A very good place to [[start|HS004 - FirstSexSel]]. <<path $CC.virgin == true>> Honestly, I was holding on to ''my card''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a virgin. <<contents>> <<set $CC.HSBC = 0>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value -= 2>> <<set $sexcount = true>> <<if visited("HS009 - HomeVign3")>> And you're disappointed. After all that. I //know//. But it wasn't time. I wasn't comfortable [[yet|HS011 - Graduation]]. <<else>> And you're disappointed, I know, but it wasn't time. I wasn't comfortable [[yet|HS008 - PromNight]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </span> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* Fictionary TODO: Replace firstOptions with proper People Objects */ <<set $HS.firstOptions = { "My first crush, Petey" : "Petey" }>> <<switch $CC.hsv>> <<case "act">> <<if $CC.actPath !== 1 && $CC.actPath !== 2>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Vance, my Romeo.'] = 'Vance'>> <</if>> <<case "gym">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Coach Vovk.'] = 'Coach Vovk'>> <</switch>> <<switch $CC.freetime>> <<case "home">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['One of our gardeners, Carlos.'] = 'Carlos'>> <<case "partier">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Some Rando at a party.'] = 'Random Guy'>> <<case "sporty">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Barkewitcz, Softball Coach.'] = 'Barkewitcz'>> <<case "church">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Samson, hottie from Youth Group.'] = 'Samson'>> <<case "beach">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Ian, another lifeguard.'] = 'Ian'>> <<case "gang">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Amari, gang leader.'] = 'Amari'>> <<case "vandal">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Raymond, he had his truck.'] = 'Raymond'>> <<case "club">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['DJ Eros, he played at our favorite clubs.'] = 'DJ Eros'>> <</switch>> <<switch $CC.clique>> <<case "Sports">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Coach Rod.'] = 'Rod'>> <<case "Prude">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['John Hull, our Minister.'] = 'Hull'>> <<case "Nerd">> <<set $HS.firstOptions["Eric, Ethan's older brother and my first DM"] = 'Eric'>> <<case "Rebel">> <<if $HS.label == true>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Clay, from my music label.'] = 'Clay'>> <</if>> <<case "Popular">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Derek, Big Man on Campus.'] = 'Derek'>> <</switch>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "power">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Mark, my principal.'] = 'Mark'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.memories.includes("Cheerleader")>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Warren, Varsity QB.'] = 'Warren'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.parents == "hurt">> <<set $HS.firstOptions[$CC.DName + ', my Dad'] = $CC.DName>> <</if>> <<if $CC.parents == "adopted">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Larry, my foster Dad.'] = 'Larry'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.dad == 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['My step-dad, Arvin.'] = 'Arvin'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mom == 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Tom, my uncle.'] = 'Uncle Tom'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1>> /* Fict TODO: Assign Female gender. Make sure doesn't ruin other checks */ <<set $HS.firstOptions[$CC.FName + ", my best friend"] = $CC.FName>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Ava, my nemesis.'] = 'Ava'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions["Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend"] = 'Ronnie'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Marco, Construction Worker at school.'] = 'Marco'>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions[$CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler."] = 'Tyler'>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Seth, my first ever hook-up.'] = 'Seth'>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Wes, Popular Upper Classman.'] = 'Wes'>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions[$CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian."] = 'Brian'>> <</if>> <br><br> <<quiz noChanging onSubmit="Engine.play('HS005 - FirstSex')" submitIf="$CC.vCard">> My first sex partner was... <br><br> <<quizGroup columns>> <<choicesFrom $HS.firstOptions change="$CC.vCard = this" checked="$CC.traits.includes(this)">> <</quiz>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Pen in cap innuendo or the like */ <<set _sex1 = []>> <<set _sex2 = []>> <<set _sex3 = []>> <<run $bodies.push($CC.vCard)>> <<outfit naked>> It was <<print $CC.vCard>>. <br><br><br> My first was my foray into dating and understanding the crazy emotions that came with it -- the upheaval and misunderstandings. <<if $CC.vCard == "Random Guy">> And that first time was massively disruptive and misunderstood. But then it was out of the way and I could move on to the next, better -- and real -- relationship. <<else>> We were on again, off again, but <<print $CC.vCard>> was my constant of my early on. In love, in life. As hard as it was for us, they were present and there for me when I needed them. And when they needed me. <</if>> <br><br> <div id="firsttime"> <<if $CC.vCard == "Ava">> My first time...was incredibly surprising. I expected it to be with someone that I knew. That I was dating. That I spent a lot of time with and made me feel comfortable. That...I liked. <br><br> She was as close to archenemy as I had ever known. Always standing opposite me, barely acknowledging my presence and establishing her dominance over me. She was better, smarter, hotter, more popular. And she was everywhere I went. <br><br> If you asked me, I <<shake 3s>>hated<</shake>> her. And she hated me. Everyone knew the animosity between us, so when she showed up at __our__ Spring Break hangout with her little cluster of brown-nosers, everyone expected a catfight. Something was going to go down. <br><br> This was supposed to be time for me and my friends. How she even found out about it and why she felt compelled to crash our time together? What did she get out of it? Why wouldn't she just avoid potential conflict and we //both// could have a great time? <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>> pulled at my wrist, "Why are you instigating? Just ignore her." I gave her a hard stare and slid my hand free. I was determined to end this now. And for good. I felt a compulsion to confront her. My friends shuffled off, as if they were avoiding an impending bomb explosion. It was just me and her in the hallway. She was trying her card at her door, fumbling...because she's an idiot. <br><br> "What the fuck are you doing here." It wasn't a question. Her room door opened and I followed close after her. She tried to hit me with the door, "Ava. What the fuck is your problem?!" <br><br> She spun. Staring dead into my eyes, hands on her hips, "This isn't //about// you. Can't you get it through your thick skull that maybe, just ''maybe'' this is a coincidence? I'm not happy about it either." How could she play it that even-keeled? I had enough, I jumped her. I tugged her pretentious hands from her superior hips, twisting and pulling her down. She screamed and her muscles tensed as she fought back. <br><br> We fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs. My hands pulled at her hair, she clawed at my body. We struggled and grunted. I smacked her across the face and she yelped. I hit her square in the stomach and she buckled. <br><br> I froze. I looked down at her in fetal position. I had gone too far. She breathed in deeply, her diaphragm recovering and she arched, "Oww...fuuuuck you. <<print $CC.name>>." She looked up at me with those energetic emerald eyes. Tears shimmered. <br><br> My hands clutched at her face, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't..." I could feel the heat of where my hand had met her cheek. A potentially rising welt. Unbidden, I leaned in and kissed it. She froze again. Feeling her stillness, I froze as well. My held tilted and I kissed again, this time at her mouth. <br><br> Her hands found my hips and pulled me against her. We went from fighting to making out in the barest of moments. Our limbs remained intertwined and where we were clawing we were now tugging, yanking now clutching. My tongue pressed into her mouth furiously. Hers shoved down my throat -- maybe to suffocate me, maybe out of pure desire. <br><br> We yanked each others clothes off, tossing them randomly around the room as her hand grabbed one of my tits //hard//. Her other hand grabbed me possessively by the pussy. I whimpered and she stuck her fingers in, a little too hard, one too many. I grabbed at her wrist, holding it as she began to firmly finger me. I panted. Staring into her green eyes, our noses brushing against each other as I spread my thighs, feeling the muscles of her forearm working as her digits pressed and dug at my g-spot. <br><br> "F-fuck, Ava." She grinned and pulled my hand to her pussy. I mashed my palm against her crotch, feeling how perfectly smooth it was. How did she maintain like this. I felt her warmth and slickness. My fingers stroked up and down, rotating slightly as I rubbed her slit. I whimpered and she grunted, pressing her crotch into my hand. <br><br> We were <<shake 4s>>cumming<</shake>>. It happened so quickly. My free hand grasped her ass, my other squeezing tightly at her slight wrist. Her fingers tweaked hard at my nipple and the three inside me shoved deep, filling me as much as possible as she felt the warm, soft walls clutching at her. <br><br> "One sec." She panted out, reaching into the side table and pulling out a little white vibrator. And she stuck it in hard. I arched, whimpering, my lower lip trembling. And then she turned it on. There I was, on my back, spread so wide, gasping up at the ceiling and clawing at her sheets. She gave me no time to recover and giggled in delight as she brought me off. Off. Off. Off. <br><br> "S-s-stoppp." I pushed her away and she tumbled back. Too hard, but I couldn't blame my shuddering body. I didn't have control over myself and it was her fault. And she was laughing anyway. She rolled off her back, licking the vibrator performatively as she moved up beside me and smacked it down into my hand. I grinned and pushed it, softly, teasingly between her bare outer lips. <br><br> She cooed and grabbed my chin, pulling my upper lips to hers. Our tongues played as my hand worked back and forth, slowly fucking her on the plastic cock. I couldn't help but smile against her mouth each time she whimpered and shook. Off. Off. Off. Off. <br><br> She was pawing at my body in the throws of her most recent orgasm when there was a knock at the door. "Shit." We froze. Eyes locked on each others as my fingers snapped the vibrator off. Her friends wondering why she wasn't answering her phone. "One sec! I fell asleep." She motioned for me to stay. Still. I watched her tumble out of the bed and quickly get dressed again. She was shining gloriously, sweaty, pink and flushed. She kept stealing glances at me in the crumpled sheets. <br><br> I listened to her friends digging into her story as the door shut. I waited a few moments and then got my things together, leaving the room that smelled soaked of pussy. <<print $CC.FName>> looked confused when I got back to our room, "You okay?" I nodded, playing it off as best as I could. I made up the story I had come up with on my walk back as I stripped down, ready to take a shower and hide any hint of our humping. <br><br> "I don't think we need to worry anymore." For that trip, it was true. It was also a confusing night and week that followed. How much of that was actual attraction and wanting the other one? How much of that was comingled with our hatred? What fueled the other? Were they just confused together and our brains couldn't figure it out? We fell into our usual rhythm quickly afterward, but there was a different energy between us. A carnal knowledge and connection. <br><br> <<elseif $CC.vCard == $CC.FName>> We spent //so// much time together. We had been friends for so long we'd already done the 'show me yours' years ago. And that bug that it put in my brain turned out to also be in hers. And one night, curled up watching a movie on Netflix, we chilled -- made sleepovers very, ''very'' interesting. <br><br> Laying there, comfortable, just in shorts and t-shirts with only a little cotton between us, our defenses were down. Spooning each other wasn't anything new. She'd whisper in my ear commenting on the movie. I'd smack her thigh and laugh. This time, her teeth nipped at my earlobe in response. My hand squeezed her thigh back. <br><br> And then her teeth tugged and I groaned, the trigger in my brain pulled. She giggled in my ear as her tongue joined the battle. <br><br> I was turning without thinking, our legs repositioning, intertwining as we began to make out. We'd made out before, but it was a learning experience, or for fun, or because we were drunk. This was completely different. And it was hot. It was taking all of the other times and putting it all together. <br><br><br> We knew each other quite well. Our bodies, our minds. It had happened in little moments throughout the day to day over the weeks, months, //years//. <br><br> She was clutching herself to me, pulling me like she was feeding a craving. My hands were on her ass, smaller than mine but cute and pert. I gave it a tug, pulling her hips against mine and we began to grind. <br><br> I could feel her heat. I'm sure she could feel my wetness. Pressure against our smooth thighs, back and forth, side to side, slow circles. We were grunting and panting into each other's mouths, hands tight on the other's body to ensure that we didn't move. <br><br> We didn't. Until we came. Nearly together, first it was her, fingernails digging into my shirt as she whimpered cutely: pouty and pained eyes as her body shook. <br><br> Maybe it was the look that got me there, but then I was joining her and blackness and then bright light was all I saw. Then I realized she was giggling softly and covering my mouth, "<<print $CC.name>>. Fuck. Yer gunna wake them." <br><br> "Should we...?" She nodded, playfully pushing me right off the couch. I thudded to the ground and we left the TV on as we bounced upstairs, bodies ruddy and throbbing in heat as oxytocin coursed through us. <br><br><br> I was certainly thinking about continuing and her peeling a T-shirt off in the hallway by her bedroom clued me in that her thoughts were similar. <br><br> She was top-heavy, for sure and I always admired her tits. I grabbed her crossing the lintel as I began sucking hungrily at her nipples. She cooed and nudged the door shut while she walked backwards, pulling me with her towards the bed. Her hands were dropping my shorts. <br><br> I climbed ontop of her excitedly. I continued to work on her rigid, ready nipples, her hand snaking between my legs to begin ministrations. I gasped, breaking contact and pushing her down, my other hand grasping her wrist, "I'm //sen//-sitive..." <br><br> She grinned devilishly and grabbed my hips. I felt the wetness on one cheek as her fingers gripped me, we were reorienting and then her head was between my legs. Shuddering, sensitive but giving in to the pleasure, I dropped mine as well to return the favor. <br><br><br> Tasting her was incredibly personal, like I was experiencing a part of myself. <br><br> Her laughing against my mound was a crazy experience, "Yer shaking." <br><br> "I know." It was muffled, literally, but I'm sure she knew what I meant. And then we both got to work, her hands gripping my hips to keep me steady. And soon enough I had to hold hers as she bucked against my nose and jaw. I hoped I wasn't going to have black eyes from the first jerk of orgasmic release. <br><br> Not letting up, my fingers pushed into her soft insides, thrusting slowly as I curled them and licked playfully at her clit. She squealed, grabbing at me as she continued to cum. I took her gripping at my fingers as a compliment. It ruined my rhythm, but it was enough for her, apparently. <br><br><br> We alternated like that for probably an hour, focusing on each other in a 69, face to face with our mature 'mine' and 'yours'. And then we collapsed until the morning. <br><br> "So...did that...count?" Came the groggy, exhausted question as the morning light flickered over our naked bodies, strewn across the crumpled, wet sheets. <br><br> It was my first thought too: lack of dick. Lack of 'real' penetration. How much different was that from what we'd done before? "Yeah. //Definitely//." <br><br> <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Coach Vovk">> <<set _sex1 = "good">> <<set _sex2 = "careful">> <<set _sex3 = "good">> It was one day after the official practice had wound down. I had taken a tumble and he had sent the other girls home while he cared for me in the trainer's office. The gym was essentially empty and the spark that had always been between us -- mutual respect, the physicality of what we were doing, the intensity, that his hands were always on me without being overtly sexual -- it all had been building until that moment on the massage table. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Vance">> <<set _sex1 = "good">> <<set _sex2 = "unprep">> <<set _sex3 = "bad">> There's something about doing a show with someone. You've heard showmance maybe? When you're opposite someone, playing love, playing attraction, it's easier to fool others when you've fooled yourself. And daily, we were pining after each other, canoodling for hours on end, kissing -- we had gone for the real thing early in rehearsal -- and so, naturally, we took an excuse to 'run lines' and practice on off-hours, alone, in his room. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Rod">> <<set _sex1 = "good">> <<set _sex2 = "careful">> <<set _sex3 = "fine">> We spent a ton of time together, afternoons, weekends, alone and sweaty. The congratulatory, customary butt-smack from him was different. The pain and jiggle made between my legs react in a way that my body understood before my brain did. And wearing spandex didn't leave much separation from his hand and my bare skin. So, we had spent the afternoon with his hands guiding my stance for a pass, my swing for a serve. We were close, we were alone. The gym floor wasn't comfortable, but it was there. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Hull">> <<set _sex1 = "good">> <<set _sex2 = "unprep">> <<set _sex3 = "fine">> There was an intimacy to the Confessional. Telling someone your secrets, the dark corners of your mind and experience. What you had done wrong. And then to be forgiven? Unequivocally? Instantly? Eternally? The relief of that weight has an incredible feeling. So I was more honest. And eventually I was honest about how I felt. I admired him deeply. He lived rent-free in my mind and I told him what I thought about at night. And he asked for me to show him. And I did, because the forgiveness was moments away. And then he showed me it was reciprocated. We gave each other relief and forgiveness. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Uncle Tom">> <<set _sex1 = "rules">> <<set _sex2 = "selfish">> <<set _sex3 = "fine">> I guess, truly, he wasn't my uncle. By blood. Just <<print $CC.MName>>'s brother who was always over. A friend and family. He'd be drinking with <<print $CC.DName>> or coming over for a dinner. Or doing work around the house -- he was very handy. And I noticed him looking, once I began to understand really what that meant. And once I had gotten to the place where there was something to look at. One day he was over and it was just me and him. It didn't take long before us being alone allowed us to fulfill those desires. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Mark">> <<set _sex1 = "rules">> <<set _sex2 = "careful">> <<set _sex3 = "fine">> Fuck the patriarchy, man. But goddamn, the strength and control that came with being a man, being in power was intoxicating. Maybe I got myself in trouble from time to time not just because I wasn't thinking or bucking the rules, but because I wanted the discipline and to see how I'd be reprimanded by our principal, Mark, this time. I was a regular in his office and I think he began to understand that it wasn't just poor behavior or me being a typical unruly child. I think he saw the interest in my eyes for his position. I think he gave me detention not because I deserved it, but because he knew he was running it that weekend and no one else was being disciplined. And so I really got to fuck the patriarchy. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Brian">> <<set _sex1 = "rules">> <<set _sex2 = "unprep">> <<set _sex3 = "drunk">> I'm not proud about it. But it was hot. We had gotten a //little// drunk and made our way to my place...and my room. At the moment, he didn't seem to care about <<print $CC.FName>> and neither did I. There was something about him that I had always found attractive. Kind of realized it when they started dating. Now, I could get a taste of it myself. I wasn't going to wait until they weren't together to get a taste of him. They could still date, or whatever. I'm no homewrecker. Just horny, I guess. And if they weren't together, I'd have wanted to hook up with him too. So, it had nothing to do with her. Even if she did find out, she //couldn't// get mad. It just...happened. It needed to happen. It was going to happen. It happened. <<elseif $CC.vCard == $CC.DName>> <<set _sex1 = "rules">> <<set _sex2 = "unprep">> <<set _sex3 = "bad">> <<print $CC.MName>> wasn't home. When we were alone, the dynamic between <<print $CC.vCard>> and I was...different. He treated me with the same energy and looks that I experienced from normal guys. Other guys. And he knew me in ways that no one else could -- there was a natural intimacy that he leaned into. He encouraged me to be 'comfortable' around him and not worry about what I was wearing. We'd watch things together. We'd be close. He progressively became more adventurous with his hands and his proximity. He'd use confidence and circumstance to push the envelope. Things that started 'off' became 'normal' and expected. And then, it happened. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Larry">> <<set _sex1 = "rules">> <<set _sex2 = "careful">> <<set _sex3 = "bad">> He was one of the last guys that earned the title "dad" as I bounced around before ending up with <<print $CC.DName>> and <<print $CC.MName>>. When we were alone, the dynamic between Larry and I was...different. He treated me with the same energy and looks that I experienced from normal guys. Other guys. And he knew me in ways that no one else could -- there was a natural intimacy that he leaned into. He encouraged me to be 'comfortable' around him and not worry about what I was wearing. We'd watch things together. We'd be close. He progressively became more adventurous with his hands and his proximity. He'd use confidence and circumstance to push the envelope. Things that started 'off' became 'normal' and expected. And then, it happened. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Tyler">> <<set _sex1 = "rules">> <<set _sex2 = "unprep">> <<set _sex3 = "good">> When I wasn't with The Boys, I was with <<print $CC.FName>>. At her house, I had a freedom that I didn't at my own, -- whatever rules she was expected to adhere to were relaxed for me, and the rules //I// was supposed to adhere to? I got to do what I fucking wanted. I spent a ton of time around the house, in myriad states, various states of...dress, after parties, before parties. So, my proximity, Tyler and I spent time together too. He got to know me in a way that other parents didn't. And I saw the way he looked at me. And it ignited something in me from the first moment. I didn't know why -- maybe it was because it was //her// Dad. It would upset her if she knew. It elevated the stakes and clearly excited us both. And then, one afternoon, I had dropped by and she hadn't been there. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Arvin">> <<set _sex1 = "rules">> <<set _sex2 = "careful">> <<set _sex3 = "good">> I felt comfortable around him and with him being around all the time, it's who I brought my questions to and his thoughts about me were quite apparent. While he was 'dad' -- he wasn't. There was a familial closeness and knowledge, but there was also a non-familial freedom. So when <<print $CC.MName>> wasn't around, there were lowered barriers, flirting, a bit of teasing. The wrongness was exciting. I don't know if either of us expected it to be consummated, but it certainly was. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Carlos">> <<set _sex1 = "sudden">> <<set _sex2 = "unprep">> <<set _sex3 = "good">> The gooning sessions aligned with the yard work on a monthly cycle, and after Carlos had gotten such a show, there was a sexual tension between us when I would show up. When he and his team would show up. When I would goon, I'd occasionally think about him, that first accident, and other 'scenarios'. And then, one day, I was in the midst of a sesh -- he certainly knew my schedule by that point -- and I heard a knock at the door. Throwing on something quickly and immensely frustrated, I answered. He wanted a glass of water. We quenched...something. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Ronnie">> <<set _sex1 = "sudden">> <<set _sex2 = "unprep">> <<set _sex3 = "bad">> There's an ease when you're at home which is tough to rival. Your guard is down, you're trying to just be you and live your life. So, sometimes when informal get-togethers happen, family friends caught me unawares. Ronnie was one of <<print $CC.DName>>'s guys that was always over for a beer. To watch the game. When his inhibition was down he certainly watched me as well. He had some 'accidental' encounters to check in with me, build a kind of friendship and 'just us' sense. I didn't mind the attention. And that he was hiding it from <<print $CC.DName>> some kind of rebellious bonus. So one night, when I had joined them for a late night movie -- their team had lost -- we were left alone and...things happened that had been building between us for months. A tension needed to be released, a realization of all those imagined eventualities and possibilities... <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Seth">> <<set _sex1 = "sudden">> <<set _sex2 = "careful">> <<set _sex3 = "bad">> When you experiment for the first time, before you've understood what's happening and what's going to happen, you're trying to grapple with the explosive excitement and pleasure. Rationally. As best you can. And, in my case...I didn't grapple too well. Making out went quickly to heavy petting and once we were getting at each other's parts, they wanted to come together. And so did we. So we did. A lot of firsts all at once. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Random Guy">> <<set _sex1 = "sudden">> <<set _sex2 = "unprep">> <<set _sex3 = "drunk">> I...don't know his name. Don't really remember much, if anything about him. I have pieced together what I can from my first time with him because...it was my first time. But all I'm certain of is that it happened, I've gotten over 'regret' and tried to ignore any of that bullshit about 'first time' expectations or other social myths. It was sex. We sexed. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Barkewitcz">> <<set _sex1 = "rules">> <<set _sex2 = "selfish">> <<set _sex3 = "bad">> I think he had been made coach of the softball team because of 'incidents' with other teams. I think he was floored to find out that I actually liked dudes. He loved that I didn't care about the rumors, and that the other girls were jealous of //him//. Sure, it was in the dugout after practice, sweaty and tired. But it was secluded and safe. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Samson">> <<set _sex1 = "good">> <<set _sex2 = "selfish">> <<set _sex3 = "good">> Youth group wasn't a weird place to find a boyfriend. It was kinda part of the point -- bringing the like-minded, Christ-like together. He didn't have long hair, which made me smile -- either meant he was powerless or it was a bad name. But, God, was he //hot//. He acted like he didn't know it, which made it cuter and once it was all done, I think that was learned behavior that worked for him. It worked on me. And we were ''not'' Christ-like. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Petey">> <<set _sex1 = "good">> <<set _sex2 = "selfish">> <<set _sex3 = "quick">> I don't remember how we went from him being a crush of mine and to actual dating, but when he asked me out, I was floored. It felt monumental, an impossibility, a dream. Kinda like our first night. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Wes">> <<set _sex1 = "pushy">> <<set _sex2 = "unprep">> <<set _sex3 = "bad">> I definitely wasn't his first. I knew that for a fact. I could probably tell you exactly who he was //their// first, though. He had a magnetism to him. There was this aura and status to him at school, and his confidence worked. Time and again. On others. On me. There was almost like a rhythm or standard operating procedure from the way he behaved. He had a method and it worked, not just for notches, but pathfinding women. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Marco">> <<set _sex1 = "pushy">> <<set _sex2 = "selfish">> <<set _sex3 = "bad">> Spending time after hours at school meant there were fewer people around, and those that were around weren't actually school staff. It was during those off-hours that a sweaty, extremely confident construction worker made his move. The first day, I really enjoyed the attention and a break from the boredom of waiting around essentially alone with my phone. The next day, his questions got more personal and he clearly was taking a break to spend it with me. Then, //that// day, he wanted to show me what they were working on. It was unfinished, uncomfortable, but for his purposes -- unoccupied. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Warren">> <<set _sex1 = "pushy">> <<set _sex2 = "game">> <<set _sex3 = "bad">> He led our Varsity squad on the field, so he had an aura about him. We were at an after-game celebration and he had been integral in winning the game. He always was. He approached me, new on the squad and I was flattered. I was floored. It was like being in the thrall of a rockstar. I wasn't his first, and he had a bit of a rep, but it was a first time for me. And with him, it would be memorable, right? <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Amari">> <<set _sex1 = "pushy">> <<set _sex2 = "game">> <<set _sex3 = "good">> Being a girl in a gang has a massively sexual element to it. It was kind of like a harem, and Amari was the head of the group, which meant when he selected someone, he got what he wanted. Otherwise, you were dismissed, unprotected...or worse. And he always liked the fresh and new ones before others had their pass. It was a ritual, it was the rule, it was expected. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Clay">> <<set _sex1 = "pushy">> <<set _sex2 = "game">> <<set _sex3 = "fine">> He was the touchpoint between me and the label, which meant we would meet up for coffee and get into the weeds together on what could be good for my career. It felt good to be the focus of his attention, that he was so passionate about //me// and he was cute. And not too much older than me. Our meetings were increasingly away from the office and in more intimate, personal locations. It was less about my career and more about each other. Afterwards the meetings became a weird kind of wooden official -- a barrier between the artist and what had happened. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Ian">> <<set _sex1 = "sudden">> <<set _sex2 = "game">> <<set _sex3 = "good">> God it was nice being on the beach, seeing every guy in the splendor of the sun. Mostly naked, showing off their bodies, shining in sweat and lotion. It was like getting a sneak preview of what a hookup would be like with them. Ian was an absolute stud, and we'd spend some time before swapping shifts on the tower. He'd come early to chat, I'd stay late to talk. And on a slow day...we did more than talk. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Eric">> <<set _sex1 = "good">> <<set _sex2 = "game">> <<set _sex3 = "fine">> I was the only girl in the group, which had a certain quality about it. Eric fudged some rolls for me, but also brought sex to the forefront be including rules that he had found online about sex into the game. And my character was female and somehow kept finding herself in situations that required or suggested her having sex. I could sense the arousal of the guys at the table as those encounters took place. And Eric took it a step further, showing me what those rules looked like in real life during one of our pre-session chats about character and background. We didn't talk about my Elven Paladin or the campaign, though. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "DJ Eros">> <<set _sex1 = "sudden">> <<set _sex2 = "selfish">> <<set _sex3 = "drunk">> There was this little club that we frequented when we didn't want to get //too// tore up. Or deal with the hassle of bouncers. We were known and even given some spins on the turntables by this guy, DJ Eros. He was a small-time disc jockey, but he had a standing spot opening and keeping the energy up before a bigger act came later. And when I got a little too drunk, I hung out up there with him __maybe__ a bit too much. He'd DJ and I'd dance with him. Or, I guess, dance against him. When I was definitely too drunk and he was leaving the stage for the big act of the night, this one time he brought me back to the greenroom since it was still early and took it a step further. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Raymond">> <<set _sex1 = "sudden">> <<set _sex2 = "game">> <<set _sex3 = "drunk">> Having a truck meant I had a get outta dodge card on hand. Raymond was more than happy to come pick me up and we were more than happy to do literally nothing but chill in the flatbed and drink. Sometimes we'd end up making out. Not like we were dating or anything more than buds, but when you were alone and drunk...things happened. More often than not, making out led to hooking up because we were bored and drunk. And this one time, things escalated really quickly. I can literally still feel the plastic ridges of the flatbed protector on my back. <<elseif $CC.vCard == "Derek">> <<set _sex1 = "pushy">> <<set _sex2 = "selfish">> <<set _sex3 = "drunk">> Derek was //the// most popular guy. He didn't fall into any particular clique and he floated between them effortlessly. There was an infectious quality to his smile and his gaze. I melted every time he looked at me and got jealous whenever his attention turned to someone else -- even guys. So, when he offered to take me out, I think I said yes before he finishes his sentence. He was every classes white whale and I was deigned worthy enough to go out with him. He insisted we keep it a secret and now, in retrospect, I understand why. But in the moment, it felt like a dirty -- important -- little secret. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if _sex1 == "pushy">> We'd been making out, tongues stuffing down each other's throats and practically eating each other's faces. There was something exciting about getting this worked up and not going further. I giggled at his grunts. I could tell he was so horny. He wanted me //bad//. Grabbing at his body, I pulled him against me. I wanted him too. But not that way. Not yet. Not right now. <br><br> It's not that I was afraid of losing my virginity. But it was something new and it was a bit scary. And it was a one time thing. You couldn't take it back. I just...wasn't ready yet. <br><br> I yelped, he was pulling me up, tight against him as his fingers dug at my ass, trying to peel my skirt upward. I giggled into his mouth and tugged back down. Give him a little feel but not give him the wrong idea. <br><br> He bit at my lower lip, "Ow!" I frowned, our kiss broken for a moment and his eyes flashed devilishly. I smirked and bit back at his, tugging lightly with my teeth and then we dove in again. <br><br> My hands battled with <<print $CC.vCard>> at the hem of my top. Fine. Grab one of my...<<shake 2s>>tits<</shake>>. "Hey." I got out quickly before he dove in for another pressing kiss. My shirt was coming up and my hands were at his wrists. Both of us were pulling. He was winning. <br><br> The pressure of his mouth against mine was leaning me back. My shirt was coming up. <<link "Off">><<upper>><</link>>. He was climbing over me and getting between my legs, pulling them apart firmly as I began to realize that he didn't feel it was as fun to get this worked up if we weren't going to take it home. <br><br> /* TODO Mira: for 0.3.1 - fix undressing with linkexpands */ /* OK this is major refactor - we'd need to do each _sex1, _sex2, _sex3 as a separate include and have these included inside expand... */ I wasn't sure what to do, feeling him tug my hips up and yanking my <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> <<link "skirt">><<lower>><</link>> up my legs, revealing just how easy access I was. <<else>> <<link "skirt">><<lower>><<panties>><</link>> up my legs with my underwear. <</if>> And then he immediately dropped himself between my thighs again. <br><br> Undoing his belt and zipper, he was leaning over me, looking down at the goal of his quest between my legs, his chest heaving and breath a series of rapid pants, "I...I'm not sure..." my fingers plaintively trying to find the edge of his pants and hint to maybe...keep them closed? <br><br> "About what?" He grinned broadly as his insistence was freed. Goddamn he was hard. The cock didn't even move as it came free from within his pants. His heartbeat made it slightly waver with increased tension. <br><br> "I've never..." <br><br> "Better late than never." He smiled, pushing my thighs back and smacking his cock against my sticky, soaked slit. <br><br> "I don't know." I gasped out, feeling the rigidity bouncing off of my engorged clit. <br><br> "I do." His smile never faltered, nor did the pressure to take it further. <br><br><br> <<elseif _sex1 == "sudden">> Fuck. I was //so// horny. My shirt was off, <<print $CC.vCard>> was sucking firmly at my erect nipples, and I was gasping out, clutching his head against me as the pleasure shot through me. <br><br> My hand had disappeared into his pants, the zipper scraping and tugging at my wrist while I tugged carefully at his cock, swollen within. He switched nipples, I shuddered. I felt his hands working the remaining clothing off from my lower half and my body responded, my mind elsewhere. <br><br> Hips lifting and working, our combined efforts meant I was naked in seconds, his hand diving right between my legs. His fingertips <<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">>glid over my smooth mound <<else>>caught slightly at my hair as they searched lower <</if>>to the honey-soaked target below, beginning to flick at my clit. <br><br> "<<shake 3s>>Fuck<</shake>>." The pitch of my voice elevated an octave as my core clenched and my hands pulled him against me. He felt my need and he pushed me back. Everything inside me was calling out for pleasure and release. <br><br> I felt his pants drop away from his hips, thankful to not experience the roughness of the zipper any longer. I cooed and gasped, feeling not just his fingers toying with my button, but my hand bumping against my sex -- getting crowded -- as the tip, slick with precum, began to probe lower while I stroked. <br><br> The sensation of his near entry, the heat and firmness of his erection, the feeling of him ontop of me...shit, was I ready for this? Did he even know he was about to take my -- a sharp pang as the tip dug in, letting my hand be the guide and steady for him as he applied pressure, starting to sink in. <br><br> Instinctively, I jerked, releasing his cock and pushing up on his stomach. He leaned up, breaking contact with both my clit and my <<print $Body.tits>> breasts. He was frowning, my body was upset, both were needy children denied what felt good. "What." The tone was firm. Not a question. <br><br> "S-sorry...my first time..." It wasn't how I imagined it, but it certainly felt really necessary right now. <br><br> "Really?" I nodded, chewing at my lower lip. <br><br><br> <<elseif _sex1 == "good">> We'd been together a while. <<print $CC.vCard>> had been supremely patient, considerate that I wasn't ready yet and had to build up to this moment. <br><br> But I relented, it was time. And hearing that, we were off to the races, clambering awkwardly against each other as we tried to manage a new configuration and intention for our bodies. <br><br> We giggled and it was sweet, I could see the kindness in his eyes, almost an "Are you sure?" question lingering while we kissed and positioned ourselves. <br><br> I worked on his belt as an answer and immediately I felt his lips on my neck, the excitement clear in his nipping. The belt swung open and his hips shifted as I tugged, negotiating his pants down while I felt his fingers fumbling at my clothes -- too fast ironically making him go slower. <br><br> Soon, his cock was out, pulsing in anticipation and my pussy was freed. He dove straight in. My hands clutched at the seats of the car, knees kicking up and out as I was shocked by the sudden clit suckling. <br><br> My hands found his head, caressing and tugging slightly while I gasped and melted before him. It wasn't my first time being eaten out, but knowing it wasn't the act in and of itself, it shook me to my core. <br><br> <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">> I felt his hot breath puffing into my hair, occasionally feeling him shift to remove a stray or reposition for a better angle, soon it was mostly matted from the moistness of his breathing and my own natural juice. <<elseif $Body.pubes !== "bald">> I felt his breath puffing into my hair that slowly matted under the assault of his moist breaths, the bridge of his nose against my pubic bone, pressing against it and working side to side as he munched. <<else>> I felt his breath puffing hotly against my bare skin, bridge of his nose working against the smooth skin of my mound, moistness from his breathing coupled with my own natural juice. <</if>> <br><br> I squealed, climaxing as he his fingers pressed up into me and his tongue flicked against my nub. I clutched at his head, thighs on either side pinning him against my sex while it thrummed through me. <br><br> As I settled back, I laughed, seeing him lift up with a pussy-eating grin and wiping his mouth clean on his sleeve. <br><br><br> <</if>> <<if _sex1 == "rules">> "We shouldn't be doing this..." <<print $CC.vCard>> chuckled as our lips parted for the hundredth time. The thought of //him// and ''me'' being together. Of us being found out. Especially...during the act. <br><br> Of losing my virginity? Oh god. That was what was about to happen. It hadn't really crossed my mind until this moment. Somewhere deep inside me, I had known, but I had just wanted the contact, the intimacy -- ''intense'' like I had never experienced -- with __him__. <br><br><br> <<shake 2s>>Fuck.<</shake>> That did something inside of me. The reasons and whys and hows of everything up to this moment evaporated in the wake of my desire. To do the thing. The //wrong// thing. <br><br> I nodded and shrugged, "It's...your first time...right?" Another nod and shrug. "And you're sure?" A final nod, shrug, tugging him into my face and diving deeply into the bliss that was his mouth. <br><br> I worked on his belt as an answer and immediately I felt his lips on my neck, the excitement clear in his nipping. The belt swung open and his hips shifted as I tugged, negotiating his pants down while I felt his fingers fumbling at my clothes -- too fast ironically making him go slower. <br><br> Soon, his cock was out, pulsing in anticipation and my pussy was freed. His eyes gazed at<<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>the smooth skin<<else>>the hair<</if>> above my glistening gash. I could tell he was considering, eyes darting up to check in with me, "We should probably be quick...so..." <br><br> "Yeah, that'd be bad." He nodded in full agreement to just get to the dick in pussy part. <br><br><br> <</if>> <<if _sex2 == "selfish">> <<set _condom = false>> My eyes dropped to his cock, visibly aching. <br><br> Without warning, my head was being pulled to it. I mmmphed in surprise, the words stopped by the flesh in between my lips. My <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes looking at him in surprise, eyebrows raised, but he wasn't paying attention except to the new sensation. He was grunting and pulling firmly at the back of my head. <br><br> My hands pressed at his thighs but he pressed harder. Continuing to suck, I bobbed and applied pressure with my tongue and suction with my mouth, feeling the heartbeat against my cheeks and roof of my mouth as he fucked my mouth. So, I guess I wasn't going to be losing my virginity. <br><br> And then my head was being pulled back by my hair while he was climbing ontop of me, his free hand pushing my thighs out of his way as he lined himself up, lubricated with my spit and incredibly ready to go now. The arousal was burning brightly in his eyes. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> "C-condom." I gasped out, finally able to speak and taking what moment I had to get some kind of protection before -- yep, I was losing my virginity because -- "Ow!" there it went. <br><br> His hips driving down firmly as he shook his head, "Too late." With a deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being not only entered quickly but for the first time was enough to silence my response. <br><br><br> <<else>> "C-careful--" I gasped out, finally able to speak and taking what moment I had to get some consideration before -- yep, I was losing my virginity because -- "Ow!" there it went. <br><br> His hips driving down firmly as he shook his head, "Too late." With a deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being not only entered quickly but for the first time was enough to silence my response. <br><br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _sex2 == "careful">> <<set _condom = true>> My eyes dropped to his cock, visibly aching. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 0>> I motioned for him to mount me and he shook his head, "One sec," digging in his crumpled pants pocket. <br><br> I laughed and waved him on again, "<<print $CC.vCard>>, it's fiiine...I'm on <<print $CC.BC>>." <br><br> There was a momentary consideration, I could see it as he looked between my legs as he unwrapped the condom anyway and began to roll it down his rigid meat. <br><br> "Safer." <br><br> "You don't trust me?" <br><br> "That's not..." he sighed, a pained look on his face. <br><br> I didn't want to kill the mood, reaching down to grasp his cock and stroke it slightly, guiding it forward, "Sorry." <br><br> "Sokay. Just want you to trust me too." <br><br> "I...d-do." It didn't come out as believable as I wanted as he entered me. <br><br><br> <<else>> "Sorry...you, uh, got a..." <br><br> He nodded vigorously, "One sec," digging in his crumpled pants pocket. <br><br> "Cool, thanks...I'm just not on..." <br><br> I could see his desire to fuck me anyway as he looked between my legs and unwrapped the condom, "Shh...I know." He began to roll it down his rigid meat. <br><br> "You know I trust you, right?" <br><br> "Shh...." he put a finger against my mouth, leaning ontop of me. <br><br> I didn't want to kill the mood, reaching down to grasp his cock and stroke it slightly, guiding it forward, "Sorry." <br><br> "Shhh..." he repeated, but it was harder to be quiet right then as the tip met me and stuck inside, entering me. <br><br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _sex2 == "game">> <<set _condom = false>> My eyes dropped to his cock, visibly aching. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 0>> I motioned for him to mount me and he nodded, "I've got really good pullout game." Confident as he slowly moved into position. <br><br> "So, not your first time, huh." I laughed, waving him on again, "I'm on <<print $CC.BC>>. Don't hafta." <br><br> "Yeah, rather not." He smiled, quite pleased as he pushed the unprotected head up and down my slit, giving a slight nudge at my entrance that made me gasp. <br><br> I bit my lower lip, "Tease." <br><br> "Your first time should be fun." He pressed his head in, feeling him spreading me open and then drew back and out of me, letting me feel the vacancy he left. I could tell he was both enjoying the bare feeling on his cock and teasing me. <br><br> "S-stop that already." I reached behind him and pulled his ass, my back arching as he was suddenly inside me fully, as I had asked. The teasing stopped. <br><br><br> <<else>> "Sorry...you, uh, got a..." <br><br> Instead, he smiled, "I've got //really// good pullout game." Confident and dismissing the condom with barely a second thought. <br><br> "Uh, cool, but uh...I'm just not on..." <br><br> I could see his desire to fuck me anyway as he looked between my legs, "Truuuust me. I've got this. Don't have one anyway." <br><br> "Oh." Wasn't sure what to do with the options on the table. "Not your first time, huh?" <br><br> "Ha. No." His cock was beginning to wane, my hand reached down to stroke, to stoke the fire. I didn't want to kill the mood, "You sure?" His eyes fluttered at my touch, he nodded. Maybe at the sensation, maybe at my question. I guided him forward. <br><br> "Ngh..." he grunted at the touch. The feeling of my unprotected heat against his bare tip. "Feel nice?" He asked as he applied pressure, parting my folds. <br><br> I nodded. He did seem experienced, especially in comparison to me. "You'll pull out, right?" <br><br> "I said I would." A little ticked at the question, but less so once his head pushed inside. Fuck. This felt good. Hurt. But...//good//. I nodded. <br><br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _sex2 == "unprep">> <<set _condom = false>> My eyes dropped to his cock, visibly aching. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 0>> I motioned for him to mount me and he nodded, "Cool. Yeah, I really wasn't...prepared for this. So, you're good?" He motioned at his bare meat, slowly moving into position. <br><br> I laughed and waved him on again, "<<print $CC.vCard>>, it's fiiine...I'm on <<print $CC.BC>>." <br><br> "Awesome." And then he was pushing the unprotected head up and down my slit, giving a little nudge at my entrance, making me gasp. <br><br> He smiled. I bit my lower lip, "Tease." <br><br> "First time should be fun." It was a kind smile, poking slightly in and drawing back, enjoying working me up. <br><br> "It will be. Now. //Get//. ''In''. Me." I reached back and gave a pull at his ass, arching my back as the entry happened. Oh, he was in. <br><br><br> <<else>> "Sorry...you, uh, got a..." <br><br> He nodded vigorously, "One sec," digging in his crumpled pants pocket. <br><br> "Cool, thanks...I'm just not on..." <br><br> I could see his desire to fuck me anyway as he looked between my legs, face shifting as he and I both realized the lack of protection at the same time, "Uh, wasn't really...expecting this, ya know?" a smile seeking understanding. <br><br> "Yeah, makes sense." An awkward giggle. <br><br> "You...got any?" His cock was beginning to wane, I shook my head, but reached down to stroke, to stoke the fire. I didn't want to kill the mood, so I guiding it forward, "Sorry." <br><br> "Ngh..." he grunted at the touch. "Y-you really should if you're not...on..." <br><br> "Yeah, I wasn't expecting it either." <br><br> He chuckled, leaning in, letting my stroking push his cockhead up and down my waiting slit. "So, call it even?" <br><br> "Just...?" <br><br> He nodded, applying some pressure and I felt myself being penetrated, "I'll pull out." <br><br> Fuck. This felt good. Hurt. But...//good//. "Yeah." I nodded. <br><br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _sex3 == "fine">> He shuddered and I felt a pang of jealousy. He was //loving// this. He pushed into me, my walls fighting his entrance and each stroke. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine, trying to find comfort. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix -- //jesus// -- that was unexpected. My hand pushed at his stomach each time he stuffed my innards aside like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, "Like that?" grinning big. <br><br> "Can you not go so deep?" A flash of surprise fluttered over his face as he processed the opposite of what he thought was true about sex. <br><br> "Uh. Sure." He nodded as he lifted over me and pulled his dick-punches. I sighed and nodded, mmphing out as I began to get used to the sensation of someone inside of me. <br><br> He was frowning a bit, though I could still see the shocks of pleasure as my ridges tugged at his cock -- he was liking this, but he wasn't enjoying what I had asked of him. <br><br> "Better?" I nodded, "Gonna cum?" <br><br> I hadn't expected that. I also didn't expect to actually cum, despite that it wasn't hurting now. Good, but not great. Not the way that it felt when I went to work on myself. "Uh, yeah." I dropped my hand to my clit and closed my eyes. <br><br> "Me too." He grunted out over me. I could feel his attempts at retaining the rhythm and depth but was becoming erratic as his need overrode his mind. He began hilting occasionally inside me and pushed hard, needy against my crotch. He was using me to cum...and I was doing my best to help myself cum too. <br><br> Going to my happy place, I //did// enjoy the extra sensation of being filled and dug into. It gave me another touchstone as I touched. <br><br><br> <<if _condom == false>> <<if _sex2 == "game">> I gasped, feeling his cock becoming so rigid and beginning to twitch inside me. Rapidly, he was tugging out of my pussy sharply, making me gasp again. He sat back on his haunches, hand on his sticky cock and pumping wildly as his chest heaved. Hot thick shots of semen shot over my tummy and up to my tits. <br><br> I giggled as some hit me square in the face, "Sorry." He grunted out, but I don't know how sorry he actually was. <br><br> My fingers moved from rubbing at myself to shielding my slit from his errant spurts. I wouldn't be cumming. He did have game, but I wanted to make sure I //definitely// wouldn't be getting pregnant. <br><br> And then he was done. Smiling and stroking slowly over his cock as it oozed ontop of my hand. "Fuck yeah." <br><br><br> <<else>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. <br><br> And I lost it, back arching and holding my breath as an orgasm ripped through me, his load the tug at my trigger I needed. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> My first time getting fucked was also my first getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> <</if>> And then he was done, smiling and holding himself tight against me, "Fuck yeah." while fully emptying and then withdrawing. The stickiness beginning in my crotch as his spent cock popped free from my clutch. <br><br><br> <</if>> <<else>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me. Thankful for the heat of his member, the pumping of his penis inside me as it did its job. <br><br> And I lost it, back arching and holding my breath as an orgasm ripped through me, the feeling of his peak the tug at my trigger I needed. <br><br> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times, "Fuck yeah." while fully emptying and then withdrawing. I gasped and winced slightly as the cock pulled out of me, the condom tugging at my lips as it came free as well, heavy with the load. <br><br><br> <</if>> <<if _sex2 == "unprep">> "Fuck. S-sorry." He was grunting as he felt my pussy pulling at his sensitive meat as he withdrew. I nodded, not sure of what else to say or do. "It just felt too good. I tried." I nodded, still frozen. "You okay? It'll be fine, I'm sure." Flushed, he smiled at me. I nodded and pulled him back down, too late now anyway, I figured. <br><br><br> <</if>> He leaned forward and gave me a kiss while he was pulling himself off of me. "That was so good." <br><br> I giggled and nodded, glad that I had gotten off, but again felt a flash of jealousy as he seemed //so// content right now and I felt...the same as if I had just been fingering at home. <br><br> So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better. <br><br><br> <</if>> <<if _sex3 == "drunk">> He grunted and smacked firmly into me, the booze on his breathe gusting against my face as he labored into me. I mmphed and squirmed, feeling the sharp sensation of being stuffed inside. I was glad for the armor of alcohol, which kept me from feeling too much, both a good and a bad thing, but at least it didn't hurt. <br><br> I had expected it to hurt, but this was just ripping the bandaid off. Tearing my V-Card when I wasn't thinking too hard about it because I couldn't. And in the haze of drunkenness we smacked against each other, just letting our lizard brains take control. <br><br> "Fuck this is good." He reiterated, but even in our state, I could tell he was loving it. His eyes glazed from the pleasure, potables in his system, watching me bounce and jiggle underneath him as he drove his cock home. Home. Home. <br><br> His crotch hit against my clit, grinding for a split-second and sending a shock through my system, eliciting a gasp with each inward stroke. It was like a movie, seeing the pleasure from a distance, separate from me but still felt good. <br><br> "Gonna cum?" I shook my head. "Kay." He gave a quick nod. Being drunk he seemed completely unconcerned with my response. But I wasn't gonna fake it my first time and I knew that this wasn't going to get me there, either. "I'm gunna." Leaning forward more over me on his hands and slamming his hips down between my thighs intensely. Hot, loaded breath blasting into my face rapidly. "Gonna." He was frowning. Focused. Driving //hard// to overcome his own deadened nerves. "Gon. Na." Nailing roughly, needy. "Cum." <br><br> A final thrust. Head thrown back and grunting deeply as he began to blow his load. <br><br> <<if _condom == false>> My head dropped back, panting quickly while feeling his cock become so rigid, beginning to twitch inside me. A bloom of heat, thick inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Another one. He grunted, pressing down tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. <br><br> He grunted out, "Fuck." I watched him orgasm as our drunken hookup came to an end. <br><br><br> Oh. He was cumming in. me. <br><br><br> Took me long enough to realize. Him too. He was done. Smiling and pressing against my mound. "Fuck yeah." <<if _sex2 == "game" or _sex2 == "unprep">> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> My first time getting fucked was also my first getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do now. <br><br> <</if>> He tugged out sharply and rolled off me, grabbing some tissues to clean himself off. "We should get back." <br><br> Thick, warm wetness oozed out of me. Well, I could feel that. "Yeah." I nodded, going grab my clothes, trying to ignore the mess we made. <br><br><br> <</if>> <<else>> My head dropped back, panting quickly while feeling his cock become so rigid, beginning to twitch inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Again. Again. Again. He grunted, pressing down tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. <br><br> He grunted out, "Fuck." I watched him orgasm as our drunken hookup came to an end. "Fuck yeah." <br><br> He tugged out sharply and rolled off me. He yanked the condom and flung it aside. I don't know if he got it to a trashcan or not. "We should get back." He grabbed some tissues to clean himself off. <br><br><br> "Yeah." I nodded, going to grab my clothes. <</if>> So that was sex. Hm. Maybe try it not drunk next time. Well, at least I could brag to all my friends about losing it. Done and done. <br><br><br> The next day I was super sore. Reminding me how being drunk had 'protected' me. <</if>> <<if _sex3 == "good">> He shuddered and I giggled, loving that I could see and feel his reaction. My hands slid down his back as he slid into me. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <br><br> "You okay?" he froze, mid-way through lifting over me. <br><br> "Y-yeah, just..." <br><br> He nodded quickly, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Let me know, okay?" <br><br> "I will. Just...keep going." And smacked him lightly on his back, hands sliding down to his ass. He immediately began to draw back and push into me harder, making my back arch and my hands clenched at his clenching cheeks. <br><br> His eyes gazed not at my body, but my face, searching for hints while the slow draw and insertion continued. <br><br> I smiled and laughed, he smiled and laughed. We were both becoming flushed, sweat was forming. <br><br> It had started with pain, but that had been expected. It was a crazy, new sensation being filled by another person, hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat through a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> And it was feeling better. Thrust by thrust, my pussy stopped yelling at me so much. I'd definitely be sore, but I saw why people did it again and again. <br><br> The pain was shifting into pleasure. And I think he could see that, "You going to...?" <br><br> I shook my head, "It's okay." <br><br> He shook his head back at me, sweat flicked from his forehead and hair down at me, making me giggle. <br><br> Leaning his weight on one arm, he reached between my legs. He began to work his fingers in time with his thrusting. The sensation was surprising and arresting. I froze, gawking up at him as the sensations built within me. So much better than doing it myself, or even having someone else do it...//while// I was being driven into? <<shake 2s>>Christ.<</shake>> <br><br> Oh. "<<shake 10s>>CHRIST!<</shake>>" I have no idea what happened for what felt like an eternity, but when I came down, he was done too. <br><br> He grunted and leaned forward on his hands, his face focused and moments later his hips drove roughly against my crotch in a final release. <br><br> <<if _condom == false>> <<if _sex2 == "game">> I gasped, feeling his cock becoming so rigid and beginning to twitch inside me. Rapidly, he was tugging out of my pussy sharply, making me gasp again. He sat back on his haunches, hand on his sticky cock and pumping wildly as his chest heaved. Hot thick shots of semen shot over my tummy and up to my tits. <br><br> I giggled as some hit me square in the face, "Sorry." He grunted out, but I don't know how sorry he actually was. <br><br> My fingers darted downward to shielding my slit from his errant spurts. He did have game, but I wanted to make sure I //definitely// wouldn't be getting pregnant. <br><br> And then he was done. Smiling and stroking slowly over his cock as it oozed ontop of my hand. "Fuck yeah." <<else>> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> My first time getting fucked was also my first getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do now. <br><br> <</if>> He was smiling, arms curling under my shoulders and pulling me up into a deep kiss while flexing his hips. It sent shocks through my core as the pressure and friction brushed my clitoris and pushed around inside me as well. <br><br> The stickiness began between us as he began to soften. <br><br> <</if>> <<else>> He was smiling, arms curling under my shoulders and pulling me up into a deep kiss while flexing his hips. It sent shocks through my core as the pressure and friction brushed my clitoris and pushed around inside me as well. <br><br> <</if>> <<if _sex2 == "unprep">> "Fuck. S-sorry." He was grunting as he felt my pussy pulling at his sensitive meat as he withdrew. I nodded, not sure of what else to say or do. "It just felt too good. I tried." I nodded, still frozen. "You okay? It'll be fine, I'm sure." Flushed, he smiled at me. I nodded and pulled him back down, too late now anyway, I figured. <br><br> <</if>> We kissed and giggled, cuddling for a bit before putting our clothes back on. So that was sex. //Incredible//. I couldn't wait to tell my friends. <br><br> <</if>> <<if _sex3 == "bad">> He shuddered and I giggled, loving that I could see and feel his reaction. My hands slid down his back as he slid into me. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, "Like that?" grinning big as he lifted over me and immediately began to ram firmly between my legs. No lead-up, no previews, fucking. I grit my teeth and body tensed, my hands quickly moving to press up at his stomach for relief. <br><br> Ignoring the hints, or, based on his expression, just not even looking for them -- he hammered away, grunting out, "Like that?" <br><br> He leaned forward on over me, his face focused but eyes taking in my body as it bounced and reacted to his thrusting. <br><br> It had hurt when he had entered me. It was a strange new sensation when he fully inserted. And it was not what I expected as he continued going. <br><br> I had heard that the first time hurt. I wondered if I was bleeding. Why wasn't he noticing my reactions? I didn't want to scare him though. <br><br> My pussy yelled at me. His reactions told me he was feeling the ''exact'' opposite. He was grinning big, grunting deeply and focusing harder, "Gonna cum?" <br><br> Shit. He was trying to make me cum and I definitely was...not...going to. I quickly nodded, biting my lower lip and putting on the best show I could. My fingernails dug into his stomach, more out of the discomfort than my ecstasy. I let my squeals from his invasion out easier, hoping they'd be misconstrued. <br><br> They were. <br><br> <<if _condom == false>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> My first time getting fucked was also my first getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> <</if>> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times, "Fuck yeah." while fully emptying and then withdrawing. The stickiness beginning in my crotch as his spent cock popped free from my clutch. <br><br> <<else>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me. Thankful for the heat of his member, the pumping of his penis inside me as it did its job. <br><br> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times, "Fuck yeah." while fully emptying and then withdrawing. I gasped and winced slightly as the cock pulled out of me, the condom tugging at my lips as it came free as well, heavy with the load. <br><br> <</if>> <<if _sex2 == "unprep" or _sex2 == "game">> "Fuck. S-sorry." He was grunting as he felt my pussy pulling at his sensitive meat as he withdrew. I nodded, not sure of what else to say or do. "It just felt too good. I tried." I nodded, still frozen. "You okay? It'll be fine, I'm sure." Flushed, he smiled at me. I nodded and pulled him back down, too late now anyway, I figured. <br><br> <</if>> He dismounted with a satisfied sigh, checking out the gape between my legs as he put his clothes back on. So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better. <br><br> <</if>> <<if _sex3 == "quick">> He shuddered and I giggled, loving that I could see and feel his reaction. My hands slid down his back as he slid into me. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, grinning big as he lifted over me and immediately began to draw back and push into me harder, making my back arch and my hands went from his back to his stomach. <br><br> Ignoring the hints the slow draw and insertion ramped up after just two pumps, he began firmly stuffing his cock inside me, encouraged by my vocal and bodily reactions, completely missing the underlying meaning. <br><br> He grunted and leaned forward on his hands, his face focused and moments later his hips drove roughly against my crotch in a final release. <br><br> <<if _condom == false>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> My first time getting fucked was also my first getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> <</if>> And then he was done, smiling and giving me a deep kiss while flexing his hips against me before withdrawing. The stickiness beginning in my crotch as his spent cock popped free from my clutch. <br><br> <<else>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me. Entranced, I felt the heat of his member, the pumping of his penis inside me as it did its job. <br><br> And then he was done, smiling and giving me a deep kiss while flexing his hips against me before withdrawing. I gasped and winced slightly as the cock pulled out of me, the condom tugging at my lips as it came free as well, heavy with the load. <br><br> <</if>> <<if _sex2 == "unprep" or _sex2 == "game">> "Fuck. S-sorry." He was grunting as he felt my pussy pulling at his sensitive meat as he withdrew. I nodded, not sure of what else to say or do. "It just felt too good. I tried." I nodded, still frozen. "You okay? It'll be fine, I'm sure." Flushed, he smiled at me. I nodded and pulled him back down, too late now anyway, I figured. <br><br> <</if>> We kissed and giggled, cuddling for a bit before putting our clothes back on. So that was sex. Huh. Really was quick like they said and not some porno-length session. <br><br> <</if>> And...that was my <<link "first time">> <<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> "Oh you want the full list? My __body count__? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>> <</link>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if $CC.HSBC === 1>> I know you don't believe me, but that was it. [[For the time|HS008 - PromNight][$sexcount = true]] being. <<print $CC.vCard>> and I were together, except at Prom...we were on a break. <br><br> <<else>> While <<print $CC.vCard>> was my first real <<if $CC.vCard !== "Ava" and $CC.vCard !== $CC.FName>>boyfriend<<else>>girlfriend<</if>> in my mind, it was off again, on again. They weren't the only one I slept with. <br><br> Fine. <br><br> Can you hear my eyes rolling in their sockets? <br><br> <div id = "HSBC"> The <<link "grand total">> <<replace "#HSBC" t8n>> My notches in the bedpost -- everyone always wants the gory details, //sigh// -- was <<print $CC.HSBC>> of them. <br><br> Ugh. Who? I really have to list them all out for you? [[Fine|HS007 - HSBC2]]. <</replace>> <</link>>? </div> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Notches on a headboard */ <<set $People['HS'] = { generic1: { name: "Levy", title: "Levy was a sweet, but nerdy guy from Computer Class.", gender: 'M', caption: "Levy from Computer class" }, generic2: { name: "Owen", title: "Owen, an upper classman.", gender: 'M', caption: "Owen, upper classman" }, generic3: { name: "Asher", title: "Asher, an under classman.", gender: 'M', caption: "Asher, under classman" }, generic4: { name: "Carl", title: "Carl, from my class.", gender: 'M', caption: "Carl, from HS" }, generic5: { name: "Terry", title: "Terry, from our sister school.", gender: 'M', caption: "Terry from another HS" }, generic6: { name: "Demi", title: "Demi, was a quiet girl from Computer Class.", gender: 'F', caption: "Demi from Computer class" }, generic7: { name: "Sarah", title: "Sarah, was a freckled under classman.", gender: 'F', caption: "Sarah, under classman" }, generic8: { name: "Saoirse", title: "Saoirse, from my class.", gender: 'F', caption: "Saoirse, from HS" }, generic9: { name: "Tyler", title: "Tyler, had a guy's name and went to our sister school.", gender: 'F', caption: "Tyler, girl from another HS" }, }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Petey">> <<set $People['HS'].petey = { name: "Petey", title: "Petey -- I landed my first crush", gender: "M", caption: "Petey, first crush" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Ava">> <<set $People['HS'].ava = { name: "Ava", title: "Ava was my nemesis, but maybe it's because we wanted each other.", gender: "F", caption: "Ava, my nemesis" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.vCard !== $CC.FName>> <<set $People['HS'].ffriend = { name: $CC.FName, title: $CC.FName + ", were friends and experimented together to figure sex out.", gender: "F", caption: $CC.FName + ", my best friend and lover" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.parents == "hurt">> <<if $CC.vCard !== $CC.DName>><<set $People['HS'].hurt1 = { name: $CC.DName, title: $CC.DName + ", my Dad", gender: "M", caption: $CC.DName + ", my Dad" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].hurt2 = { name: "Gerry", title: "Gerry, one of my dad's friends", gender: "M", caption: "Gerry, a friend of my dad. Maybe he knew" }>> <<set $People['HS'].hurt3 = { name: "Amos", title: "Amos, one of my dad's coworkers", gender: "M", caption: "Amos worked with my dad. Maybe there was an agreement" }>> <<if $CC.mom == 0>><<set $People['HS'].hurt4 = { name: "Emily", title: "Emily, my 'Mom'", gender: "F", caption: "Emily, my 'Mom'" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].hurt5 = { name: "Mary", title: "Mary was an older neighbor and often babysat me", gender: "F", caption: "Mary, a hometown neighbor" }>> <<set $People['HS'].hurt6 = { name: "George", title: "George, my grandfather", gender: "M", caption: "George, my grandfather"}>> <</if>> <<if $CC.parents == "adopted">> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Larry">><<set $People['HS'].adopted1 = { name: "Larry", title: "Larry, One of my fosterers", gender: "M", caption: "Larry, foster Dad", olderMan: true }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].adopted2 = { name: "Josiah", title: "Josiah, a foster agent", gender: "M", caption: "Josiah was my foster agent" }>> <<set $People['HS'].adopted3 = { name: "Thomas", title: "Thomas, a pastor", gender: "M", caption: "Thomas was a pastor at a halfway house" }>> <<set $People['HS'].adopted4 = { name: "Chiara", title: "Chiara, One of my fosterers", gender: "F", caption: "Chiara, foster Mom" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mom == "family">> <<set $People['HS'].family1 = { name: "Ezra", title: "Ezra, my sister's ex", gender: "M", caption: "Ezra, my sister's ex" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family2 = { name: "Luca", title: "Luca, my sister's ex", gender: "M", caption: "Luca, my sister's ex" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family3 = { name: "Jayden", title: "Jayden, my sister's ex", gender: "M", caption: "Jayden, my sister's ex" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family4 = { name: "Grayson", title: "Grayson, my brother's friend", gender: "M", caption: "Grayson, my brother's friend" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family5 = { name: "Carter", title: "Carter, my brother's friend", gender: "M", caption: "Carter, my brother's friend" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family6 = { name: "Jaxon", title: "Jaxon, my brother's friend", gender: "M", caption: "Jaxon, my brother's friend" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family7 = { name: "Julie", title: "Julie, my brother's ex", gender: "F", caption: "Julie, used to date my brother" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family8 = { name: "Connie", title: "Connie, my sister's friend", gender: "F", caption: "Connie, my sister's friend" }>> <<if $CC.parents == "hurt">> <<set $People['HS'].family9 = { name: "Carroll", title: "Carroll, my older sister", gender: "F", caption: "Lillian, my older sister" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family10 = { name: "Vaughn", title: "Vaughn, my older brother", gender: "M", caption: "Lloyd, my older brother" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family11 = { name: "Fleming", title: "Fleming, my younger brother", gender: "M", caption: "Fleming, my younger brother" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mom == 0>> <<set $People['HS'].mom1 = { name: "Dean", title: "Dean, cousin in name, not by blood.", gender: "M", caption: "Dean, cousin in name only" }>> <<set $People['HS'].mom2 = { name: "Hayden", title: $CC.MName + "'s friend.", gender: "M", caption: "Hayden, my step-mom's friend", olderMan: true }>> <<set $People['HS'].mom3 = { name: "Maddox", title: $CC.MName +"'s ex-husband.", gender: "M", caption: "Maddox, my step-mom's ex-husband", olderMan: true }>> <<set $People['HS'].mom4 = { name: "Maddy", title: "Maddy, cousin in name, not by blood.", gender: "F", caption: "Maddy, cousin in name only" }>> <<set $People['HS'].mom5 = { name: "Willow", title: "Willow, my step-mom's butchy friend", gender: "F", caption: "Willow, my step-mom's friend" }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Uncle Tom">><<set $People['HS'].mom6 = { name: "Tom", title: "Tom, My 'uncle'", gender: "M", caption: "Uncle Tom", olderMan: true }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.dad == 0>> <<if $CC.mom == "young">> <<set $People['HS'].dad1 = { name: "Tucker", title: "Tucker, one of" + $CC.MName + "'s boyfriends.", gender: "M", caption: $CC.MName + "'s boyfriend, Tucker" }>> <<set $People['HS'].dad2 = { name: "Emiliano", title: "Emiliano, one of" + $CC.MName + "'s boyfriends.", gender: "M", caption: $CC.MName + "'s boyfriend, Emiliano" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Arvin">><<set $People['HS'].dad3 = { name: "Arvin", title: "Arvin, My step-dad. We were alone from time to time and, I can't explain it, it happened. Quietly.", gender: "M", caption: "Arvin, my Step-Dad", olderMan: true }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 2>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth1 = { name: "Griffin", title: "Griffin and I got bored together on his dad's yacht", gender: "M", caption: "Griffin, wealthy family friend" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth2 = { name: "Richard", title: "Richard was from across the lake during summer camp.", gender: "M", caption: "Richard, from the boys' summer camp" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth3 = { name: "Tommy", title: "Tommy was a counselor at summer camp. It was hot. He was hotter.", gender: "M", caption: "Tommy, summer camp counselor" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth4 = { name: "Serenity", title: "Serenity had a movie room in her house.", gender: "F", caption: "Serenity, a rich girl" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth5 = { name: "Ayla", title: "Ayla and I enjoyed the time in our empty cabin.", gender: "F", caption: "Ayla from my summer camp" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth6 = { name: "Raelynn", title: "Raelynn was a bored trophy wife", gender: "F", caption: "Raelynn, bored trophy wife" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth7 = { name: "Vincent", title: "Vincent, our driver", gender: "M", caption: "Vincent, my driver growing up" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth8 = { name: "Myles", title: $CC.MName + "'s yoga instructor.", gender: "M", caption: "Myles," + $CC.MName + "'s yoga instructor" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth9 = { name: "Jone", title: "I am not really sure of his name, nor how to pronounce it., We met on holiday in Fiji and I was able to sneak away.", gender: "M", caption: "Jone, on Fiji Family Holiday" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth10 = { name: "Erica", title: "Erica, our au pair", gender: "F", caption: "Erica, my au pair" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth11 = { name: "Petra", title: "Petra, my mom's friend, always on something.", gender: "F", caption: "Petra, my mom's friend" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 2>> <<set $People['HS'].learning1 = { name: "Milo", title: "Milo, from AP Calc class", gender: "M", caption: "Milo, from AP Calc" }>> <<set $People['HS'].learning2 = { name: "Vanni", title: "Vanni, another National Merit Finalist", gender: "M", caption: "Vanni, National Merit Finalist" }>> <<set $People['HS'].learning3 = { name: "Aloïs", title: "Aloïs, French Exchange Student", gender: "M", caption: "Aloïs, French Exchange Student in high school" }>> <<set $People['HS'].learning4 = { name: "Amelia", title: "Amelia, our valedictorian", gender: "F", caption: "Amelia, our valedictorian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].learning5 = { name: "Winny", title: "Winny, our salutorian", gender: "F", caption: "Winny, our salutorian" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<set $People['HS'].attractiveness1 = { name: "Emma", title: "Emma, I don't think she was into girls, but she was into me.", gender: "F", caption: "Emma, a non-lesbian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].attractiveness2 = { name: "Walker", title: "Walker, yes -- that Walker from TV", gender: "M", caption: "Walker, TV Star" }>> <<set $People['HS'].attractiveness3 = { name: "Jasper", title: "Jasper, my home town's most notable Hall of Famer", gender: "M", caption: "Jasper, hometown Hall of Famer" }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Warren">> <<set $People['HS'].attractiveness4 = { name: "Warren", title: "Warren led our Varsity squad on the field and let me to bed off the field", gender: "M", caption: "Warren, high school Varsity QB" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Derek">> <<set $People['HS'].prom1 = { name: "Derek", title: "Derek was the hottest guy in school.", gender: "M", caption: "Derek, hottest guy at school" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set $People['HS'].suggestible1 = { name: "Waylon", title: "Waylon, a guy I met at a bar", gender: "M", caption: "Waylon, rando from a bar" }>> <<set $People['HS'].suggestible2 = { name: "Coop", title: "Coop, a guy I met at a bar", gender: "M", caption: "Coop, a rando from a bar" }>> <<set $People['HS'].suggestible3 = { name: "Kai", title: "Kai, a guy I met at a bar", gender: "M", caption: "Kai, a rando from a bar" }>> <<set $People['HS'].suggestible4 = { name: "Chloe", title: "Chloe taught me the ways of a woman.", gender: "F", caption: "Chloe got me to switch teams" }>> <<set $People['HS'].suggestible5 = { name: "Luna", title: "Luna wasn't attractive, but pushy.", gender: "F", caption: "Luna, an uggo" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> <<set $People['HS'].stable1 = { name: "John", title: "John, my second boyfriend", gender: "M", caption: "John, my second boyfriend" }>> <<set $People['HS'].stable2 = { name: "James", title: "James, my third boyfriend", gender: "M", caption: "James, my third boyfriend" }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Brian">><<set $People['HS'].stable3 = { name: "Brian", title: "Brian, " + $CC.FName + "'s boyfriend. I'm not proud about it. But it was hot.", gender: "M", caption: $CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].stable4 = { name: "Bella", title: "Bella, my first true girlfriend", gender: "F", caption: "Bella, my first true girlfriend" }>> <<set $People['HS'].stable5 = { name: "Sophia", title: "Sophia, my longest-term girlfriend", gender: "F", caption: "Sophia, long-term girlfriend" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<set $People['HS'].easy1 = { name: "Eli", title: "Eli, a boyfriend's best friend", gender: "M", caption: "Eli, a boyfriend's best friend" }>> <<set $People['HS'].easy2 = { name: "Ryan", title: "Ryan, a boyfriend's friend", gender: "M", caption: "Ryan, a boyfriend's friend" }>> <<set $People['HS'].easy3 = { name: "Cam", title: "Cam, a boyfriend's friend", gender: "M", caption: "Cam, a boyfriend's friend" }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Ronnie">><<set $People['HS'].easy4 = { name: "Ronnie", title: "Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend.", gender: "M", caption: "Ronnie," + $CC.DName + "'s friend", olderMan: true }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].easy5 = { name: "Don't know who it was", title: "Don't know who it was, but do know I got fucked at a party.", gender: 'M', caption: "Some guy at a HS party" }>> <<set $People['HS'].easy6 = { name: "Abby", title: "Abby and I got too drunk at a party", gender: "F", caption: "Abby, drunk at a HS party" }>> <<set $People['HS'].easy7 = { name: "Grace", title: "Grace used to date" + $CC.friend1 , gender: "F", caption: "Grace, " + $CC.friend1 + "'s ex-girlfriend" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> <<set $People['HS'].risky1 = { name: "Lorenzo", title: "Lorenzo, a guy at school's Dad", gender: "M", caption: "Lorenzo, a schoolfriend's dad", olderMan: true }>> <<set $People['HS'].risky2 = { name: "Archer", title: "Archer, local university professor", gender: "M", caption: "Archer, hometown university professor", olderMan: true }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Tyler">><<set $People['HS']["risky3"] = { name: 'Tyler', title: "Tyler, " + $CC.FName + "'s Dad. Hanging out together gave the opportunity", gender: 'M', caption: $CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler", olderMan: true }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].risky4 = { name: "Mila", title: "Mila wanted to announce our relationship, but I was too afraid", gender: "F", caption: "Mila, loud and proud lesbian" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> <<set $People['HS'].maleAttention1 = { name: "Enzo", title: "Enzo, a very complimentary local barber", gender: "M", caption: "Enzo, hometown barber" }>> <<set $People['HS'].maleAttention2 = { name: "Rhett", title: "Rhett picked me up in his pick-up", gender: "M", caption: "Rhett in his pick-up" }>> <<set $People['HS'].maleAttention3 = { name: "Bentley", title: "Bentley insisted I was to be his Sugar Baby.", gender: 'M', caption: "my 'Sugar Daddy'", olderMan: true }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> <<set $People['HS'].confident1 = { name: "Roman", title: "Roman, from a chat room", gender: "M", caption: "Roman, met online" }>> <<set $People['HS'].confident2 = { name: "Brooks", title: "Brooks, from Whisper", gender: "M", caption: "Brooks from a chat app" }>> <<set $People['HS'].confident3 = { name: "Axel", title: "Axel, who slid into my DM's", gender: "M", caption: "Axel, from Instagram" }>> <<set $People['HS'].confident4 = { name: "Eve", title: "Eve, who flirted with me on TikTok", gender: "F", caption: "Eve from TikTok" }>> <<set $People['HS'].confident5 = { name: "Viktor", title: "Viktor, who tricked me into thinking I was meeting 'her'", gender: "F", caption: "Viktor, not the woman he was online" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<set $People['HS'].maleReaction1 = { name: "Ryker", title: "Ryker, an ex-con lucky after being down on his luck", gender: "M", caption: "Ryker, ex-con" }>> <<set $People['HS'].maleReaction2 = { name: "Max", title: "Max, a pushy club promoter", gender: "M", caption: "Max, club promoter" }>> <<set $People['HS'].maleReaction3 = { name: "Ace", title: "Ace, the townie with a rep", gender: "M", caption: "Ace, townie who had everyone" }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Marco">><<set $People['HS'].maleReaction4 = { name: "Marco", title: "Marco did construction at school", gender: "M", caption: "Marco, construction Worker at school", olderMan: true }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">> <<set $People['HS'].nerd1 = { name: "William", title: "William, A married guy who was staying at the hotel during TwitchCon.", gender: 'M', caption: "William, 'Milady' at the TwitchCon hotel" }>> <<if $CC.memories.includes("TwitchCosWin")>><<set $People['HS'].nerd2 = { name: "Levy", title: "Levy, the head judge at the cosplay competition, which may have had something to do with the result.", gender: 'M', caption: "Lead Judge at TwitchCon", olderMan: true }>><</if>> <<if $HS.twitchFifth == "Vic">><<set $People['HS'].nerd3 = { name: "Vic", title: "Vic, from FlyQuest", gender: "M", caption: "Vic, from FlyQuest" }>><</if>> <<if $HS.twitchFifth == "Loser">><<set $People['HS'].nerd4 = { name: "Ryan Gary", title: "Ryan Gary, Our last minute replacement for the League Open", gender: "M", caption: "Ryan Gary, the fifth from TwitchCon" }>><</if>> <<if $HS.twitchFifth == "Stud">><<set $People['HS'].nerd5 = { name: "Chuck", title: "Chuck, The confident guy from TwitchCon", gender: "M", caption: "Chuck, the confident guy from TwitchCon" }>><</if>> <<if $HS.twitchFifth == "Elijah">><<set $People['HS'].nerd6 = { name: "Elijah", title: "Elijah, The guy I grabbed for the Open", gender: "M", caption: "Elijah, the fifth I sourced at the Open" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd7 = { name: "Mark", title: "Mark, 'On social media, Mark seemed to be about my age. In person, he was charming enough.", gender: 'M', caption: "Mark, successful catfisher", olderMan: true }>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd8 = { name: "Wil", title: "Got an autograph from Wil at the con, and a memory or two", gender: "M", caption: "Wil, a not-so-famous Sci Fi actor" }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Eric">><<set $People['HS'].nerd9 = { name: "Eric", title: "Eric, Ethan's older brother, was my first DM, teaching me D&D and D.", gender: 'M', caption: "Eric, my first DM" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd10 = { name: "Gianna", title: "Gianna was a super hot DVA at TwitchCon", gender: "F", caption: "Gianna, DVA at TwitchCon" }>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd11 = { name: "Avery", title: "Avery, one of the few other girls at the TwitchOpen", gender: "F", caption: "Avery, also mained Ahri" }>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd12 = { name: "Faith", title: "Faith, a Twitch Streamer at TwitchCon", gender: "F", caption: "Faith, Streamer at TwitchCon" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">> <<if $CC.vCard !== 'Rod'>><<set $People['HS'].sports1 = { name: "Rod", title: "Rod, We spent a ton of time together. Afternoons, weekends, alone and sweaty.", gender: 'M', caption: "Coach Rod", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].sports2 = { name: "Dick", title: "The assistant coach was always the last one around, and sometimes I showered too long", gender: "M", caption: "Dick, the assistant coach" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports3 = { name: "Willy", title: "Willy could never demonstrate what we were doing in PE, but I knew he was fit enough", gender: "M", caption: "Willy, high school PE teacher", olderMan: true }>> <<if $HS.paddyHU == "Marty">><<set $People['HS'].sports4 = { name: "Marty", title: "Playing with Marty once wasn't enough. I was a bright part of his year.", gender: 'M', caption: "Marty, Paddy regular", olderMan: true }>><</if>> <<if $HS.paddyHU == "Sean">><<set $People['HS'].sports5 = { name: "Sean", title: "Sean and I spent a few late nights opening me while closing up the bar.", gender: 'M', caption: "Sean, Paddy's bartender", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].sports6 = { name: "Gael", title: "Gael, judge at a competition", gender: "M", caption: "Gael, volleyball judge" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports7 = { name: "Ryder", title: "Ryder, male club volleyball player", gender: "M", caption: "Ryder from the men's volleyball club" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports8 = { name: "Kayden", title: "Kayden, Away Game bus driver", gender: "M", caption: "Kayden, bus driver" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports9 = { name: "Eleanor", title: "All that time in locker rooms meant it was easy with Eleanor", gender: "F", caption: "Eleanor, one of my teammates" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports10 = { name: "Hazel", title: "Hazel looked great in the spandex, taking a serve", gender: "F", caption: "Hazel, one of my teammates" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Popular">> <<set $People['HS'].popular1 = { name: "Dominic", title: "Dominic, brother of a 'friend'", gender: "M", caption: "Dominic, a friend's brother" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular2 = { name: "Carson", title: "Carson, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Carson, HS hottie" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular3 = { name: "Austin", title: "Austin, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Austin, HS hottie" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular4 = { name: "Jace", title: "Jace, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Jace, HS hottie" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular5 = { name: "Declan", title: "Declan, from our rival school", gender: "M", caption: "Declan, from a rival HS" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular6 = { name: "Kingston", title: "Kingston, a hanger-on", gender: "M", caption: "Kingston, popular wannabe" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular7 = { name: "Sawyer", title: "Sawyer, our group's 'bicycle'", gender: "M", caption: "Sawyer, popular-crowd hookup" }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Derek">><<set $People['HS'].popular8 = { name: "Derek", title: "Derek was Big Man on Campus", gender: "M", caption: "Derek, Big Man on HS Campus" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].popular9 = { name: "Aria", title: "Aria wanted to be popular and thought I was her in-road", gender: "F", caption: "Aria, popular wannabe" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular10 = { name: "Nora", title: "Nora and I had to keep our hookups on the DL to not get outed", gender: "F", caption: "Nora, HS popular girl" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Rebel">> <<if $CC.memories.includes("Nearly won Battle of the Bands") || $CC.memories.includes("Opened for Sara Morales")>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel1 = { name: "Lonnie", title: "Lonnie, The Metalhead that LOVED our band", gender: "M", caption: "Lonnie, Rock fanboi" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel2 = { name: "Willy", title: "Willy gave me his card and we had a few meetings, though my band didn't go anywhere, he and I did.", gender: 'M', caption: "Willy, music industry judge", olderMan: true }>> <<if $CC.memories.includes("Opened for Sara Morales")>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel3 = { name: "Sara Morales", title: "Sara and I had a fling after her show.", gender: "F", caption: "Sara Morales" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $HS.label == true>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Clay">><<set $People['HS'].rebel4 = { name: "Clay", title: "Clay got coffee and talked some shop, and he helped me sing some high notes.", gender: "M", caption: "Clay, GRD Assistant" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel5 = { name: "Colton", title: "Colton, singer in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Colton, local singer" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel6 = { name: "Hunter", title: "Hunter, drummer in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Hunter, local drummer" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel7 = { name: "Christian", title: "Christian, a roadie passing through", gender: "M", caption: "Christian, a roadie" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel8 = { name: "Silas", title: "Silas, bassist in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Silas, local bassist" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel9 = { name: "Xavier", title: "Xavier, guitarist in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Xavier, local guitarist" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel10 = { name: "Aurora", title: "Aurora, my first female groupie", gender: "F", caption: "Aurora, my first groupie" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Prude">> <<set $People['HS'].prude1 = { name: "Ibrahim", title: "Ibrahim, Sunday school wasn't only learning about the bible, and Ibrahim fascinated me with his expansive knowledge.", gender: "M", caption: "Ibrahim, comparative religion teacher at Sunday School" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prude2 = { name: "Emmett", title: "Emmett, tenor in the choir", gender: "M", caption: "Emmett, church tenor" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prude3 = { name: "Jeremiah", title: "Jeremiah, visiting deacon", gender: "M", caption: "Jeremiah, visiting deacon" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prude4 = { name: "Isaiah", title: "Isaiah, altar boy", gender: "M", caption: "Isaiah, an altar boy" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prude5 = { name: "Eli", title: "Eli, church organist", gender: "M", caption: "Eli, church organist" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prude6 = { name: "Grace", title: "Grace, who worked in the soup kitchen. We were already sweaty.", gender: "F", caption: "Grace, from the soup kitchen" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prude7 = { name: "Zoey", title: "Zoey, from the church choir", gender: "F", caption: "Zoey, from the church choir" }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Hull">><<set $People['HS'].prude8 = { name: "Minister John Hull", title: "Minister John Hull, proving the rumor", gender: "M", caption: "John Hull, Minister", olderMan: true }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "home" || $CC.hsv == "home">> <<set $People['HS'].home1 = { name: "Leo", title: "Leo, My neighbor growing up", gender: 'M', caption: "Neighbor Leo" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home2 = { name: "Damian", title: "Damian, a plumber when I was alone", gender: "M", caption: "Damian, a plumber" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home3 = { name: "Chase", title: "Chase, the UPS guy", gender: "M", caption: "Chase, the UPS guy" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home4 = { name: "Jesus", title: "Jesus, the older gardener", gender: "M", caption: "Jesus, our older gardener", olderMan: true }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Carlos">><<set $People['HS'].home5 = { name: "Carlos", title: "Carlos, the younger, hot gardener.", gender: "M", caption: "Carlos, our young gardener" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].home6 = { name: "Santiago", title: "Santiago, our middle-aged gardener", gender: "M", caption: "Santiago, our other gardener" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home7 = { name: "Nova", title: "Nova, a babysitter. Took real good care of me.", gender: "F", caption: "Nova, a babysitter" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home8 = { name: "Riley", title: "Riley from down the block and I loved to skinnydip together", gender: "F", caption: "Riley, a neighbor" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "vandal" || $CC.hsv == "vandal">> <<set $People['HS'].vandal1 = { name: "Malachi", title: "Malachi's a cop and I didn't want to get arrested", gender: "M", caption: "Malachi, a cop" }>> <<set $People['HS'].vandal2 = { name: "Mitchell", title: "Mitchell was school security and I needed back in", gender: "M", caption: "Mitchell, school security", schoolHelp: true }>> <<set $People['HS'].vandal3 = { name: "Allie", title: "Allie, my partner in crime", gender: "F", caption: "Allie, my partner in crime" }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Raymond">><<set $People['HS'].vandal4 = { name: "Raymond", title: "Raymond had his truck", gender: "M", caption: "Raymond, driver of the vandal vehicle" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "helper" || $CC.hsv == "helper">> <<set $People['HS'].helper1 = { name: "Beau", title: "Beau, leader of the neighborhood watch", gender: "M", caption: "Beau, neighborhood watch leader" }>> <<set $People['HS'].helper2 = { name: "Rowan", title: "Rowan, working on his hot rod and needed help", gender: "M", caption: "Rowan with the hot rod" }>> <<set $People['HS'].helper3 = { name: "Micah", title: "Micah, farmer from our Saturday farmer's market", gender: "M", caption: "Micah, Saturday farmer from the market" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "church" || $CC.hsv == "church">> <<set $People['HS'].church1 = { name: "Dylan", title: "Dylan, my Youth Minister", gender: "M", caption: "Dylan, Youth Minister" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church2 = { name: "Ezekiel", title: "Ezekiel, snack from youth group", gender: "M", caption: "Ezekiel, youth group hottie" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church3 = { name: "Josiah", title: "Josiah, cutie from youth group", gender: "M", caption: "Josiah, youth group hottie" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church4 = { name: "Charles", title: "Charles, youth group outreach brought him into the fold and my bed", gender: "M", caption: "Charles, from youth group outreach" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church5 = { name: "Eliana", title: "Eliana, soft-spoken youth group girl", gender: "F", caption: "Eliana, youth group hottie" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church6 = { name: "Lucy", title: "Lucy struggled with religion and her sexuality", gender: "F", caption: "Lucy, confused youth group girl" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church7 = { name: "Clark", title: "Clark, surprisingly still got it up every time I gave him a bath", gender: "M", caption: "Clark, who wanted more than just a bath" }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Samson">><<set $People['HS'].church8 = { name: "Samson", title: "Samson was the hottest in youth group", gender: "M", caption: "Samson, youth group hottie" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "partier" || $CC.hsv == "partier">> <<set $People['HS'].partier1 = { name: "Darnell", title: "Darnell, the green King in my circle", gender: "M", caption: "My hometown weed hookup, Darnell" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier2 = { name: "Mohammed", title: "There was a taxi ride I got a little creative in payment for", gender: "M", caption: "Mohammed, a taxi driver" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier3 = { name: "Easton", title: "Easton, a guy from a house party", gender: "M", caption: "Easton, rando at a house party" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier4 = { name: "Angel", title: "Angel, a guy from a house party", gender: "M", caption: "Angel, rando at a house party" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier5 = { name: "Nolan", title: "Nolan, a guy from a house party", gender: "M", caption: "Nolan, rando at a house party" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier6 = { name: "Naomi", title: "Naomi, a girl from a house party", gender: "F", caption: "Naomi, rando at a house party" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier7 = { name: "Hannah", title: "Hannah, a girl from a house party", gender: "F", caption: "Hannah, rando at a house party" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "gang" || $CC.hsv == "gang">> <<set $People['HS'].gang1 = { name: "Alejandro", title: "Alejandro, another gangbanger", gender: "M", caption: "Alejandro, fellow gangmember" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gang2 = { name: "Zayden", title: "Zayden and I was making peace with his guys", gender: "M", caption: "Zayden, opposing gang leader" }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Amari">><<set $People['HS'].gang3 = { name: "Amari", title: "Amari, our Capo", gender: "M", caption: "Amari, gangleader" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].gang4 = { name: "Elena", title: "Elena took her own piece, as she was entitled", gender: "F", caption: "Elena, fellow gangmember" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gang5 = { name: "Maya", title: "Maya and I used each other as outlets for what we endured from the gang guys", gender: "F", caption: "Maya, fellow gangmember" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "volunteer" || $CC.hsv == "volunteer">> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer1 = { name: "Joel", title: "Joel, homeless but kind", gender: "M", caption: "Joel, displaced person", olderMan: true }>> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer2 = { name: "Matias", title: "Matias, Salvation Army supervisor", gender: "M", caption: "Matias, Salvation Army supervisor" }>> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer3 = { name: "Peter", title: "Peter, who inspired me with what he knew about Greenpeace", gender: "M", caption: "Peter, Greenpeace proselytizer" }>> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer4 = { name: "Leah", title: "Leah and I hooked up on the beach while saving the turtles", gender: "F", caption: "Leah, Sea Turtle volunteer" }>> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer5 = { name: "Paisley", title: "Paisley, Salvation Army volunteer and smelled of patchouli", gender: "F", caption: "Paisley, Salvation Army volunteer" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "sporty" || $CC.hsv == "sporty">> <<set $People['HS'].sporty1 = { name: "Patrick", title: "Patrick, on the shot-put team", gender: "M", caption: "Patrick, Track and Field shot-put" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty2 = { name: "Colt", title: "Colt, top sprinter", gender: "M", caption: "Colt, HS top sprinter" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty3 = { name: "Tristan", title: "Tristan, coach from an opposing squad", gender: "M", caption: "Tristan, coach for the opposing team", olderMan: true }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Barkewitcz">><<set $People['HS'].sporty4 = { name: "Barkewitcz", title: "My softball coach, Barkewitcz", gender: "M", caption: "Coach Barkewitcz", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty5 = { name: "Delila", title: "Delila sat behind home plate and could kneel before me for hours.", gender: "F", caption: "Delila on the softball team" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty6 = { name: "Valentina", title: "Valentina was quick between the bases and between the sheets", gender: "F", caption: "Valentina, softball shortstop" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty7 = { name: "Madelyn", title: "Madelyn was there for me and the team in a pinch", gender: "F", caption: "Madelyn, pinch hitter" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "beach" || $CC.hsv == "beach">> <<set $People['HS'].beach1 = { name: "Nash", title: "Nash, from beach 'security'", gender: "M", caption: "Nash, from beach 'security'" }>> <<set $People['HS'].beach2 = { name: "Jeremy", title: "Jeremy, hotshot surfer", gender: "M", caption: "Jeremy, a hotshot surfer" }>> <<set $People['HS'].beach3 = { name: "Kash", title: "Kash, a nudist -- who shouldn't have been", gender: "M", caption: "Kash, beach nudist" }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Ian">><<set $People['HS'].beach4 = { name: "Ian", title: "Ian shared lifeguarding shifts with me", gender: "M", caption: "Ian, another lifeguard" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].beach5 = { name: "Kinsley", title: "Kinsley looked hot in a bikini", gender: "F", caption: "Kinsley, beach bum" }>> <<set $People['HS'].beach6 = { name: "Ruby", title: "Ruby, a nudist -- who shouldn't have been", gender: "F", caption: "Ruby, beach nudist" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "club" || $CC.hsv == "club">> <<set $People['HS'].club1 = { name: "Gareth", title: "Gareth had a weird name, and didn't need the cash, based on the house his parents lived in, but I enjoyed a discount from time to time -- I enjoyed him too.", gender: "M", caption: "My hometown coke dealer, Gareth" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club2 = { name: "Ajani", title: "There was a taxi ride I got a little creative in payment for", gender: "M", caption: "Ajani, a taxi driver" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club3 = { name: "Nebula", title: "'Nebula' -- never got his name, but dragged him off the club floor to the bathroom.", gender: "M", caption: "'Nebula' guy from that club" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club4 = { name: "Amin", title: "Amin and I took pills and had blissed-out sex at his place", gender: "M", caption: "Amin, pills and sex" }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "DJ Eros">><<set $People['HS'].club5 = { name: "DJ Eros", title: "DJ Eros.", gender: "M", caption: "DJ Eros" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].club6 = { name: "Genesis", title: "Genesis and I were out at the clubs, and high enough it was bound to happen", gender: "F", caption: "Genesis, fellow clubber" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club7 = { name: "Audrey", title: "Audrey wanted the hook-up, I wanted to hook up", gender: "F", caption: "Audrey paid me for access" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "tailgate" || $CC.hsv == "tailgate">> <<set $People['HS'].tailgate1 = { name: "Roddy", title: "Roddy was my dad's old college friend. Only ever saw him at games.", gender: "M", caption: "Roddy, my dad's old college friend" }>> <<set $People['HS'].tailgate2 = { name: "Shawn", title: "Shawn, grillmaster knew his hot meat", gender: "M", caption: "Shawn, who was in charge of the grill at games" }>> <<set $People['HS'].tailgate3 = { name: "Erron", title: "Erron, champ on and off the field", gender: "M", caption: "Erron, Auburn all-star" }>> <<set $People['HS'].tailgate4 = { name: "Sadie", title: "Sadie, one of Auburns Cheerleaders", gender: "F", caption: "Sadie, Auburn cheerleader" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "outdoors" || $CC.hsv == "outdoors">> <<set $People['HS'].outdoors1 = { name: "Preston", title: "Preston, fellow hiker", gender: "M", caption: "Preston, fellow hiker" }>> <<set $People['HS'].outdoors2 = { name: "Kaleb", title: "Kaleb, neighbor from the next camp", gender: "M", caption: "Kaleb, camping neighbor" }>> <<set $People['HS'].outdoors3 = { name: "Phoenix", title: "Phoenix, park ranger", gender: "M", caption: "Phoenix, park ranger" }>> <<set $People['HS'].outdoors4 = { name: "Autumn", title: "Autumn communed with me in nature", gender: "F", caption: "Autumn, camping neighbor" }>> <<set $People['HS'].outdoors5 = { name: "Quinn", title: "Quinn healed me when I sprained my ankle", gender: "F", caption: "Quinn, medicine woman" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "power">> <<set $People['HS'].power1 = { name: "Simon", title: "Simon was a teacher's assistant in the science department, covering labs and always had an inside track on test questions.", gender: "M", caption: "Simon, a high school teaching assistant", schoolHelp: true }>> <<set $People['HS'].power2 = { name: "Jose", title: "There was something about Jose's accent, rolling the tongue, or the Latin root.", gender: "M", caption: "Jose, high school Spanish Teacher", schoolHelp: true }>> <<set $People['HS'].power3 = { name: "Paul", title: "Paul was young, cute, and made Nabakov's Lolita make sense.", gender: "M", caption: "Paul, high school English teacher", schoolHelp: true }>> <<set $People['HS'].power4 = { name: "Karl", title: "We joked that Karl was around when algebra was created but he __did__ know how to balance my equations", gender: "M", caption: "Karl, high school math teacher", schoolHelp: true }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Mark">> <<if $CC.clique == "Rebel" || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 2>> <<set $People['HS'].power5 = { name: "Mark", title: "Sure, our principal sent me to detention a ton. He had ulterior motives.", gender: "M", caption: "Mark, the principal", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set $People['HS'].power6 = { name: "Everett", title: "Everett, who used to buy us alcohol", gender: "M", caption: "Everett, our alcohol hookup." }>> <<set $People['HS'].power7 = { name: "Brooklyn", title: "Brooklyn, our Sex Ed teacher. Really gave me the ins and outs.", gender: "F", caption: "Brooklyn, Sex Ed Teacher", schoolHelp: true}>> <<set $People['HS'].power8 = { name: "Cora", title: "Cora, queen of the cafeteria", gender: "F", caption: "Cora, lunch lady" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "books">> <<set $People['HS'].books1 = { name: "Carolina", title: "Caroline got me between the stacks", gender: "F", caption: "Carolina, library assistant" }>> <<set $People['HS'].books2 = { name: "Athena", title: "Athena, my tutor who did more than teach", gender: "F", caption: "Athena, my HS tutor" }>> <<set $People['HS'].books3 = { name: "Simon", title: "Simon, creative writing teacher", gender: "M", caption: "Simon, creative writing teacher" }>> <<set $People['HS'].books4 = { name: "Javier", title: "Javier took me between the stacks", gender: "M", caption: "Javier, librarian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].books5 = { name: "George", title: "George, who was more than eager to sign my first-edition copy at a meet and greet", gender: "M", caption: "George, famed sci-fi author", olderMan: true }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.memories.includes("CheerCaptain")>> <<if $CC.vCard !== 'Warren, Varsity QB'>><<set $People['HS'].warren = { name: "Warren", title: "Warren led our Varsity squad on the field and let me to bed off the field", gender: "M", caption: "Warren, high school Varsity QB" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.memories.includes("Cheerleader")>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader1 = { name: "Coach LeTourneau", title: "Coach LeTourneau.", gender: "M", caption: "Coach LeTourneau", olderMan: true }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader2 = { name: "Theo", title: "Theo, HS Basketball Star", gender: "M", caption: "Theo, HS Basketball Star" }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader3 = { name: "Maverick", title: "Maverick, HS Wrestling Star", gender: "M", caption: "Maverick, HS Wrestling Star" }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader4 = { name: "Hailey", title: "Hailey wasn't truly a blonde", gender: "F", caption: "Hailey, fellow cheerleader" }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader5 = { name: "Aubrey", title: "Aubrey was super flexible and vocal, sidelines or in bed", gender: "F", caption: "Aubrey, fellow cheerleader" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == "act">> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Vance">><<set $People['HS'].act1 = { name: "Vance", title: "Vance played Romeo opposite me", gender: "M", caption: "Vance, my Romeo" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].act2 = { name: "Josephine", title: "Josephine, a stage manager", gender: "F", caption: "Josephine, a stage manager" }>> <<if $CC.actPath == 1>> <<set $People['HS'].act3 = { name: "Kenneth", title: "Kenneth, audition room hook-up", gender: "M", caption: "Kenneth, from an audition" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act4 = { name: "Bodhi", title: "Bodhi, casting agent", gender: "M", caption: "Bodhi, casting agent" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act5 = { name: "Tobias", title: "Tobias, casting director", gender: "M", caption: "Tobias, casting director" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act6 = { name: "Malcolm", title: "Malcolm, co-star I read opposite", gender: "M", caption: "Malcolm, co-star I read opposite" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act7 = { name: "Martin", title: "Martin, an agent I met with", gender: "M", caption: "Martin, legit agent" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act8 = { name: "Daxton", title: "Daxton, 'up and coming' director", gender: "M", caption: "Daxton, 'up-and-coming' director" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act9 = { name: "Rory", title: "Rory, casting assistant", gender: "M", caption: "Rory, casting assistant" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act10 = { name: "Gideon", title: "Gideon, a film producer", gender: "M", caption: "Gideon, film producer", olderMan: true }>> <<set $People['HS'].act11 = { name: "Bradley", title: "Bradley, TV producer", gender: "M", caption: "Bradley, TV producer", olderMan: true }>> <<set $People['HS'].act12 = { name: "Emery", title: "Emery, a casting agent", gender: "F", caption: "Emery, casting agent" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act13 = { name: "Jen", title: "Jen, who ran a 'pay to play' community", gender: "F", caption: "Jen, actor extorter" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == "job">> <<if $CC.makeIt == 3>> <<set $People['HS'].job1 = { name: "Mateo", title: "Mateo, a server at Deb's showed me what was special tonight", gender: "M", caption: "Mateo, server at Deb's" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job2 = { name: "Russell", title: "Russell, regular at Deb's, possessive in-person and in bed.", gender: "M", caption: "Russell, Deb's pushy regular", olderMan: true }>> <<set $People['HS'].job3 = { name: "Juan", title: "Juan, the porter at Deb's always helped clean up after", gender: "M", caption: "Juan, Deb's porter" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job4 = { name: "Skyler", title: "Skyler, a server at Deb's who helped me close up", gender: "F", caption: "Skyler, server at Deb's" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job5 = { name: "Iris", title: "Iris, a beautiful hostess at Deb's", gender: "F", caption: "Iris, hostess at Deb's" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.makeIt == 2>> <<set $People['HS'].job6 = { name: "Sebastian", title: "Sebastian, I delivered for him and to him regularly", gender: "M", caption: "Sebastian, delivery regular" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job7 = { name: "Aidan", title: "Aidan got his pizza delivery girl fantasy fulfilled", gender: "M", caption: "Aidan, after a pizza delivery" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job8 = { name: "Wyatt", title: "Wyatt, another Dasher helped me kill time", gender: "M", caption: "Wyatt, fellow delivery guy" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job9 = { name: "Lydia", title: "Lydia had a cute scooter. We rode it together.", gender: "F", caption: "Lydia, fellow delivery girl" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'dance'>> <<set $People['HS'].dance1 = { name: "Atticus", title: "Atticus, owner of the dance studio", gender: "M", caption: "Atticus, dance studio owner" }>> <<set $People['HS'].dance2 = { name: "Omar", title: "Omar, only straight guy in my dance class", gender: "M", caption: "Omar, from dance" }>> <<set $People['HS'].dance3 = { name: "Misty", title: "Misty, a beautiful ballerina", gender: "F", caption: "Misty, ballerina" }>> <<set $People['HS'].dance4 = { name: "Nevaeh", title: "Nevaeh, one of my instructors", gender: "F", caption: "Navaeh, Ballet teacher" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'piano'>> <<set $People['HS'].piano1 = { name: "Madame Demianova", title: "Madame Demianova figured out my tempo.", gender: "F", caption: "Madame Demianova" }>> <<set $People['HS'].piano2 = { name: "Mr. Demianova", title: "Mr. Demianova drove me home a few times.", gender: "M", caption: "Mr. Demianova" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'gym'>> <<set $People['HS'].gym1 = { name: "Zane", title: "Zane, gymnastic judge", gender: "M", caption: "Zane, gymnastic judge" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gym2 = { name: "Adeline", title: "Adeline was our trainer and helped me with more than a sprain", gender: "F", caption: "Adeline, gym trainer" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gym3 = { name: "Laney", title: "Laney, fellow gymnast", gender: "F", caption: "Laney, fellow gymnast" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gym4 = { name: "Aleksandr", title: "Aleksandr was very hands on in his approach to improving my gymnastic form", gender: "M", caption: "Aleksandr, former Soviet Olympian gymnast", olderMan: true }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Coach Vovk">><<set $People['HS'].gym5 = { name: "Coach Vovk", title: "Coach Vovk.", gender: "M", caption: "Coach Vovk", olderMan: true }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'read'>> <<set $People['HS'].read1 = { name: "Bryce", title: "Bryce, teacher at the community college", gender: "M", caption: "Bryce, my teacher at community college", olderMan: true }>> <<set $People['HS'].read2 = { name: "Hudson", title: "Hudson, went to community college with me.", gender: "M", caption: "Hudson from community college" }>> <<set $People['HS'].read3 = { name: "Julian", title: "Julian showed me around a college campus", gender: "M", caption: "Julian, college student and tour guide" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.memories.includes("Cheerleader")>> <<set $People['HS'].cheer1 = { name: "Bella", title: "Bella, another cheerleader", gender: "F", caption: "Bella, a cheerleader" }>> <</if>> <<set $People['HS'].regex1 = { name: "Jackie", title: "Jackie was my roommate from summer camp", gender: "F", caption: "Jackie, Summer Camp fling" }>> <<set $People['HS'].regex2 = { name: "Shauna", title: "Shauna was a boyfriend's ex...she and I looked a lot alike.", gender: "F", caption: "Shauna, a boyfriend's ex" }>> <<if visited("HS002 - Studies")>> <<set $People['HS'].study1 = { name: "Paxton", title: "Paxton, PSAT proctor", gender: "M", caption: "Paxton, proctor at my PSAT" }>> <<if $CC.vCard !== "Harden">><<set $People['HS'].study2 = { name: "Harden", title: "Harden, my highschool tutor", gender: "M", caption: "Harden, my highschool tutor" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].study3 = { name: "Chang", title: "Chang, a study buddy", gender: "M", caption: "Chang, study buddy" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Seven">> <<set $People['HS'].prom10 = { name: "Igor", title: "Igor was a guy who was always interested in me and didn't care if I was with other people.", gender: "M", caption: "Igor, one of my high school droolers" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom11 = { name: "Anthony", title: "Anthony was a guy who was always interested in me and wouldn't relent til I said yes.", gender: "M", caption: "Anthony, one of my high school droolers" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom12 = { name: "Jack", title: "Jack was a guy who was always interested in me and then lost interest once he landed me.", gender: "M", caption: "Jack, one of my high school droolers" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom13 = { name: "Logan", title: "Logan was a guy who was always interested in me and was glad I gave him the chance.", gender: "M", caption: "Logan, one of my high school droolers" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom14 = { name: "Mason", title: "Mason was a guy who was always interested in me and was willing to accept me hooking up with others.", gender: "M", caption: "Mason, one of my high school droolers" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom15 = { name: "Oliver", title: "Oliver was a guy who was always interested in me and preferred sloppy seconds.", gender: "M", caption: "Oliver, one of my high school droolers" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom16 = { name: "Noah", title: "Noah was a guy who was always interested in me and seemed to like if I hooked up with others.", gender: "M", caption: "Noah, one of my high school droolers" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Stephen">> <<set $People['HS'].prom2 = { name: "Stephen", title: "Stephen, a dorky underclassmen with enough acne and fat for both of us.", gender: "M", caption: "Stephen, gross underclassman" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Absame">> <<set $People['HS'].prom3 = { name: "Absame", title: "Absame, exchange student from Somalia, and I showed him the American way", gender: "M", caption: "Absame, exchange student from Somalia" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Miguel">> <<set $People['HS'].prom4 = { name: "Miguel", title: "Miguel was hot as hell and went to a rival high school.", gender: "M", caption: "Miguel, hottie from a rival school" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Chad">> <<set $People['HS'].prom5 = { name: "Chad", title: "Chad, Super Senior with a rep added me as a notch to his massively whittled headboard.", gender: "M", caption: "Chad, Super Senior" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Her Man">> <<set $People['HS'].prom7 = { name: "Joe", title: "Joe was Ava's boyfriend and it was a great way to get at her by letting him get in me.", gender: "M", caption: "Joe, Ava's boyfriend" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("nearly choked me out.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("tied me up.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("was always forceful when I gave head.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had me worried he infected me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to risk getting caught.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("nearly choked me out.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("tied me up.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("was always forceful when I gave head.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted to risk getting caught.")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to fuck my ass to avoid any risk.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("accidentally came in me anyway.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("broke the condom.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("took off the condom without telling me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had Plan B on hand because he preferred cumming in me.")>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("pressured me into anal.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted me to eat his ass.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted me to eat her ass.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("loved tossing my salad.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("loved tossing my salad.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked keeping me from cumming.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked keeping me from cumming.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("preferred cumming on my face.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("would smack me while he fucked me.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("would smack me when she fucked me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted me to talk dirty to him.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted me to talk dirty to her.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked to roleplay.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("got off with my feet.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("taped us fucking.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked blindfolding me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to be blindfolded.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had me peg him.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked to roleplay.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("got off with my feet.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("taped us fucking.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked blindfolding me.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted to be blindfolded.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("had me fuck her with a strap-on.")>> <<if $CC.fertile == 0>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("hated condoms, so came in me anyway.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("didn't have protection with him and convinced me once or twice wasn't that risky.")>> <</if>> <</if>> <div id="bodycount"> <<include "HS007 - HSBC2_display">> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <ul id="listOfBodies"> <<for _body range $bodies>> <li> <<if _body.caption>> <<set _who = _body.caption>> <<else>> <<set _who = _body>> <</if>> <<if $bodiesDetails.has(_who)>> <<print `${_who} ${$bodiesDetails.get(_who).fuckFlavor}`>> <<else>> <<if _body.gender && _body.gender == "F">> <<set _flavorText = setup.LezFlavor.random()>> <<else>> <<set _flavorText = setup.FuckFlavor.random()>> <</if>> <<run $bodiesDetails.set(_who, { fuckFlavor: _flavorText })>> <<print `${_who} ${$bodiesDetails.get(_who).fuckFlavor}`>> <</if>> </li> <</for>> </ul> <br> <<if $bodies.length gte $CC.HSBC>> <<set $HS.leftoverBodies = _availableBodyMods.concat(_unobtainedModSelection)>> <<set _tempArr = []>> <<for _i, _value range $HS.leftoverBodies>> <<set _tempVal = _value>> <<set _tempVal.from = 'HS'>> <<set _tempArr.push(_tempVal)>> <</for>> <<set $HS.leftoverBodies = _tempArr>> <<if visited("HS009 - HomeVign3")>> Back to the story? Awesome. Yeah, sorry about that. My bad. [[Forgive me|HS011 - Graduation][$sexcount = true]]? <<else>> On with the story? [[Finally|HS008 - PromNight][$sexcount = true]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<set _unobtainedModSelection = Object.values($People['HS']) .filter(mod => mod.name ? !$bodies.find(a => a.name === mod.name) : !$bodies.includes(mod)) .shuffle() .sort((a, b) => a.gender < b.gender ? -1 : 1)>> /* List has women in front, men in back. Pops 2 women if lesbian or Bi, 1 otherwise.*/ <<set _availableBodyMods = []>> <<run _availableBodyMods.push($CC.sexuality !== 1 ? _unobtainedModSelection.shift() : _unobtainedModSelection.pop())>> <<run _availableBodyMods.push(_unobtainedModSelection.shift())>> <<run _availableBodyMods.push(_unobtainedModSelection.pop())>> <<run _availableBodyMods.push(_unobtainedModSelection.pop())>> <<run _availableBodyMods.push(_unobtainedModSelection.pop())>> <<run _availableBodyMods.shuffle()>> <<set $sexcount = true>> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand"> <<for _mod range _availableBodyMods>> <<capture _mod>> <<if _mod.name && _mod.title>> <<set _buttonText = _mod.title>> <<else>> <<set _buttonText = _mod>> <</if>> <<button _buttonText>> <<run $bodies.push(_mod)>> <<replace #bodycount t8n>> <<include "HS007 - HSBC2_display">> <</replace>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> <br><br><br> <div id="randomBtn"> <<button "Hell, I barely remember who I did what with">> <<for _mod range _unobtainedModSelection>> <<capture _mod>> <<if $bodies.length lt $CC.HSBC>> <<run $bodies.push(_mod)>> <<replace #bodycount t8n>> <<include "HS007 - HSBC2_display">> <</replace>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</button>> </div> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* TODO format nobr */ /* IMAGE: Love Under the Sea Themed Prom */ /* TODO: CLOTHES: Prom Dress */ <<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> <</nobr>> <<if $HS.promDate == "Derek">> I had barely paid attention most of the evening, enthralled with the beauty in front of me. He looked good day-to-day, but //damn// did he clean up well. I was moist from the moment I saw him in his tux. Goddamn things had to be easy for him. Yeah, they must have been. Because he had no reaction when I urged him over to the bleachers so we could make out. His hand finding its way to between my thighs. By the time the night was closing out, my hormones were pounding through my body and I could tell he was ready. <<if $CC.spoiled == true>>Before anyone noticed, Derek and I left Prom before anyone else could join us, en-route to the after party at <<print $CC.FName>>'s -- they'd [[find a way|HS008 - PromNight2]].<<else>>As we made good on our exit, I let <<print $CC.FName>> know she and the others would need to find other rides. She understood. What a good friend. And so there we were, two incredibly horny kids alone in the backseat. Neither of us paid any attention to the guy driving. We were making out and pawing at each other [[ravenously|HS008 - PromNight2]].<</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">> I don't know what I was thinking having all these guys as my 'dates'. At first there was a fun playfulness about it all, and they seemed content enough. But then, on our way to Prom, the dynamic of who was closest, who I was paying attention to...and then //at// Prom? Who was I dancing with. What did that mean for the others. And no one was happy with the idea of all dancing together. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gte 7>><<set $dates = 7>><<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>>Somehow, though, my allure seemed to keep them all drawn back to me regularly enough that they didn't leave my sphere of influence. It was a masterclass in manipulation, those around me getting physical attention, maybe some words, those away from me catching an eye and a look at a regular enough cadence. Fuck, this was //work//. Good for my pride, bad for my tiredness. Only two could really dance with me at once, but that meant there were more than enough refreshed and ready to go. Constantly between two horny kids, and I wasn't able to fight off four hands at once. I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 5>><<set $dates = 6>><<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>>With a little guile and good looks (I think), I was able to convince almost all of them to stick around. Good for my pride, bad for my tiredness. Only two could really dance with me at once, but that meant there were more than enough refreshed and ready to go. Constantly between two horny kids, and I wasn't able to fight off four hands at once. I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 4>><<set $dates = 5>><<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>>With a little guile and good looks (I think), I was able to convince most of them to stick around. Good for my pride, bad for my tiredness. Only two could really dance with me at once, but that meant there were more than enough refreshed and ready to go. Constantly between two horny kids, and I wasn't able to fight off four hands at once. I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 3>><<set $dates = 4>><<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>>With a little guile and good looks (I think), I was able to convince more than half of them to stick around. Good for my pride, bad for my tiredness. Only two could really dance with me at once, but that meant there was always two refreshed and ready to go. Constantly between two horny kids, pairs swapping off, tag-teaming in and out. And I wasn't able to fight off four hands at once. I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 2>><<set $dates = 3>><<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>>With a little guile and good looks (I think), I was able to convince almost half of them to stick around. Good for my pride, bad for my tiredness. Only two could really dance with me at once, but that meant there was always one refreshed and ready to go. Constantly between two horny kids, and I wasn't able to fight off four hands at once. I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 1>><<set $dates = 2>><<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>>A little triad was manageable and they seemed content to share me as the night went on. Dancing one in front, one behind, I was a sandwich constantly between these two horny kids, not able to fight off four hands at once. I don't know what happened to the other guys, because I was not given a break. Maybe one went off to get a refreshment or chat with a friend, but the other one insisted on continuing to dance. Then the other was back. I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<else>>It was far too much for me to handle and all my attempts to keep them strung along worked against me. Before long, I was alone on the dance floor, flown too close to the sun. <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->>I made a quick, quiet exit and avoided the after party, lest anyone ask questions. Better to deal with them after a weekend for people to [[forget|HS008 - PromNightClean]].<</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stephen">> He was a sweaty mess. Despite his repeated attempts to wipe his hands dry -- his slacks had to be soaked -- every time he touched me, it was clammy and moist. Yet, there was a puppydog quality about him that was endearing. His eyes were on me the entire night, and -- no cap -- there were some smokeshows at Prom. He wanted to know all about me, he made sure I had a drink and kept tabs on how I was feeling. And then, towards the end of the dance, he had begun to notice the pairing off back by the bleachers, or outside for 'a smoke' and I think I heard a whimper. Like a dog that is hoping for a treat but doesn't want to upset Master. <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>Fuck. I felt so bad. I gave him a little pull by his sticky fingers and he looked at me surprised, double-checking. Another pull and we were walking over to the bleachers, too. I think I could hear his heart in his chest. Then, he slammed me firmly against the rolled-up steps and dived in. I felt the metal biting into my back and ass through my dress, his tongue diving into my mouth and I tried to match pace with him. As his hand wandered up to grope one of my breasts, I wondered if I was his first kiss. We came up for air, instinctively giving a wipe across my mouth from his spit and my cheek from his oily skin. I laughed it off, one hand still firmly pressing me against the bleachers, the other on my chest. He'd gone from puppy to rottweiler real quick, "Uh hey, I think our ride is here for the after party." He nodded, a flash in his eyes as every Prom trope entered his mind. We piled into the car and [[headed off|HS008 - PromNight2]].<<else>>I felt bad but I would feel worse about a pity kiss. His oily skin and acne weren't helping my decision either. Anyway, our ride was here -- it was time to [[party|HS008 - PromNight2]]!<</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Absame">> His tux was fan-tas-tic. I don't know where he got it, but the cummerbund was red, ruddy, fawn and blue of his home country. He had pops of traditional African flair in his pocket square and even brought me a fricking //King Protea// for my corsage. And he had ''rhythm''. Dancing with him was incredible. We worked up a sweat and it wasn't the usual grinding and grabbing I was used to from other dance partners. We moved together and apart, matching tempo and motion with each other and the music. People were pissed and I certainly heard some rather repugnant comments from the peanut gallery when we went for refreshments. As the night began to wrap up, a slow dance, I ventured, "So are you interested in going to the after-party?" "My mother has asked that I be home promptly." That wonderful affected English. I couldn't help but smile and his smile was beautiful. <div id = "absame"> /* TODO Mira - here's a place where options only appear based on stats and traits */ <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 1>>I could <<link "try">><<replace "#absame">>"Oh, you've //never// disobeyed?" My hands tucked lightly under his cummerbund, sliding side to side to stroke through his shirt. "You don't want to see her when she's denied." He laughed uncomfortably. "Ever seen ''me'' denied?" My eyes flicked up to meet his dark chocolate pair. I could tell, I was having an effect. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>"Sounds about just as dangerous." As my hands slid nearer to the buttons, my cleavage was pressed up and together for his enjoyment. "I think danger is fun. Who knows. It's Prom anyway, when's the next time you'll be at Prom in America?" He coughed, I felt the meat in his pants reflexively pulse. He was swollen. He was going to say yes. He didn't say yes, but we all piled into the vehicle and headed off to the after party. He was uncomfortable, distracted by the need to hide his state, but also by thoughts of his disobedience. "Hey, hey. We'll get you home soon enough, Absame." He nodded, relieved. We pulled up in front of <<print $CC.FName>>'s home And we [[headed inside|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<else>>"Denied in what way?" As my hands slid nearer the buttons, my cleavage was pressed up and together for his enjoyment. "Come on. Who knows. It's Prom anyway, when's the next time you'll be at Prom in America?" "One night is not worth the pain of a lifetime with her." Wow, he was resilient. So we piled in and headed off to the after party. I gave some directions to have us swing by and we left him in the care of his mother. And then the crew erupted into squeals, excitement and some rather crude questions and surprised expectations. I laughed them off and just enjoyed their company for the night. All told, it was a [[great Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]].<</if>> <</replace>><</link>> and 'urge' him to come.<</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>>I <<link "wanted to fuck him">><<replace "#absame">>"We could get you home close to on-time? How's that sound?" I made a rather unsubtle feel between his legs, shielded from sight as we danced close. He jerked back reflexively. "<<print $CC.name>>. Excuse me." The dance ended abruptly and I was shocked by his reaction, I think more than he was by the offer. <<if $CC.spoiled == true>>Rage and disappointment boiled up inside me as I watched him disappear. He was making a scene and now I was going to be the gossip. Fuming, I stomped off and out of the gym. I wasn't going to subject myself to any of them or a stupid [[after party|HS008 - PromNightClean]].<<else>>I shook my head in disbelief. His loss, though. I don't know how or if he got a ride home, maybe his Mom came to pick him up. The rest of us, on the other hand, piled into the vehicle and headed off to the after party. The whole trip, the crew was squealing, full of excitement and some rather crude questions and surprised expectations. I laughed them off and just enjoyed their company for the night. It was a [[great Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]].<</if>> <</replace>><</link>> though. Maybe make that clear?<</if>> I tried to quash my thoughts, I had to <<link "respect him">><<replace "#absame">>"Oh, of course. Want us to drop you off on the way?" "That would be lovely, <<print $CC.name>>." God, it could make you melt. So we piled in and headed off to the after party. I gave some directions to have us swing by and we left him in the care of his mother. And then the crew erupted into squeals, excitement and some rather crude questions and surprised expectations. I laughed them off and just enjoyed their company for the night. It was a [[great Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>> and his mother.</div> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Miguel">> The night was a mix of reactions, but mostly jealousy from guys and girls. I loved showing up with a surprise on my arm. And he seemed to love showing up to a new meat market. And that's where the frustration came. I had to keep his attention somehow. <div id ="miguel"> /* TODO Mira - here's a place where options only appear based on stats and traits */ <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2 && $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>If he was that much of a pussy hound, I needed to get other <<link "pussy off his mind">><<replace "#miguel">>I couldn't get him to the dance floor, I couldn't get him to chat by the refreshments. Fuck his wandering ass. Wait. Yes. Fuck him. I slid up behind him and despite him being in the midst of a conversation with Ava -- maybe //because// of that fact -- I whispered, "Wanna go outside and fuck?" She heard me, but he heard me too. "Uh, Si. //Si//. Gonna go fuck, kay, Ava?" Was his attempt at closing out the conversation while we moved away from her -- god, that felt good -- and left the gym into the [[cool evening air|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</replace>><</link>>.<</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Skills['Social'].value>>I didn't need to fight for his attention. I was <<link "better than that">><<replace "#miguel">>I couldn't get him to the dance floor, I couldn't get him to chat by the refreshments. Fuck his wandering ass. Despite the fact that he was now chatting with Ava, I pushed down my own jealously and found <<print $CC.FName>>. "Hey, <<print $CC.name>>. Sorry about El Douche." Pulling me into a little threesome with her date. She kept me occupied and distracted for the rest of the night, screaming and bouncing along to music, getting trashed at the after party at her place and waking up curled up with her in bed the [[next morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>>.<<else>>No, no no! Stop looking at those other girls. Just straight up <<link "tell him">><<replace "#miguel">>I couldn't get him to the dance floor, I couldn't get him to chat by the refreshments. Fuck his wandering ass. He was talking to Ava. I was pissed. I stormed right up to him and gave him a not-so-gentle bump of my hip. "Que paso, <<print $CC.name>>?" he lifted an eyebrow. So did Ava. "Look, you're ''my'' date--" She cut me off, "And he's talking to //me//, bitch." <<if $CC.spoiled == true || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 1>>I lost it. I grabbed her hair and <<shake 2s>>yanked<</shake>>. Soon, we were clawing and screaming. Dresses tearing, scratching and pulling at each other as chaperones were trying, desperately to pry us apart. Fury only slowly calming inside me as an adjunct wrestling coach had my arms pinned back, trying to hurt her with my eyes. I was being dragged out of the gym. Guess my night was ending early. <<print $CC.FName>> was giving an "Oops" face. Ava looked like she had taken more than she had given. Miguel...oh. Was off chatting up another girl, despite the show. After receiving a stern talking to, a write-up for detention, I decided better [[not head to an after party|HS008 - PromNightClean]] without Miguel and after that display.<<else>>I wasn't going to rise to the occasion. Rolling my eyes, I pulled at Miguel but he wouldn't come, "Despues, chica." He waved me away. I fumed alone, but was pleasantly surprised when he was amongst the crew climbing into the vehicle to head to [[the after party|HS008 - PromNight2]].<</if>> <</replace>><</link>>, right?<</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0>>Keep his <<link "eyes on the prize">><<replace "#miguel">>I couldn't get him to the dance floor, I couldn't get him to chat by the refreshments. Fuck his wandering ass. I slid up behind him and despite him being in the midst of a conversation with Ava -- maybe //because// of that fact -- my cleavage pressing against him from behind, my hand sliding down into his, lightly brushing his palm. "Having fun?" "Uh, Si." Not won yet, but he did look back at me at his shoulder. "Que paso, <<print $CC.name>>." I leaned in, letting my lips lightly brush his earlobe and shifting to make sure that only he heard me. My breath warm into his ear, "Leaving me alone might make you lonely. It's not very nice...and I can be very nice." He chuckled, his eyes distant as he considered, but he hadn't looked back at Ava who was stewing -- god, that felt good. "That a promise, chica?" I gave his earlobe a little tug with my teeth. A few moments later we were dancing. I made sure to let him grab and pull me against him, much to the chagrin of the chaperones. I wanted him to see skin, I wanted to feel his excitement, I needed to keep him with me until we left the gym for the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <</replace>><</link>> and promise of the future.<</if>><<else>>Keep his <<link "eyes on the prize">><<replace "#miguel">>I couldn't get him to the dance floor, I couldn't get him to chat by the refreshments. Fuck his wandering ass. I slid up behind him and despite him being in the midst of a conversation with Ava -- maybe //because// of that fact -- my cleavage pressing against him from behind, my hand sliding down into his, lightly brushing his palm. "Having fun?" "Uh, Si." Not won yet, but he did look back at me at his shoulder. "Que paso, <<print $CC.name>>." I leaned in, letting my lips lightly brush his earlobe and shifting to make sure that only he heard me. My breath warm into his ear, "Leaving me alone might make you lonely. It's not very nice...and I can be very nice." He chuckled, eyes dropping to consider me. Well, my body. Then my face, then back to Ava. Ouch, that hurt. A few moments later, I was dancing, trying to avoid looking at them getting close. Joe, her guy was standing nearby, surprisingly unaffected by the entire display. My pride stung, but he was with the crew piling in to head off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <</replace>><</link>> and promise of the future.<</if>></div> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Chad">> There was something perfunctory to the evening, not much chatter, but there was an enjoyable amount of attention to me and my body. He wanted to be close, he wanted to admire, and he definitely wanted to put his hands on me. "How many Proms is this for you?" I leaned in to whisper to him on the dance floor. "Six? Eight? Somethin' like that. God, you look hot" quickly changing the subject back to his preference. I tried to convince myself he just wasn't much of a conversationalist. It explained the lack of attention and distance before. But it was certainly harder to excuse him as I battled his hands -- worse as the evening proceeded and we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> Oh man was the evening awkward. <<print $CC.friend1>> was trying to figure out where he stood, was he a friend or was he a date. Or both? I could tell he was confused, I certainly was. We were each trying to read each other's body language while we danced, hands tentatively on each other, conversation that normally was fluid had become abortive and jerky. There was a rise of...fear? As the night came to a close and we both knew that the after parties came next. We [[clambered in|HS008 - PromNight2]] with everyone else as we headed to <<print $CC.FName>>'s. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> It hadn't been a cute look, letting Ava get distracted by her own hopes of winning the crown and 'accidentally' finding myself near her beaux, Joe. Even less cute were the texts /* MIRA TODO : Phone Text Opp here, no content yet */I had been sending him over the past few weeks. Much more cute was his smile each time I appeared, or the way he let my fingers play with his. And Ava hadn't noticed until it was far too late...the other girls were much more the wiser. Needless to say, making out against the bleachers was when Ava realized my machinations. They went outside, they fought, she fought back tears, and then Joe came in sheepishly, gave a little shrug and we were attached at the hip the remainder of the evening. Clearly we weren't invited to Ava's after-party, but I hadn't considered that an option from the beginning of all this. Instead, we rolled up to <<print $CC.FName>>'s. It was a smaller party, but much more my people. Hand in hand with my new conquest, we strutted into the house, music already thumping and Solo cups in everyone's hands. Joe was cute enough, but his personality made it clear why he was with Ava...//was// with her. And why he was so easy to pry free. Quite a follower. <<print $CC.FName>> gave me an awkward smile as we moved in, grabbing some party punch. Yeah, even my best friend was having trouble socially excusing my behavior. Oh well. I dragged him out to the middle of her dining room and we began to dance, trying to ignore the [[whispers and looks|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Arvin">> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name && body.name === "Arvin") || $CC.vCard == "Arvin">>We had spent the time leading up to Prom, as well as the perfunctory pre-Prom stuff, being as nonchalant and uninterested as possible. It was just a fun time, and an excuse for a 'Dad' to be protective and me not to stress about a date, or worry about them. Little did anyone know. It wasn't the first time a kid had brought a family member to Prom, so it actually got easier once we were there. Keeping up appearances as we danced. But while there was an ease around us, there wasn't between us. We wanted to be closer, we wanted to breach the social contract and understanding of what we appeared to be -- supposed to be doing. <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>>I couldn't resist it. Leaning up onto my tiptoes mid-dance, "Can we just...leave early?" "What about the after party?" "We can't have one?" I smirked. We left, and he literally shook the Principal's hand before heading [[back home|HS008 - PromNightSex]].<<else>>"This is hard." Leaning up onto my tiptoes mid-dance to whisper in his ear. "Yes. I am." He chuckled dirtily. He must be enjoying the secretive wrongness about this as well. "Good." A surreptitious little nip at his earlobe and we went back to dancing. He pulled me close in a 'comforting Dad' kind of way. My hand slipped between us to test his comment for truthfulness. I'm not sure if anyone noticed that I was grabbing his cock the entire dance, but I was. <<print $CC.FName>> looked a little surprised that we weren't headed to the after party, but it made sense. As weird as any of this was, it'd be far weirder if he attended a high school party with drinking and sex. So we left the others to do typical Prom night stuff and we could do our typical [[night stuff|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</if>> <<else>>It was certainly awkward, leading up to Prom and especially during the perfunctory pre-Prom stuff. My 'Dad' was just being protective and preventing me from having to worry about picking a date or what they'd be like. But there was this sexual tension //because// it was Prom that made even the most normal thing with him really awkward. I hoped that once the night was over, all that would pass. It wasn't the first time a kid had brought a family member to Prom, so it actually got easier once we were there. Keeping up appearances as we danced. But while there was an ease around us, there wasn't between us. I couldn't help but catch these looks and curiously wonder if the tension I was feeling had a different reason. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3 && $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>>"Shit." I thought. I wondered if he noticed the shock on my face. "He //wants// this to be a date." My heart jumped into my throat. <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1 && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>>I cocked my head to the side, surprised, both by the realization, but also by how my pussy just reacted. My <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes investigated his, searching for hidden communication. There was a back and forth as we danced, each trying to sus the other's intentions while still being safe. This was a powder keg that could have massive ramifications. As the slow dance ended, I leaned up to give him a peck on the cheek, then leaned to his ear, cleavage purposefully against his arm, "Wanna get outta here?" I thought he'd die right there. Heart attack or something. I nearly fell as he jerked in response. He coughed a couple times and I could see his mind reeling while his body did the same. He looked around, careful, concerned. Then he nodded. He shook Principal Mark's hand and we left, skipping <<print $CC.FName>>'s after party...I'd have to come up with a [[good excuse there|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>>I pushed that thought from my mind hard and excused myself for a refreshment. He sheepishly became a wallflower for the rest of the night as I avoided him. And then he was gone, thankfully. I didn't mention it to anyone, and it was not surprising to anyone that I came to the after party solo. It was a great time though, despite dateless. I got super fucking drunk. I needed to black this night out. <<print $CC.FName>> didn't mind being a little triad with her date and I. We danced the [[night away|HS009 - HomeVign3]].<</if>> <<else>> I smiled, leaning my head against his chest, finishing off our slow dance. I felt him sigh, "Thanks, Dad." I cooed softly. He petted my head. There was a tinge of sadness to his look as I waved to him and piled off with everyone else to the after party. It was a great time though, despite dateless -- would have been //far// too weird to have him join the debauchery. I got drunk, <<print $CC.FName>> didn't mind being a little triad with her date and I. We danced the [[night away|HS009 - HomeVign3]].<</if>><</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Harden">> Harden had retained a respectful distance throughout the night. I could tell he liked me -- the energy at my house was not as pleased -- and I enjoyed the sort of chaste playfulness of the dancing and talking. He looked young enough that kids weren't really paying attention, only <<print $CC.FName>> and my closest had any inkling that he was my tutor and older. To everyone else, he was just my extra-scholastic guy. I was fine with that. It felt more secretive. Like we were getting away with something. "<<print $CC.name>>. You //can't//." There was firmness in his voice (and in his pants), but his eyes were softer, receptive. "No one saw!" a devilish smile. I had to be blueballing him at this rate, his ache was palpable. But he wasn't keen on this venue and seemed content to wait. Such a polite guy. I couldn't help but laugh -- all the girls did -- as he was trying to get into our vehicle on the way to the after party. Something was making it very ''hard'' for him to bend over, to move his legs. The cat was out of the bag and he took it in stride -- even while [[he couldn't|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stag">> Going solo felt like a power-move, but it also was //incredibly// lonely. Everyone else was there paired off and paired up. Long-standing boyfriends and girlfriends, or relationships just in their beginning stages. It kind of reminded me how single I was at the moment. <<print $CC.FName>> did her best to keep me not too down about it, but she had her date and I wasn't going to steal her away from him. /* TODO Mira - here's a place where options only appear based on stats and traits */ <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2 && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>>I ''could'' try to steal someone else, though. Talk about //power// //move//. I began scanning the room for options, deciding whether or not I would be that selfish? Cruel? <div id ="steal"><<link "Empowered">><<replace "#steal">><<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>>Empowered. And there was my target: I had only barely considered the idea before, but that had felt like a calculated, strategic decision. This felt more personal and less practical. Joe, just standing against the wall as Ava received fawning admirers, would be mine. Taking the circuitous route, I managed to avoid Ava's sight-line while sidling up to her beaux. He didn't look up from his phone until I leaned in and gave a little whisper into his ear, "Hey." "Hey, <<print $CC.name>>." No confusion, no excitement, simple, even-keeled. Hm. "She really doesn't give you your due." My chin nestled on his shoulder, both of us watching her be...her. "It's not fair to you." My lips were brushing his ear, my fingers lightly finding their way to his, "You deserve better." A little tug of my teeth at his lobe, then playful stroking along his palm. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>I felt him shudder and fingers clasp into mine. His eyes darted towards Ava as if he had just committed the worst crime. "A-are you...serious?" He gulped. I nodded and began to surreptitiously guide him away from her cabal. Out of sight, out of mind, I hoped. Soon, we were dancing. Others gave me looks, but it wasn't until we were climbing in together to head to the after party that Ava came screaming like a banshee out of the gym. He ducked inside the vehicle as I smiled and gave her the [[finger|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<else>>He tugged away like a deer that had narrowly avoided being shot and drew back, not making eye contact, "Uh, Ava...want to dance?" He approached her quickly, I could tell he was making sure that she hadn't noticed. She blew his request for a dance off immediately, but accepted his hand as he moved in beside her. <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -= 2>>A massive blow to my pride, I wasn't going to put up with any more of this lonely shit for the rest of the night. I skipped the [[after party|HS008 - PromNightClean]] <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>? Nah, I <<link "couldn't">><<replace "#steal">>Nah, I couldn't. And that's kind of how it went, danced some in little triads with people I knew and who were kind enough to engage. But by the time the night was winding down, even with <<print $CC.FName>>'s encouragement, I felt kind of empty and didn't want to subject myself to more of the same. I ducked out of the [[after party|HS008 - PromNightClean][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++]]. <</replace>><</link>>.</div> <<else>> And that's kind of how it went, danced some in little triads with people I knew and who were kind enough to engage. But by the time the night was winding down, even with <<print $CC.FName>>'s encouragement, I felt kind of empty and didn't want to subject myself to more of the same. I ducked out of the [[after party|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</if>><</if>><<nobr>> /* TODO format nobr */ <<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> <</nobr>> <<if $CC.memories.includes("PromQueen")>> <<if $HS.promDate == "Derek">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 0>>I shouldn't have been surprised when he started unzipping and trying to guide my head down. I frowned and looked at him in surprise, shaking my head and continuing to entwine tongues as I entwined my fingers on his freed phallus. Pumping slowly, focused more on his pheromones and kissing him, it wasn't long before he broke the kiss, "Come on, <<print $CC.name>>," leaning back and making his intention clear. I didn't want to be a typical Prom Night notch. So I shook my head, "Oh come //on//. Are you for real? You little ''cocktease''." My attraction for him turned right off. I scooted away, despite the need in my nethers. The car arrived at the party and we didn't say another word to each other. <<print $CC.FName>> knew well enough not to ask where Derek was when she saw me. She and I danced the night away, much to the chagrin of her own date. What a [[good friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]].<<else>> I shouldn't have been surprised when he started unzipping and trying to guide my head down. And down I went, listening to him groaned as I moved awkwardly, trying to maintain the crown. His hand helped, pressing it down into my scalp as he forced me to go deeper. I gagged, he grunted and said, "Mhmm." Pulling up, he smiled down at me and then pressed back in making me gag again, repeating that with a massively pleased look on his face. <<if $CC.HSBC gt 10>>I held it together and was held down as he began to cum, pumping his load into my throat while groaning out, "Good girl." Once finished, he guided me firmly to suck him dry before relieving me. Despite the soaked situation between my thighs, he chatted away pleasantly until we arrived at the party. We grabbed some drinks and he pulled me into the dining room -- a makeshift dance area -- and got back to the makeout session from before. My body was pleading. <<if $Suggestive + $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>>Luckily, it was only about one drink before, "Want to go find a room?" I nodded like a puppy that needed to go out. Without any romance, I led him by the leash of our entwined hands. I knew <<print $CC.FName>>'s [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]].<<else>>I surprised myself when about one drink in, he whispered to me, "Want to go find a room?" My body balked. I felt so used from earlier, I pulled away from him and he just smiled, shrugging it off and turning away with the barest of recognition. Thankfully, <<print $CC.FName>> was there to be a shoulder to cry on. My makeup already a [[lost cause|HS009 - HomeVign3]].<</if>> <<else>>So, I vomited all over his nice, new tux. He smacked me and it shocked me, my diaphragm already hitting up at my guts, the extra pain came out of nowhere. I was frazzled. He was pissed. <<print $CC.FName>> knew well enough not to ask where Derek was when she saw me. She and I danced the night away, much to the chagrin of her own date. What a [[good friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]].<</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">>Having a cheering section waiting for you after winning a crown was incredibly fun, and even more fun was heading to an after party with <<print $dates>> guys around you. It was extra crowded since there weren't really expectations for this many people to be traveling to <<print $CC.FName>>'s. And that's when they started to get extra handsy, using other people as cover and blocked eyelines. <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>>A hand snaked up between my thighs. I shifted, looking around and trying to maintain normalcy as a finger sunk into me. A laugh to cover the gasp. I wanted to figure out which one of them it was, but I didn't want to give away what was happening. I might have been successful, I might not have been, but any chance of secrecy was gone as I started to cum right then and there. Still minutes away from the party, I was gasping and twitching slightly, hand grasping the wrist between my thighs as everyone in the vehicle got __quiet__. Except one, Aaron, who was chuckling at getting me off. Then awkwardness set in on everyone until we were able to disembark in front of the house. <<else>>A hand snaked up between my thighs. I shifted, looking around and trying to maintain normalcy as I batted the hand away, pulling at the wrist. Then I tumbled off one of their laps and dropped onto the floorboards amongst all the nice shoes, my dress up around my hips. "S-sorry, guys." I noticed that one of them, Aaron, did not look pleased. Everyone else was laughing though and none the wiser. We all disembarked in front of the house without any more shenanigans, but I was sans one of the guys. Aaron departed without even saying goodbye.<<set $dates -->><</if>> <<if $dates gt 1>>And there we were, inside, grabbing drinks and getting into the party. We danced much the same that we had at the gym, but they had less restraint because of the lack of chaperones and people judging them. I had less restraint because I was getting drunk and really fucking horny from how they were acting all night. I think they could tell my state of mind because after the first song, I was being brought off the dance floor down a hallway to find a room. All the work so far the evening had also left me exhausted. Wordlessly, [[easily complying|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $dates is 1>>Shit. Well, I still had one, the last, the loyal: Igor. Definitely the least good looking out of the bunch. We grabbed drinks and got to dancing. He was far less restrained given he had 'won', there were no chaperones, and no one to judge him or fight him. I was less restrained because I was reticent to lose my last date, and all the work of the evening had left me exhausted. I think he could sense my state of mind, because soon he was guiding me off the floor without a word, trying to find a room for us to [[go to|HS008 - PromNightSex]].<</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stephen">> I think he was empowered by being Prom King. And overjoyed to be spending the night with his Prom Queen. As we rolled up to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house, Stephen had a good clamp on my hand. I think a rainforest was growing. <<print $CC.FName>> gave a surprised nod and eyebrow raise. The sentiment was shared by everyone else this evening. It had felt like all eyes were on us -- and not in the best way. I needed to make a decision about the rest of the night. Now. <div id = "stephen"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>>It didn't matter. There wasn't //that// much school left, no matter <<link "the result">><<replace "#stephen">>Clasped together, handcuffed, we walked in together. Another wash of amazed looks passed over us. I had thought that I was doing a good deed. Making an Underclassman's night. Little did I know exactly what that meant. He pulled me right to the dance floor -- the dining room rearranged. He pulled me much closer than at school, grinding hard on me. And I felt his hard on. The puppy from earlier was long gone and now I felt like prey, but I wasn't going to be some tease. I didn't lead people on. "Feel that?" He chuckled in my ear as he humped slowly against my thigh. I nodded and saw his grin, letting the porn he watched inform his next words, "Ready for it?" Fuck. My pussy was wet. Goddamn it, I hadn't even gotten a drink yet. He also wasn't waiting for my response, maybe he felt my heat and finally noticed what and where moisture was //supposed// to be. Feeling the stares in my back, he was walking me into the back of the house, on a [[new hunt|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</replace>><</link>>.<</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Social'].value>>It didn't matter. There wasn't //that// much school left, no matter <<link "the result">><<replace "#stephen">>Clasped together, handcuffed, we walked in together. Another wash of amazed looks passed over us. I had thought that I was doing a good deed. Making an Underclassman's night. Little did I know exactly what that meant. He pulled me right to the dance floor -- the dining room rearranged. He pulled me much closer than at school, grinding hard on me. And I felt his hard on. The puppy from earlier was long gone and now I felt like prey, but I wasn't going to be some tease. I didn't lead people on. "Feel that?" He chuckled in my ear as he humped slowly against my thigh. I nodded and saw his grin, letting the porn he watched inform his next words, "Ready for it?" Fuck. My pussy was wet. Goddamn it, I hadn't even gotten a drink yet. He also wasn't waiting for my response, maybe he felt my heat and finally noticed what and where moisture was //supposed// to be. Feeling the stares in my back, he was walking me into the back of the house, on a [[new hunt|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</replace>><</link>>.<</if>> Even with the tail-end of school on the horizon, I couldn't kill my social standing over this. The girls had gotten their joke in and I needed to get <<link "out">><<replace "#stephen">>Slowly, I pried my fingers from his on the walk to the front door, "What are you doing?" He had noticed. I wasn't hiding my intentions well enough. "Uh, Steve--" "It's //Stephen//." We had pulled to a stop behind the others. Thankfully they didn't stay an audience. "Right, sorry. Look, tonight's been really fun--" "Right, we're having a great time. Let's go." He pulled at me. I strained back. "I don't get this hot-cold shit, but I'll see you inside." He pulled free, glowering, and went in. Alone in the cool air, I chewed my lower lip, contemplating my options. If I went in, between knowing myself, seeing his reaction, and knowing...people...my identity would be destroyed. So, I [[left|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</replace>><</link>>.</div> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Absame">> Comments of "African King" were getting old. They came directly and showing outwardly complimentary, but still. I had upset the apple cart, and that I had won? Hurt that white pride. He denied a drink as soon as he noticed the scent of shitty vodka. So, I pounded one as politely as I could without upsetting him and we resumed our dancing on the dance floor -- space made in her dining room. The dancing was different this time around, closer, more physical, with an animalistic and growing passion. "I am sorry, <<print $CC.name>>, I really must be going home." He was breathing hard, he was hard. I lifted up, pressing my body to him in response and kissing him for the first time this evening. My tongue tentatively probed at his lips and he accepted it. He pulled me closer as we began to make out in front of everyone, feeling his heartbeat in his chest against mine and his cock against my thigh. "Come on." I smiled after a few moments, fingers entwining with his, "Let's get you on your way home." I don't think he understood the American idiom and play on words, but he understood the subtext, clearing his throat uncomfortably as I led him through the oft-walked hallway of <<print $CC.FName>>'s home. I found a suitable side room and [[guided him inside|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Miguel">> It was incredible to me at how dispassionate he had been about becoming Prom King, almost like an expected bump to his pride, or maybe the reason we were heading together to the after party -- he had the Prom Queen with him. Whatever the reason, we rolled up to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house and headed to get some party punch together. And that's when my heart dropped. Somehow, Ava had swallowed her pride and was already //here//. Behind enemy lines. Forgoing her own party, probably because she had lost, to instead crash the Queen. She contentedly sipped punch, smiling at Miguel as we approached. Despite my best efforts to corral him, Ava found her way to interpose herself. And there they were, laughing while I stood by, watching. I felt like Joe, just a few feet away who was sipping his punch, just like I was. Shit. I had to move, and //now// to distract him again. My hand clasped into his, trying to physically pull him away and remind him of my presence. A flick of his wrist, he didn't even look back. "Nah, pollo caliente. Nada para me? Nada para ti." Ava nyah-nyah'd over her shoulder as they walked away. I hadn't seen that in ages. Suited her well. <<print $CC.FName>> sighed and clutched me to her, "Sorry bae, come dance." And we did. Until later when she came racing back to me from a bathroom break. Tearfully dragging me down the hallway, I saw Joe leaning against the wall near her room. There was a thong hanging from the doorknob. She flung it aside, twisting and tugging at the handle. "Uh. Occupied." Joe tried to stave her off. "Her. Room, cuck-o." I was infuriated for her, all of tonight's miseries coming to a head together. Joe didn't fight me, but the door didn't open. <<print $CC.FName>> pounded on the door, we both screamed obscenities at Ava as we heard Miguel grunting and her squealing. We didn't get back into the room. <<print $CC.FName>> and I curled up together on a couch and I comforted her, which comforted me. It was a [[shitty-ass Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Chad">> Whether or not he clocked the crown on my head, or that he had been named Prom King was unclear. His eyes were lower. I could tell he was getting worked up and it was making some of the other girls uncomfortable. His presence usually did, and tonight they were getting it in spades. They scattered when we arrived at <<print $CC.FName>>'s, "Drink?" He grinned dumbly, pulling me towards the punch, "Here hold mine." A sloshing red beverage as he turned back to get mine. "It's really loud here." He motioned to the invisible throbbing of music as I took my first sip. I knew what he meant. <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lt 0 || $CC.maleReaction lt 1>>"Yeah, isn't the music great!" I leaned in, giving another tease of contact, my hand going for his and tugging him towards the dining room where a dance floor had been mocked up. He rolled his eyes but compliantly followed me out. We continued dancing, more handsy than during Prom and my dress was constantly being tugged up to show my ass. I let him, he grinned, quickly pounding his drink and nodding for me to follow suit. I don't know who made the punch or if it was just he was well-practiced drinking, "Hey, I gotta slow down..." I whispered to him, giving him a peck on his cheek as I dropped back down. Did I mean to kiss him? "No worries...here..." And with my dress up around my hips, hand on my asscheek, he guided me away from the dance floor, my head [[leaning on his arm|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>>This had been on his brain since he asked me to Prom, probably, and he'd been patient. "Yeah, it is." I smiled, he smiled as I turned, his hand immediately giving my ass a firm smack. His fingers dug in as we weaved through the crowd, sipping our drinks and moving to the back hallway. I knew <<print $CC.FName>>'s house quite well and found an empty guest room. I mean, the party had [[barely started|HS008 - PromNightSex]].<</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> I distracted myself with the others on the ride over, as did he. There were moments our fingers touched, but not further. It was a relief when we arrived and there were so many people. And drinks. We rushed to grab some party punch and began chugging, if just to shut off our anxiety. "Hey, uh, congrats. Never thought I'd be //Prom// King. Kinda a default title, isn't it. Like First Lady?" I nodded, laughing. There we go. That's the <<print $CC.friend1>> I knew. "How's gender roles feel being swapped?" And so it went. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>>Easy banter, some dancing and hanging out with friends. I think we were both glad to have navigated that awkwardness. It was a night [[to remember|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>>Drinking made things easier, so we drank more. Touched more. <<print $CC.FName>> suddenly wasn't around and I knew what that hint was. Or at least my party-brain did. I leaned in and we started [[making out|HS008 - PromNightSex]].<</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> As I guided Joe against me for the umpteenth time, my mind wandered -- had nabbing Ava's boyfriend been crucial to my win? "Looks like you made the right choice, tonight." I flashed a smile, my fingertips readjusting the tiara in my hair. He nodded and smiled with a slight shrug, "Yeah, I guess so." Sigh. Something about this felt incredibly underwhelming. Here was my Prom King, hands sliding from where I had put them behind me back to the front of my hips. I hadn't been congratulated once by anyone, not even <<print $CC.FName>>. This was supposed to be a crowning achievement of my high school career, and here I was, practically bored. <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 || $CC.spoiled == true>>I pounded my cup, wanting my buzz to be in over gear as I took reluctant Joe by the hand again, "It's loud in here...want to go someplace quieter?" "Uh, sure. Yeah." He nodded as I maneuvered him through the crowd that wouldn't make eye contact, meandering towards the bedrooms. I knew her [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]].<<else>> My buzz was fading fast, I looked into the cup at the red juice, the artificial blend of vodka and sugar distasteful on my tongue. I shook my head and stepped back from Joe, "Hey, I'm just not feeling it." He nodded. He //nodded//. Was there anything he fought? Did he have personal stakes at all? Ava could have him. I pounded my cup, forcing the shitty punch down as I tried to find my friend. But she had disappeared with her own date. Looking around for friendly eyes, I found none. And Joe was texting. The Prom Queen had to save face. I ducked out as quick [[as I could|HS008 - PromNightClean]].<</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Harden">> My win of Prom Queen was the last thing on my mind -- thank teen hormones. By the time we arrived, no one cared anymore, even him, so I just kept my hand on his cock, playing with him slowly through his pants. The other couples, especially the girls, acted like literally nothing was happening -- though the guys were more interested in vicarious enjoyment. Harden had gotten over himself as well and his hand was between my thighs, finger pushing in and out slowly from my clutch. And so we sat there, in the backseat casually petting on each other. It was no surprise that we didn't bother with stopping off for a dance or a drink when we got to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house. She smacked me firmly on my ass, ensuring I went right down the hallway. None of the rooms were claimed, the party had just begun, so we began clawing our clothes off of each other as we went down the hallway. My dress crumpling on the carpet, his jacket, then his shirt, like a trail to the nearest bedroom. I have no clue how many people saw us getting naked, nor what went on with our clothes in the meantime: we were on [[a mission|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stag">> As I guided Joe against me for the umpteenth time, "Looks like you made the right choice, tonight." I flashed a smile, my fingertips readjusting the tiara in my hair. He nodded and smiled with a slight shrug, "Yeah, I guess so." Sigh. Something about this felt incredibly underwhelming. Here was my Prom King, hands sliding from where I had put them behind me back to the front of my hips. I hadn't been congratulated once by anyone, not even <<print $CC.FName>>. This was supposed to be a crowning achievement of my high school career, and here I was, practically bored. <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 || $CC.spoiled == true>>I pounded my cup, wanting my buzz to be in over gear as I took reluctant Joe by the hand again, "It's loud in here...want to go someplace quieter?" "Uh, sure. Yeah." He nodded as I maneuvered him through the crowd that wouldn't make eye contact, meandering towards the bedrooms. I knew her [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]].<<else>> My buzz was fading fast, I looked into the cup at the red juice, the artificial blend of vodka and sugar distasteful on my tongue. I shook my head and stepped back from Joe, "Hey, I'm just not feeling it." He nodded. He //nodded//. Was there anything he fought? Did he have personal stakes at all? Ava could have him. I pounded my cup, forcing the shitty punch down as I tried to find my friend. But she had disappeared with her own date. Looking around for friendly eyes, I found none. And Joe was texting. The Prom Queen had to save face. I ducked out as quick [[as I could|HS008 - PromNightClean]].<</if>><</if>> <<else>> <<if $HS.promDate == "Derek">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 0>>I shouldn't have been surprised when he started unzipping and trying to guide my head down. I frowned and looked at him in surprise, shaking my head and continuing to entwine tongues as I entwined my fingers on his freed phallus. Pumping slowly, focused more on his pheromones and kissing him, it wasn't long before he broke the kiss, "Come on, <<print $CC.name>>," leaning back and making his intention clear. I didn't want to be a typical Prom Night notch, and it //infuriated// me that he was going to be so base with the fricking //Prom// //Queen// making out with him. So I shook my head, "Oh come //on//. Are you for real? You little ''cocktease''." My attraction for him turned right off. I scooted away, despite the need in my nethers. The car arrived at the party and we didn't say another word to each other. <<print $CC.FName>> knew well enough not to ask where Derek was when she saw me. She and I danced the night away, much to the chagrin of her own date. What a [[good friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]].<<else>> I shouldn't have been surprised when he started unzipping and trying to guide my head down. And down I went, listening to him groaned as I moved awkwardly, trying to maintain the crown. His hand helped, pressing it down into my scalp as he forced me to go deeper. I gagged, he grunted and said, "Mhmm." Pulling up, he smiled down at me and then pressed back in making me gag again, repeating that with a massively pleased look on his face. <<if $CC.HSBC gt 10>>I held it together and was held down as he began to cum, pumping his load into my throat while groaning out, "Good girl." Once finished, he guided me firmly to suck him dry before relieving me. Despite the soaked situation between my thighs, he chatted away pleasantly until we arrived at the party. We grabbed some drinks and he pulled me into the dining room -- a makeshift dance area -- and got back to the makeout session from before. My body was pleading. <<if $Suggestive + $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>>Luckily, it was only about one drink before, "Want to go find a room?" I nodded like a puppy that needed to go out. Without any romance, I led him by the leash of our entwined hands. I knew <<print $CC.FName>>'s [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]].<<else>>I surprised myself when about one drink in, he whispered to me, "Want to go find a room?" My body balked. I felt so used from earlier, I pulled away from him and he just smiled, shrugging it off and turning away with the barest of recognition. Thankfully, <<print $CC.FName>> was there to be a shoulder to cry on. My makeup already a [[lost cause|HS009 - HomeVign3]].<</if>> <<else>>So, I vomited all over his nice, new tux. He smacked me and it shocked me, my diaphragm already hitting up at my guts, the extra pain came out of nowhere. I was frazzled. He was pissed. <<print $CC.FName>> knew well enough not to ask where Derek was when she saw me. She and I danced the night away, much to the chagrin of her own date. What a [[good friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]].<</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">>Being Prom Queen would have been fun, but even more fun was heading to an after party with <<print $dates>> guys around you. It was extra crowded since there weren't really expectations for this many people to be traveling to <<print $CC.FName>>'s. And that's when they started to get extra handsy, using other people as cover and blocked eyelines. <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>>A hand snaked up between my thighs. I shifted, looking around and trying to maintain normalcy as a finger sunk into me. A laugh to cover the gasp. I wanted to figure out which one of them it was, but I didn't want to give away what was happening. I might have been successful, I might not have been, but any chance of secrecy was gone as I started to cum right then and there. Still minutes away from the party, I was gasping and twitching slightly, hand grasping the wrist between my thighs as everyone in the vehicle got __quiet__. Except one, Aaron, who was chuckling at getting me off. Then awkwardness set in on everyone until we were able to disembark in front of the house. <<else>>A hand snaked up between my thighs. I shifted, looking around and trying to maintain normalcy as I batted the hand away, pulling at the wrist. Then I tumbled off one of their laps and dropped onto the floorboards amongst all the nice shoes, my dress up around my hips. "S-sorry, guys." I noticed that one of them, Aaron, did not look pleased. Everyone else was laughing though and none the wiser. We all disembarked in front of the house without any more shenanigans, but I was sans one of the guys. Aaron departed without even saying goodbye.<<set $dates -->><</if>> <<if $dates gt 1>>And there we were, inside, grabbing drinks and getting into the party. We danced much the same that we had at the gym, but they had less restraint because of the lack of chaperones and people judging them. I had less restraint because I was getting drunk and really fucking horny from how they were acting all night. I think they could tell my state of mind because after the first song, I was being brought off the dance floor down a hallway to find a room. All the work so far the evening had also left me exhausted. Wordlessly, [[easily complying|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $dates is 1>>Shit. Well, I still had one, the last, the loyal: Igor. Definitely the least good looking out of the bunch. We grabbed drinks and got to dancing. He was far less restrained given he had 'won', there were no chaperones, and no one to judge him or fight him. I was less restrained because I was reticent to lose my last date, and all the work of the evening had left me exhausted. I think he could sense my state of mind, because soon he was guiding me off the floor without a word, trying to find a room for us to [[go to|HS008 - PromNightSex]].<</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stephen">> As we rolled up to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house, Stephen had a good clamp on my hand. I think a rainforest was growing. <<print $CC.FName>> gave a surprised nod and eyebrow raise. The sentiment was shared by everyone else this evening. It had felt like all eyes were on us -- and not in the best way. I needed to make a decision about the rest of the night. Now. <div id = "stephen"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>>It didn't matter. There wasn't //that// much school left, no matter <<link "the result">><<replace "#stephen">>Clasped together, handcuffed, we walked in together. Another wash of amazed looks passed over us. I had thought that I was doing a good deed. Making an Underclassman's night. Little did I know exactly what that meant. He pulled me right to the dance floor -- the dining room rearranged. He pulled me much closer than at school, grinding hard on me. And I felt his hard on. The puppy from earlier was long gone and now I felt like prey, but I wasn't going to be some tease. I didn't lead people on. "Feel that?" He chuckled in my ear as he humped slowly against my thigh. I nodded and saw his grin, letting the porn he watched inform his next words, "Ready for it?" Fuck. My pussy was wet. Goddamn it, I hadn't even gotten a drink yet. He also wasn't waiting for my response, maybe he felt my heat and finally noticed what and where moisture was //supposed// to be. Feeling the stares in my back, he was walking me into the back of the house, on a [[new hunt|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</replace>><</link>>.<</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Social'].value>>It didn't matter. There wasn't //that// much school left, no matter <<link "the result">><<replace "#stephen">>Clasped together, handcuffed, we walked in together. Another wash of amazed looks passed over us. I had thought that I was doing a good deed. Making an Underclassman's night. Little did I know exactly what that meant. He pulled me right to the dance floor -- the dining room rearranged. He pulled me much closer than at school, grinding hard on me. And I felt his hard on. The puppy from earlier was long gone and now I felt like prey, but I wasn't going to be some tease. I didn't lead people on. "Feel that?" He chuckled in my ear as he humped slowly against my thigh. I nodded and saw his grin, letting the porn he watched inform his next words, "Ready for it?" Fuck. My pussy was wet. Goddamn it, I hadn't even gotten a drink yet. He also wasn't waiting for my response, maybe he felt my heat and finally noticed what and where moisture was //supposed// to be. Feeling the stares in my back, he was walking me into the back of the house, on a [[new hunt|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</replace>><</link>>.<</if>> Even with the tail-end of school on the horizon, I couldn't kill my social standing over this. The girls had gotten their joke in and I needed to get <<link "out">><<replace "#stephen">>Slowly, I pried my fingers from his on the walk to the front door, "What are you doing?" He had noticed. I wasn't hiding my intentions well enough. "Uh, Steve--" "It's //Stephen//." We had pulled to a stop behind the others. Thankfully they didn't stay an audience. "Right, sorry. Look, tonight's been really fun--" "Right, we're having a great time. Let's go." He pulled at me. I strained back. "I don't get this hot-cold shit, but I'll see you inside." He pulled free, glowering, and went in. Alone in the cool air, I chewed my lower lip, contemplating my options. If I went in, between knowing myself, seeing his reaction, and knowing...people...my identity would be destroyed. So, I [[left|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</replace>><</link>>.</div> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Absame">> He denied a drink as soon as he noticed the scent of shitty vodka. So, I pounded one as politely as I could without upsetting him and we resumed our dancing on the dance floor -- space made in her dining room. The dancing was different this time around, closer, more physical, with an animalistic and growing passion. "I am sorry, <<print $CC.name>>, I really must be going home." He was breathing hard, he was hard. I lifted up, pressing my body to him in response and kissing him for the first time this evening. My tongue tentatively probed at his lips and he accepted it. He pulled me closer as we began to make out in front of everyone, feeling his heartbeat in his chest against mine and his cock against my thigh. "Come on." I smiled after a few moments, fingers entwining with his, "Let's get you on your way home." I don't think he understood the American idiom and play on words, but he understood the subtext, clearing his throat uncomfortably as I led him through the oft-walked hallway of <<print $CC.FName>>'s home. I found a suitable side room and [[guided him inside|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Miguel">> We rolled up to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house and headed to get some party punch together. And that's when my heart dropped. Somehow, Ava -- probably motivated by her win, burgeoning with pride -- was already there. She had forgone her own party, her //own// victory party to sip punch here. Behind enemy lines. She smiled at Miguel as we approached. Despite my best efforts to corral him, Ava found her way to interpose herself. And there they were, laughing while I stood by, watching. I felt like Joe, just a few feet away who was sipping his punch, just like I was. Shit. I had to move, and //now// to distract him again. My hand clasped into his, trying to physically pull him away and remind him of my presence. A flick of his wrist, he didn't even look back. "Nah, pollo caliente. Nada para me? Nada para ti." Ava nyah-nyah'd over her shoulder as they walked away. I hadn't seen that in ages. Suited her well. <<print $CC.FName>> sighed and clutched me to her, "Sorry bae, come dance." And we did. Until later when she came racing back to me from a bathroom break. Tearfully dragging me down the hallway, I saw Joe leaning against the wall near her room. There was a thong hanging from the doorknob. She flung it aside, twisting and tugging at the handle. "Uh. Occupied." Joe tried to stave her off. "Her. Room, cuck-o." I was infuriated for her, all of tonight's miseries coming to a head together. Joe didn't fight me, but the door didn't open. <<print $CC.FName>> pounded on the door, we both screamed obscenities at Ava as we heard Miguel grunting and her squealing. We didn't get back into the room. <<print $CC.FName>> and I curled up together on a couch and I comforted her, which comforted me. It was a [[shitty-ass Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Chad">> I could tell he was getting worked up and it was making some of the other girls uncomfortable. His presence usually did, and tonight they were getting it in spades. They scattered when we arrived at <<print $CC.FName>>'s, "Drink?" He grinned dumbly, pulling me towards the punch, "Here hold mine." A sloshing red beverage as he turned back to get mine. "It's really loud here." He motioned to the invisible throbbing of music as I took my first sip. I knew what he meant. <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lt 0 || $CC.maleReaction lt 1>>"Yeah, isn't the music great!" I leaned in, giving another tease of contact, my hand going for his and tugging him towards the dining room where a dance floor had been mocked up. He rolled his eyes but compliantly followed me out. We continued dancing, more handsy than during Prom and my dress was constantly being tugged up to show my ass. I let him, he grinned, quickly pounding his drink and nodding for me to follow suit. I don't know who made the punch or if it was just he was well-practiced drinking, "Hey, I gotta slow down..." I whispered to him, giving him a peck on his cheek as I dropped back down. Did I mean to kiss him? "No worries...here..." And with my dress up around my hips, hand on my asscheek, he guided me away from the dance floor, my head [[leaning on his arm|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>>This had been on his brain since he asked me to Prom, probably, and he'd been patient. "Yeah, it is." I smiled, he smiled as I turned, his hand immediately giving my ass a firm smack. His fingers dug in as we weaved through the crowd, sipping our drinks and moving to the back hallway. I knew <<print $CC.FName>>'s house quite well and found an empty guest room. I mean, the party had [[barely started|HS008 - PromNightSex]].<</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> I distracted myself with the others on the ride over, as did he. There were moments our fingers touched, but not further. It was a relief when we arrived and there were so many people. And drinks. We rushed to grab some party punch and began chugging, if just to shut off our anxiety. "Didn't think Prom could actually be fun." A reproached look on his face as he looked around. I elbowed him, "And I had to //drag// you here." "Kicking and screaming." He smiled. There it was. The old banter. How we always were. And so it went. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>>Easy banter, some dancing and hanging out with friends. I think we were both glad to have navigated that awkwardness. It was a night [[to remember|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>>Drinking made things easier, so we drank more. Touched more. <<print $CC.FName>> suddenly wasn't around and I knew what that hint was. Or at least my party-brain did. I leaned in and we started [[making out|HS008 - PromNightSex]].<</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> As I guided Joe against me for the umpteenth time, my mind wandered -- nabbing Ava's boyfriend been a crucial salve to Ava being Prom Queen. Yet he was definitely distracted, mind off elsewhere. Sigh. Something about this felt incredibly underwhelming. His hands slid from where I had put them, behind me back to the front of my hips. At least he wasn't looking for her. I hadn't been consoled once by anyone, not even <<print $CC.FName>>. She knew the importance of tonight, and here I was, practically bored. <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 || $CC.spoiled == true>>I pounded my cup, wanting my buzz to be in over gear as I took reluctant Joe by the hand again, "It's loud in here...want to go someplace quieter?" "Uh, sure. Yeah." He nodded as I maneuvered him through the crowd that wouldn't make eye contact, meandering towards the bedrooms. I knew her [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]].<<else>> My buzz was fading fast, I looked into the cup at the red juice, the artificial blend of vodka and sugar distasteful on my tongue. I shook my head and stepped back from Joe, "Hey, I'm just not feeling it." He nodded. He //nodded//. Was there anything he fought? Did he have personal stakes at all? Ava could have him. I pounded my cup, forcing the shitty punch down as I tried to find my friend. But she had disappeared with her own date. Looking around for friendly eyes, I found none. And Joe was texting. I had to save face. I ducked out as quick [[as I could|HS008 - PromNightClean]].<</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Harden">> By the time we arrived, no one cared anymore, even him, so I just kept my hand on his cock, playing with him slowly through his pants. The other couples, especially the girls, acted like literally nothing was happening -- though the guys were more interested in vicarious enjoyment. Harden had gotten over himself as well and his hand was between my thighs, finger pushing in and out slowly from my clutch. And so we sat there, in the backseat casually petting on each other. It was no surprise that we didn't bother with stopping off for a dance or a drink when we got to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house. She smacked me firmly on my ass, ensuring I went right down the hallway. None of the rooms were claimed, the party had just begun, so we began clawing our clothes off of each other as we went down the hallway. My dress crumpling on the carpet, his jacket, then his shirt, like a trail to the nearest bedroom. I have no clue how many people saw us getting naked, nor what went on with our clothes in the meantime: we were on [[a mission|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stag">> As I guided Joe against me for the umpteenth time, my mind wandered. His was too. He was definitely distracted, mind off elsewhere. Sigh. Something about this felt incredibly underwhelming. His hands slid from where I had put them, behind me back to the front of my hips. At least he wasn't looking for her. I hadn't been consoled once by anyone, not even <<print $CC.FName>>. She knew the importance of tonight, and here I was, practically bored. <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 || $CC.spoiled == true>>I pounded my cup, wanting my buzz to be in over gear as I took reluctant Joe by the hand again, "It's loud in here...want to go someplace quieter?" "Uh, sure. Yeah." He nodded as I maneuvered him through the crowd that wouldn't make eye contact, meandering towards the bedrooms. I knew her [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]].<<else>> My buzz was fading fast, I looked into the cup at the red juice, the artificial blend of vodka and sugar distasteful on my tongue. I shook my head and stepped back from Joe, "Hey, I'm just not feeling it." He nodded. He //nodded//. Was there anything he fought? Did he have personal stakes at all? Ava could have him. I pounded my cup, forcing the shitty punch down as I tried to find my friend. But she had disappeared with her own date. Looking around for friendly eyes, I found none. And Joe was texting. I had to save face. I ducked out as quick [[as I could|HS008 - PromNightClean]].<</if>><</if>><</if>><<nobr>> /* TODO format nobr */ <</nobr>> <<if $HS.promDate == "Derek">><<addBody Derek M "Derek, my Prom date">>The craving inside me was maddening. I needed his beautiful cock ''now''. I figured that <<print $CC.FName>>'s room would be the last taken, so I made a bee-line for it, ignoring the other doorways and trying the knob as I practically dragged Joe along. Unoccupied. Score. He was chuckling the entire way, clearly loving the affect he had on me. On women. I <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>removed my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> and tugged it over the outer knob before shutting the door.<<else>>-- no underwear or socks of my own -- grabbed a sock from her drawer and put it on the knob before shutting the door.<</if>> Another chuckle. "Yuck it up, buddy. Time to fuck me up." "Sure." And he yanked me firmly over to the bed, shoving me back and forcefully digging his hips between my thighs, making them open. One hand pulling my dress up, the other firmly on my throat. Spreading my thighs and lifting my heels, this felt very instinctive and my body clicked on. He unzipped. <<if $CC.fertile == 0>>His cock went in so easily, sheathing within me in a single thrust. His hips collided with my crotch and he shifted his weight over me, leaning onto the hand on my throat. I couldn't really breathe but I could watch him, looking between my thighs as he began to ram my pussy. God he looked hot. And thank god for being able to cum as well -- he certainly wasn't focused on me beyond my pussy -- between how pent up I was, that he had already cummed once, and his looks, I orgasmed right as he crammed inside me, pumping his second load. I gasped out as I was coming down, his hand finally off my neck. I heard the familiar sound of his zipper as he stood, eyeing my pussy that hadn't yet revealed his deposit. "Thanks, <<print $CC.name>>" Blood rushing to my brain and my body shuddering, I nodded, but the door had shut. Exhausted and relieved, I just rolled over, passing out in my mussed state, waking up to <<print $CC.FName>> cuddled up on me in [[the morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]], a sore throat and a sticky pussy. <<else>>"Wait, you got--" His cock went in so easily, sheathing within me in a single thrust. His hips collided with my crotch and he shifted his weight over me, leaning onto the hand on my throat, "Shh." Now, I couldn't talk, let alone really breathe but I could watch him, looking between my thighs as he began to ram my pussy. God he looked hot. And thank god for being able to cum as well -- he certainly wasn't focused on me beyond my pussy -- between how pent up I was, that he had already cummed once, and his looks, I orgasmed right as he crammed inside me, pumping his second load. I gasped out as I was coming down, his hand finally off my neck. I heard the familiar sound of his zipper as he stood, eyeing my pussy that hadn't yet revealed his deposit. "Thanks, <<print $CC.name>>" Blood rushing to my brain and my body shuddering, I nodded, but the door had shut. Exhausted and relieved, I just rolled over, passing out in my mussed state, waking up to <<print $CC.FName>> cuddled up on me in [[the morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]], a sore throat and a sticky pussy. Fuck. Asshole. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>><</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">><<if $dates lte ($Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value - $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value - $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value - $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value)>>Before we made it too far down the hall, some reserve inside me, or just reservation, surged up and I pulled myself free. "Uh, n-no. Yeah, not...nuh-uh." Shaking my head and waving them away. Sometimes numbers mean something is more likely to happen. Sometimes less. This was the latter. But I also didn't want to stick around and let them 'unionize'. I left as quickly as I could, searching for guys more in line with [[my sensibilities|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <<else>><<if $dates == 1>>Not my choice for a partner, but my partner all the same. And lest I lose everyone, I was going to let him get pussy tonight. Once we were out of sight of the 'dance floor,' I relaxed a bit and just went with it. I giggled and gave him a pull back on his leading hand, "I know <<print $CC.FName>>'s house a touch better than you...here." I went to try a knob but I saw the flash in his eyes grow brighter. "Where's ''her'' room?" Not sure that she'd be very happy about this, "Uh, right...here." We stepped into her sanctum, the party had barely started so almost none of the rooms had been claimed and her's was being respected the longest. He shut the door firmly and started undoing his pants, giving a head motion for me to get on my knees. He really was living out his only reference: porn. I dropped down, moving over to him, fingertips working his pants down as his cock swung free and smacked me across the face. He //grinned//. I began to lick and suck, hands slowly working his pants down while I used my mouth. His head flung back, hitting the door and his hands clasped hard at my head in surprise. Was this his first blowjob? Head firmly held he began to thrust, and I had barely begun. His eyes dropping to watch his cock pumping my mouth and then he shoved firmly in, grunting and fingers __digging__ into my skull. My fingers grasped at his thighs, trying to fight the gag as all of a sudden he was in my throat and pumping his load down it. He shuddered, the sweaty stink of his crotch seeping into my nose while his cock pulsed and pumped. Luckily, I didn't taste much. He finished and I gasped out for breath, pulling away. I wiped my mouth again and laughed, surprised at how quick that was, "Don't you fucking laugh at me." He glared. "I wasn't..." I wiped my mascara tears, grunting in surprise as he pulled me up and over to the bed. I was confused. "You've been edging me all night, that's all. Now, get that dress off." I wasn't confused. I unzipped, he pulled and my dress came off, he sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked his pants off and nodded back down in front of him. Just in my heels, I got back in position, "Get me hard again." He unbuttoned his shirt and worked the rest of his tux off as I slowly bobbed, sucking firmly to tease his spent cock to rigidity. I heard my name at the door, sounded like <<print $CC.FName>>, "She's busy. Close the door." Came his response while his hand kept my head from turning, gripping at my hair. "You're good at that." He smiled down at me and soon enough he was hard. Dragged up onto the bed, he reached over to withdraw a rope of condoms. He had come prepared. He wrapped himself in the first one and did his best impression of a porn star, pounding between my legs about as unromantically as I've ever seen. A couple hours later, I'm sure the party was wrapping up finally, I had been sucking his condom and cum tasting cock hard and then getting fucked again, my pussy was raw, and each time he was taking longer and ramming it in harder to try to get off. He looked very impressed with his stamina. "Busy. Out!" He yelled at the door again, I think it was <<print $CC.FName>> trying to go to bed. He certainly spent himself and nearly got through the condoms he brought. Despite how sore I was, I managed to extricate myself from his naked, sweaty body in the morning, coated in juices, sweat and his oily sweat. I [[snuck out|HS009 - HomeVign3]], passing <<print $CC.FName>> on the couch, thankfully asleep. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <<elseif $dates gte 2>>Oh this was going to be crazy. The dance floor at Prom was only a precursor, a preview of what was to come. I hadn't realized it at the time, but I was realizing it as we moved into a large office. The dress was being pulled off of me, I was being moved over to the couch. My exhaustion, my horniness, their insistence and attitudes, I just went with it. Worn down //and// prepared. One of them, Aaron, was on top of me mere moments after the door shut. <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>"Condom...you guys have condoms on you, right?" Aaron looked up at the other guys as he pushes the head of his cock up and down my wet cleft. "Eh...not enough for all of us." Igor shrugged after a quick count. "Especially after the first round. You not on the pill?" chuckled Aaron as he pushed inside now that he'd been given enough of a go-ahead from the guys. I shook my head as my legs kipped up in response to the penetration, "No." "I've got pullout game, don't worry." There was kindness in his voice, or that might have been reaction to being inside me. He did. Thankfully, gasping out as cum sprayed up <<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">>into my pubic hair<<else>>across my mound and lower tummy<</if>>. I could tell they were trying, but after the first of them pumped a load inside me accidentally, there was a lot less trying going on. And once they saw me come to terms with the risk being risked, they asked but knew I'd say sure. Hours passed, one on me, otherwise jerking off and watching, getting themselves ready for another go. My pussy was so sore, so sticky and so full of cum. Eventually, I felt the energy leaving them as well and I was able to curl up on the couch and pass out, needing to recover. I woke in the morning, sore, still exhausted, sticking to myself and the couch. Shit, the couch. <<print $CC.FName>> would be pissed with me. None of the guys were there. I sighed and passed out again, being woken up by a concerned, then very concerned <<print $CC.FName>> when she saw my state. "<<print $CC.name>>! You okay?" I nodded and smiled, letting her help collect me and get me presentable. "Yeah, just too many dates." Seeing caked cum on me, she knew to bring me to the pharmacy. She's a [[great friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <<else>>Aaron pressed the head of his cock up and down my wet cleft. "You on the pill?" I nodded, "Yeah." "Good," chuckled Aaron as he pushed inside now that he'd been given enough of a go-ahead. My legs kipped up in response to the penetration, "F-fuck." "Oh, don't worry about that." There was kindness in his voice, or that might have been reaction to being inside me. Hours passed, one ontop of me, otherwise, jerking off and watching, getting themselves ready for another go. My pussy was so sore, so sticky and so full of cum. Eventually, I felt the energy leaving them as well and I was able to curl up on the couch and pass out, needing to recover. I woke in the morning, sore, still exhausted, sticking to myself and the couch. Shit, the couch. <<print $CC.FName>> would be pissed with me. None of the guys were there. I sighed and passed out again, being woken up by a concerned, then very concerned <<print $CC.FName>> when she saw my state. "<<print $CC.name>>! You okay?" I nodded and smiled, letting her help collect me and get me presentable. "Yeah, just too many dates." She wasn't too upset. She's a [[great friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>><</if>> <<addBody Igor M "Igor, one of my seven Prom Dates">> <<if $dates gte 2>><<addBody Anthony M "Anthony, one of my seven Prom Dates">><</if>> <<if $dates gte 3>><<addBody Jack M "Jack, one of my seven Prom Dates">><</if>> <<if $dates gte 4>><<addBody Logan M "Logan, one of my seven Prom Dates">><</if>> <<if $dates gte 5>><<addBody Mason M "Mason, one of my seven Prom Dates">><</if>> <<if $dates gte 6>><<addBody Oliver M "Oliver, one of my seven Prom Dates">><</if>> <<if $dates == 7>><<addBody Noah M "Noah, one of my seven Prom Dates">><</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stephen">><<addBody Stephen M "Stephen, my Underclassman Prom date">> Once we were out of sight of the 'dance floor,' I relaxed a bit and just went with it. I giggled and gave him a pull back on his leading hand, "I know <<print $CC.FName>>'s house a touch better than you...here." I went to try a knob but I saw the flash in his eyes grow brighter. "Where's ''her'' room?" Not sure that she'd be very happy about this, "Uh, right...here." We stepped into her sanctum, the party had barely started so almost none of the rooms had been claimed and her's was being respected the longest. He shut the door firmly and started undoing his pants, giving a head motion for me to get on my knees. He really was living out his only reference: porn. I dropped down, moving over to him, fingertips working his pants down as his cock swung free and smacked me across the face. He //grinned//. I began to lick and suck, hands slowly working his pants down while I used my mouth. His head flung back, hitting the door and his hands clasped hard at my head in surprise. Was this his first blowjob? Head firmly held he began to thrust, and I had barely begun. His eyes dropping to watch his cock pumping my mouth and then he shoved firmly in, grunting and fingers __digging__ into my skull. My fingers grasped at his thighs, trying to fight the gag as all of a sudden he was in my throat and pumping his load down it. He shuddered, the sweaty stink of his crotch seeping into my nose while his cock pulsed and pumped. Luckily, I didn't taste much. He finished and I gasped out for breath, pulling away. I wiped my mouth again and laughed, surprised at how quick that was, "Don't you fucking laugh at me." He glared. "I wasn't..." I wiped my mascara tears, grunting in surprise as he pulled me up and over to the bed. I was confused. "You've been edging me all night, that's all. Now, get that dress off." I wasn't confused. I unzipped, he pulled and my dress came off, he sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked his pants off and nodded back down in front of him. Just in my heels, I got back in position, "Get me hard again." He unbuttoned his shirt and worked the rest of his tux off as I slowly bobbed, sucking firmly to tease his spent cock to rigidity. I heard my name at the door, sounded like <<print $CC.FName>>, "She's busy. Close the door." Came his response while his hand kept my head from turning, gripping at my hair. "You're good at that." He smiled down at me and soon enough he was hard. Dragged up onto the bed, he reached over to withdraw a rope of condoms. He had come prepared. He wrapped himself in the first one and did his best impression of a porn star, pounding between my legs about as unromantically as I've ever seen. A couple hours later, I'm sure the party was wrapping up finally, I had been sucking his condom and cum tasting cock hard and then getting fucked again, my pussy was raw, and each time he was taking longer and ramming it in harder to try to get off. He looked very impressed with his stamina. "Busy. Out!" He yelled at the door again, I think it was <<print $CC.FName>> trying to go to bed. He certainly spent himself and nearly got through the condoms he brought. Despite how sore I was, I managed to extricate myself from his naked, sweaty body in the morning, coated in juices, sweat and his oily sweat. I [[snuck out|HS009 - HomeVign3]], passing <<print $CC.FName>> on the couch, thankfully asleep. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Absame">><<addBody Absame M "Absame, my Prom date">> "So we should be...quick?" curious, my heel shifting the door closed behind me, my hands working down the zipper on my dress. "<<print $CC.name>>, I don't want to dis...oh..." I was stepping out of the dress, finding my way naked and finding out way towards a couch in her father's office. "Our first time...should not be quick." His eyes were on my bare flesh. <<if $CC.virgin == false>>I shrugged nonchalant, "Doesn't matter to me." Though it did make me feel good at hearing 'first'. Not a one-night stand guy. I began working his clothes off. "Oh, is this not your first time?" The shock hit me as his cock swung free. An ebony, fat pillar, uncut and not especially long, but massively far around. It was Absame's first time? Shit. "Oh. Uh, no. But, don't worry about it. Best for us both not to be." I played it off, especially since I couldn't keep from looking at his pulsing meat, despite the density it was sticking up impressively straight over his low-hanging and hefty testicles.<br><br><<else>>"It's okay. First time's just a practice round, right? And what better night than tonight to lose ours? Oh. Wow. That's going to //hurt//." The shock hit me as his cock swung free. An ebony, fat pillar, uncut and not especially long, but massively far around. "Okay, <<print $CC.name>>." I couldn't keep from looking at his pulsing meat, despite the density it was sticking up impressively straight over his low-hanging and hefty testicles.<</if>>"I hate to annoy you, but one more thing. I wasn't expecting this, so I...am unprepared." He coughed uncomfortably, his hand on my thigh. He wasn't even touching himself and he was still stiffer than steel. <<if $CC.fertile == 1>><<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>>"Got you covered. Lay back." And he did as I walked over to get the condom out of my clutch. Thank god for pre-planning. I returned and worked the condom over his shaft, it was incredibly difficult since I didn't carry Magnums and his girth was straining the limits of the latex. I knew he was concerned about time so we skipped the foreplay, "Lay back." I moved over him, leaving my heels on. His eyes stared between us as I grabbed the shaft -- //Christ// now that I had my hand on it, how it appeared didn't prepare me for how it felt. I worked the uncut head back and forth along my cleft, letting his precum lubricate me, spitting in my other hand and stroking it along his massive width. He groaned. I grinned, feeling his cock stiffen in reaction even harder. I pressed down, wincing and gasping, "You okay?" He nudged up my chin. I nodded and pushed his hand away. The condom was __not__ helping. Should have brought lube. "Shh. Sokay. Look, it's going to take a while to get you in...carefully. So..." I fought with the pain center in my brain as I considered what I was asking him to do. I guided his hands to my hips and made sure the head was pinned right at my opening. "Put it in." My breath caught in my throat. His hands tightened on my hips and he flexed his hips, I felt the pressure of the giant black head pushing my labia in with it, but it wasn't going. He checked in with me quickly and I gave a quick nod and he flexed harder, eyes now stuck between my thighs. I tensed, holding still. Flex. //Flex//. ''Flex'' It was slightly pressing in and it hurt like fuck. Then feeling purchase, his hands tightened on my hips and pulled down sharply while his hips shoved up hard. Screaming out, head flicking back, hands clutching awkwardly at the couch and his stomach, I think the only reason he didn't notice or care was he was grunting hard as he felt hot and soft pussy pushing over his cock. His first pussy. A pussy and cock not built for each other. As I felt split open he was leaning up, mouth clasping to my breast, hands moving to my ass as he fully hilted inside me. My hands grasped at his back, he was immediately fucking me, clearly overwhelmed and ecstatic. His massive and spongy cockhead was banging right at my cervix as he rammed firmly and quick, an inch or two as he stayed ballsdeep in me. We did manage to be quick, his fingers digging in hard to my ass as he was unloading. Every muscular flex, every swell, every pulse -- I felt it. "Thank you, <<print $CC.name>>." My pussy was screaming at me but hearing my name in his accent made it better. "Welcome." I laughed, feeling a sharp pain as my muscles twitched, still speared on him. I leaned back, gasping as I was pulling myself off of him and dismounting at once, feeling like his meat was pulling me out from the inside. "Oh shit." He never cursed, and I knew why, instantly. His cock had ruined the condom probably instantly and he had blown his load inside me, it was oozing onto the couch, his crotch and my ass from my gaped pussy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I scrambled, dripping and dripping as I ran over to grab some tissues, stuffing a wad between my thighs as I waddled back and worked to clean him and the couch off. <<print $CC.FName>> would //kill// me. And I had gotten inseminated -- ''I'' would kill me. I could see him in post-nut clarity and his need to fuck and run. Especially now. "Sorry. You okay? I need to go. I'm sorry." They came out as quickly as his cum was. I nodded, and watched him put his tux on, looking at me and deciding what he should do, if anything. A clock behind me reminded him again and he moved over, quickly gave me a kiss and headed out, flicking the ruined condom into a waste bin on his way out...without a tissue. //Fuck//. "See you at school." I didn't think I could dance, so I curled up on the couch, sleeping with a hand and huge wad of tissue clutched between my thighs. I'd need to head out absolutely __first__ thing in the [[morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <<else>> "Shit. Okay. Um, I'm not on...anything, so..." I leaned in, about to give him head. He shook his own head and firmly pushed me away. "I understand, but I need to go." I felt crushed. Rejected. Destroyed. <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1 && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2>>I quickly mounted anyway, "Uh, are you...certain?" I nodded, not certain, but I wasn't going to let that be that. "Just, warn me before you cum. Okay?" He nodded, eyes dropping down as he sensed the feeling of my pussy against his cock -- //Christ// now that I had my hand on it, how it appeared didn't prepare me for how it felt. I worked the uncut head back and forth along my cleft, letting his precum lubricate me, spitting in my other hand and stroking it along his massive width. He groaned. I grinned, feeling his cock stiffen in reaction even harder. I pressed down, wincing and gasping, "You okay?" He nudged up my chin. I nodded and pushed his hand away. "Shh. Sokay. Look, it's going to take a while to get you in...carefully. So..." I fought with the pain center in my brain as I considered what I was asking him to do. I guided his hands to my hips and made sure the head was pinned right at my opening. "Put it in." My breath caught in my throat. His hands tightened on my hips and he flexed his hips, I felt the pressure of the giant black head pushing my labia in with it, but it wasn't going. He checked in with me quickly and I gave a quick nod and he flexed harder, eyes now stuck between my thighs. I tensed, holding still. Flex. //Flex//. ''Flex'' It was slightly pressing in and it hurt like fuck. Then feeling purchase, his hands tightened on my hips and pulled down sharply while his hips shoved up hard. Screaming out, head flicking back, hands clutching awkwardly at the couch and his stomach, I think the only reason he didn't notice or care was he was grunting hard as he felt my unprotected, hot and soft pussy pushing over his cock. His first pussy. A pussy and cock not built for each other. As I felt split open he was leaning up, mouth clasping to my breast, hands moving to my ass as he fully hilted inside me. My hands grasped at his back, he was immediately fucking me, clearly overwhelmed and ecstatic. His massive and spongy cockhead was banging right at my cervix as he rammed firmly and quick, an inch or two as he stayed ballsdeep in me. "<<print $CC.name>>. Going. To. Cum." Between each thrust. His fingers digging in hard to my ass and his needy thrusting, coupled with feeling his cock just a battering ram at my cervix, I couldn't react fact enough. Hell, I don't know what I was supposed to do. Or what I was thinking. Fuck. He was unloading inside me, his hot thick load spewing into my center. Every muscular flex, every swell, every pulse -- I felt it. "Thank you, <<print $CC.name>>." My pussy was screaming at me but hearing my name in his accent made this better, somehow. "Kay, um, this is going to be messy. We need to be careful and not get any on the couch." I was //freaking// but trying to keep it together. Not his fault. Too late now. He nodded, looking to me for guidance as he pulsed, happy to stay in me but I could see him in post-nut clarity and his need to fuck and run. I leaned down to grab his underwear and he pulled me back, "No. She'll know." He lifted me up, carrying me from the couch and I was thankful for the strength. We found a tissue box and grabbed a handful, both of us holding them down between my thighs and I felt how widely he had spread my mound. Without telling him to, he pulled suddenly from me, making me gasp and he was dropping me down. My legs weak, I dropped in front of him, luckily able to keep my wad of tissues between my leg as they quickly soaked. His cock swayed shiny and oozing in front of my face, "Sorry. You okay? I need to go. I'm sorry." They came out as quickly as his cum was. I nodded, and watched him put his tux on, looking at me and deciding what he should do, if anything. A clock behind me reminded him again and he moved over, quickly gave me a kiss and headed out, "See you at school." I didn't think I could dance, so I curled up on the couch, sleeping with a hand and huge wad of tissue clutched between my thighs. I'd need to head out absolutely __first__ thing in the [[morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <<else>> I sat there, <<if $CC.spoiled == true>>rage bubbling up within me. "Run back to mommy, fucking virgin." I wasn't going to let that ruin my night, so I got dressed and headed back to the party. I let them all think what they wanted. Absame [[never spoke to me again|HS009 - HomeVign3]], though. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <<else>>tears welling in my eyes. I watched him leave, glad I hadn't risked it, but also feeling alone and sad. I wasn't going to let that ruin my night, so I got dressed and headed back to the party. I let them all think what they wanted. Eventually, I was able to coax Absame back and [[came prepared|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <</if>><</if>><</if>><<else>> <<if $CC.virgin == false>>"No need. I'm clean, I'm sure you are."<<else>>"We're both clean, duh." With a playful eyeroll.<</if>> I knew he was concerned about time so we skipped the foreplay, "Lay back." I moved over him, leaving my heels on. His eyes stared between us as I grabbed the shaft -- //Christ// now that I had my hand on it, how it appeared didn't prepare me for how it felt. I worked the uncut head back and forth along my cleft, letting his precum lubricate me, spitting in my other hand and stroking it along his massive width. He groaned. I grinned, feeling his cock stiffen in reaction even harder. I pressed down, wincing and gasping, "You okay?" He nudged up my chin. I nodded and pushed his hand away. "Shh. Sokay. Look, it's going to take a while to get you in...carefully. So..." I fought with the pain center in my brain as I considered what I was asking him to do. I guided his hands to my hips and made sure the head was pinned right at my opening. "Put it in." My breath caught in my throat. His hands tightened on my hips and he flexed his hips, I felt the pressure of the giant black head pushing my labia in with it, but it wasn't going. He checked in with me quickly and I gave a quick nod and he flexed harder, eyes now stuck between my thighs. I tensed, holding still. Flex. //Flex//. ''Flex'' It was slightly pressing in and it hurt like fuck. Then feeling purchase, his hands tightened on my hips and pulled down sharply while his hips shoved up hard. Screaming out, head flicking back, hands clutching awkwardly at the couch and his stomach, I think the only reason he didn't notice or care was he was grunting hard as he felt my unprotected, hot and soft pussy pushing over his cock. His first pussy. A pussy and cock not built for each other. As I felt split open he was leaning up, mouth clasping to my breast, hands moving to my ass as he fully hilted inside me. My hands grasped at his back, he was immediately fucking me, clearly overwhelmed and ecstatic. His massive and spongy cockhead was banging right at my cervix as he rammed firmly and quick, an inch or two as he stayed ballsdeep in me. We did manage to be quick, his fingers digging in hard to my ass as he was unloading inside me, his hot thick load spewing into my center. Every muscular flex, every swell, every pulse -- I felt it. "Thank you, <<print $CC.name>>." My pussy was screaming at me but hearing my name in his accent made it better. "Kay, um, this is going to be messy. We need to be careful and not get any on the couch." He nodded, looking to me for guidance as he pulsed, happy to stay in me but I could see him in post-nut clarity and his need to fuck and run. I leaned down to grab his underwear and he pulled me back, "No. She'll know." He lifted me up, carrying me from the couch and I was thankful for the strength. We found a tissue box and grabbed a handful, both of us holding them down between my thighs and I felt how widely he had spread my mound. Without telling him to, he pulled suddenly from me, making me gasp and he was dropping me down. My legs weak, I dropped in front of him, luckily able to keep my wad of tissues between my leg as they quickly soaked. His cock swayed shiny and oozing in front of my face, "Sorry. You okay? I need to go. I'm sorry." They came out as quickly as his cum was. I nodded, and watched him put his tux on, looking at me and deciding what he should do, if anything. A clock behind me reminded him again and he moved over, quickly gave me a kiss and headed out, "See you at school." I didn't think I could dance, so I curled up on the couch, sleeping with a hand and huge wad of tissue clutched between my thighs [[until morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>><</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Miguel">><<addBody Miguel M "Miguel, my Prom date">> I giggled playfully as we headed outside, ducking through the doors as soon as Principal Mark turned away. He wasn't giggling, wasn't even laughing. I pulled and laughed playfully, trying to encourage him to join in. His eyes were scanning instead. "Here's good." He pulled back, towards a nearby picnic table. It was within sight of the gym and literally the first place that //could// work. <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2>>Shaking my head in disbelief, I bit my lower lip and felt the sharp edge of the bench and table digging in at my back and ass as he worked my dress up. I looked around nervously, my brain locked in on the doors to the gym, willing them to stay shut. Then he spun me around, my hands pressing against the graffiti'd table before he could shove my face against it. <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>My hands grasped at his cock before he could get it in me, "Got a condom?" I looked back over my shoulder, seeing the frustration reaching a boiling point. "You don't? Sounds like a //you// problem." He tried to move my hand away. "I'm not getting knocked up at ''Prom''." I glared. "Lucky for you, we've got another option." His hand on my wrist, he pulled the head to my asshole. This was __not__ how I envisioned losing my anal virginity, but I also was not in any mood to get raped and Miguel seemed verging in the area where that might happen. I let go and felt him push, gasping and trying to brace in my heels and against the worn planks of the table top. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. Everything else down there felt like it was on fire, but I gritted my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was pushing my guts around, literally, with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises seeming far too loud in the open-air of the night. I couldn't see, was anyone seeing this? I couldn't //see//. Then he shoved forward with finality and I felt heat growing inside me as he unloaded into my colon. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of napkins -- left over from lunch today -- tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. Had he seen those before he was fucking me? While? Turning, I sat on the edge of a bench, embarrassment rising as I wasn't sure how this was all going to turn out. He had turned, grabbing the rest of the napkins and began to clean himself off with some additional saliva. He was practiced at this. "Heh that was new." I tried to engage with him. "Huh, really? Well, glad to have opened a whole new world to you. Good for you to get used to if you're not going to get on the pill." He tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. "See you back in there?" I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. "Yeah." He nodded and smiled, walking back inside. Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <<else>>He pushed. I gasped, trying to brace in my heels and against the metal lockers on either side of me. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. While I was acting down and horny for this, my body was not being compliant. Especially being somewhere so easily caught. Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. I grit my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was in a rhythm right away, shoving inside me with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises we made The smacking of our skin and the noises seeming far too loud in the open-air of the night. I couldn't see, was anyone seeing this? I couldn't //see//. Then he shoved forward with finality and thick heat spurting inside me as his cock pumped. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of napkins -- left over from lunch today -- tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. Had he seen those before he was fucking me? While? Turning, I sat on the edge of a bench, embarrassment rising as I wasn't sure how this was all going to turn out. He had turned, grabbing the rest of the napkins, cleaning himself off additional saliva. He was practiced at this. "Heh that was new." I tried to engage with him. "Huh, really? Thought that was like, your spot." He tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. "See you back in there?" I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. "Yeah." He nodded and smiled, walking back inside. Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>><</if>> <<else>> "Ehhh...someone could come out." "We'd be quick." He pulled again, dragging me towards the table. I shook my head and leaned back against his weight and strength. He grunted, sighed and let me pull him deeper into my school complex. "Here." Literally the next option: beside some lockers in the mall. <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 2>>Shaking my head in disbelief, I bit my lower lip and felt the rough bricks digging in at my back and ass as he worked my dress up. I looked around nervously, my brain naturally remembering recent events and conversations I had mere feet away. Then he spun me around, my hands pressing against the wall before he could shove my face against it. <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>My hands grasped at his cock before he could get it in me, "Got a condom?" I looked back over my shoulder, seeing the frustration reaching a boiling point. "You don't? Sounds like a //you// problem." He tried to move my hand away. "I'm not getting knocked up at ''Prom''." I glared. "Lucky for you, we've got another option." His hand on my wrist, he pulled the head to my asshole. This was __not__ how I envisioned losing my anal virginity, but I also was not in any mood to get raped and Miguel seemed verging in the area where that might happen. I let go and felt him push, gasping and trying to brace in my heels and against the metal lockers on either side of me. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. Everything else down there felt like it was on fire, but I gritted my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was pushing my guts around, literally, with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises we made echoing and dissipating into the open-air of the night. Then he shoved forward with finality and I felt heat growing inside me as he unloaded into my colon. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of napkins -- left over from lunch today -- tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. Had he seen those before he was fucking me? While? Turning, I sat on the edge of a bench, embarrassment rising as I wasn't sure how this was all going to turn out. He had turned, grabbing the rest of the napkins and going to a water fountain to clean himself off with water. He was practiced at this. "Heh that was new." I tried to engage with him. "Huh, really? Well, glad to have opened a whole new world to you. Good for you to get used to if you're not going to get on the pill." He tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. "See you back in there?" I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. "Yeah." He nodded and smiled, walking off. Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <<else>>He pushed. I gasped, trying to brace in my heels and against the metal lockers on either side of me. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. While I was acting down and horny for this, my body was not being compliant. Especially being somewhere so easily caught. Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. I grit my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was in a rhythm right away, shoving inside me with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises we made echoing and dissipating into the open-air of the night. Then he shoved forward with finality and thick heat spurting inside me as his cock pumped. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of napkins -- left over from lunch today -- tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. Had he seen those before he was fucking me? While? Turning, I sat on the edge of a bench, embarrassment rising as I wasn't sure how this was all going to turn out. He had turned, grabbing the rest of the napkins and going to a water fountain to clean himself off with water. He was practiced at this. "Heh that was new." I tried to engage with him. "Huh, really? Thought that was like, your spot." He tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. "See you back in there?" I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. "Yeah." He nodded and smiled, walking out. Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>><</if>> <<else>>"Come on...don't be crazy." "I'm being annoyed." He frowned, but allowed me to move through the mall and try the bathroom doors. Locked. Crap. Locked. Shit. Locked. Maybe we would be somewhere super-visible. Open. Oh, thank //god//. I stumbled in, not expecting the door to actually open. He caught me and pulled me close, "Nowhere to go now." He growled. Smirking dirtily up at him as I felt my dress coming up, "Nope. Caught me." Dress around my waist, he flipped me around firmly, pushing me into one of the open stalls. <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>I nearly tripped, headfirst into the toilet bowl as he yanked my underwear down my leg, tangling at my ankles.<<else>>He pushed forward between my shoulder blades, my hands catching at the walls to try and find some balance and not go straight into the toilet bowl.<</if>> "''Easy''..." He laughed, his belt uncoupling and I felt the fabric up against my bare ass as the zipper was quickly yanked open, "That's your job, <<print $CC.name>>." <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>My hands grasped at his cock before he could get it in me, "Got a condom?" I looked back over my shoulder, seeing the frustration reaching a boiling point. "You don't? Sounds like a //you// problem." He tried to move my hand away. "I'm not getting knocked up in a fucking bathroom." I glared. "Lucky for you, we've got another option." His hand on my wrist, he pulled the head to my asshole. This was __not__ how I envisioned losing my anal virginity, but I also was not in any mood to get raped and Miguel seemed verging in the area where that might happen. I let go and felt him push, gasping and trying to brace in my heels and against the plastic walls of the stall. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. Everything else down there felt like it was on fire, but I gritted my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was pushing my guts around, literally, with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises we made echoing on the tile and water in the toilets. Then he shoved forward with finality and I felt heat growing inside me as he unloaded into my colon. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of tissue tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. Turning, I sat on the bowl, embarrassment rising as I wasn't sure how this was all going to turn out. He had turned, heading to the sinks to clean himself off with water. He was practiced at this. "Heh that was new." I tried to engage with him. "Huh, really? Well, glad to have opened a whole new world to you. Good for you to get used to if you're not going to get on the pill." Paper towels pulled from a dispenser as he tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. "See you back in there?" I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. "Yeah." He nodded and smiled, walking out. Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <<else>>He pushed. I gasped, trying to brace in my heels and against the plastic walls of the stall. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. While I was acting down and horny for this, my body was not being compliant. Especially being in a familiar bathroom stall. Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. I grit my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was in a rhythm right away, shoving inside me with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises we made echoing on the tile and water in the toilets. Then he shoved forward with finality and thick heat spurting inside me as his cock pumped. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of tissue tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. Turning, I sat on the bowl, embarrassment rising as I felt vulnerable, as if he had walked in on me indecent. He had turned, heading to the sinks to clean himself off with water. He was practiced at this. "Heh that was new." I tried to engage with him. "Huh, really? Thought that was like, your spot." Paper towels pulled from a dispenser as he tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. "See you back in there?" I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. "Yeah." He nodded and smiled, walking out. Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Chad">><<addBody Chad M "Chad, my Prom date">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lt 0 || $CC.maleReaction lt 1>>There are flashes from there on out: the hallway. A dark doorway. The feeling of being brought onto something soft. Penetration. The motion of him over me. The feeling of cum oozing out of my pussy. Alone. Looking around, alone still. Then it was the morning. I stumbled out of the house, brain foggy as fuck and trying to make sure no one noticed Ms. Mess 'sneaking' out. Fuck. The sun hurt my eyes. <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>I didn't quite connect the dots until I got home, sneaking in, feet hurting from the barefoot walk, the tacky feeling of my thighs sticking and pulling apart with each step. I collapsed in bed, thankful for the comfort and that I had made it, seemingly unnoticed. I woke up after another heavy sleep, feeling like cotton everywhere, eyes, brain, skin all hurting. I chugged down water as the dry crustiness of my crotch and legs registered fully. A finger test, a sniff, fuck. He'd nutted in me. Frantically, I checked for the earliest pharmacy hours and stole a couple bills from my parents, heading [[there ASAP|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <<else>>I got home, sneaking in, feet hurting from the barefoot walk, the tacky feeling of my thighs sticking and pulling apart with each step. I collapsed in bed, thankful for the comfort and that I had made it, seemingly unnoticed. I woke up after another heavy sleep, feeling like cotton everywhere, eyes, brain, skin all hurting. Well, yay [[Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>><</if>> <<else>> He clawed the dress up over my head as soon as we crossed the threshold. The urgency was like nothing I'd experienced before. Romance clearly not his strong suit as we got to the end of our date and the most romantic thing he'd done for me was get me a drink. We were naked in a flash and on the bed, him climbing ontop of me and spitting on my pussy for lubrication. <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>"Whoah, Chad. Condom, condom. Condom." He rubbed his cockhead -- it wasn't Super -- against my slit as he gave a grimace, "Shit. Don't have any. You?" <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>>I sighed, thankful for my foresight and pushed him off me so I could scramble down to get to my stuff. As I fished out the condom, he was moving behind me, spitting on his hand and wiping it along my slit to join his last glob. "Here." He tore it open while poking his dick against my fertile pussy anyway, unable to stop himself from popping his head in and then laughing as he pulled free, "Yeah, yeah, just the tip." And began rolling down the condom behind me. Then ''SMACK'' his hand against my ass as he drove in. The two spitballs and his previous penetration had made it fine for his smallish member to shove right in, balls pressed tightly to the top of my mound. "Oh, yeah." He grunted, nodding as he immediately began to fuck. He took his other hand, grabbed my hair and begin pounding. And then, after some grunts and more 'Oh, yeah' he was cumming. "Oh. Fuck. ''Yeah''." "<<shake 3s>>Yeah<</shake>>. //Take//. //That//. //Cum//, <<print $CC.name>>." Nodding and adding a word with each short thump of his hips, finishing off. He smiled, staying ballsdeep, he gave a little squeeze to one of my tits and pushed my head as he freed his fingers from my hair. I felt a weird wet stick against my ass. I looked back as he was tugging free, I felt the cum starting to thickly ooze out of me as I saw the condom sticking to my right cheek. He hadn't put it on and had smacked it there on his penetration. "Chad!" He didn't react, simply got dressed as fast as he stripped and got off. I slumped onto my side on the floor, testing the look and feel of the spooge as if I needed to double check. I didn't feel like going back to the party, so I curled up right there. I considered getting myself off but the thought of fingering my semen-soaked slit ended that thought. And passed out. Real hard. Then it was the morning. I stumbled out of the house, brain foggy as fuck and trying to make sure no one noticed Ms. Mess 'sneaking' out. Fuck. The sun hurt my eyes. I didn't quite connect the dots until I got home, sneaking in, feet hurting from the barefoot walk, the tacky feeling of my thighs sticking and pulling apart with each step. I collapsed in bed, thankful for the comfort and that I had made it, seemingly unnoticed. I woke up after another heavy sleep, feeling like cotton everywhere, eyes, brain, skin all hurting. I chugged down water as the dry crustiness of my crotch and legs registered fully. A finger test, a sniff, fuck. He'd nutted in me. Frantically, I checked for the earliest pharmacy hours and stole a couple bills from my parents, heading [[there ASAP|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <<else>> I shook my head and he pressed inside me, I gasped, not ready at all for penetration but thankfully his size made it manageable. "Oh, yeah." He grunted, nodding as he immediately began to fuck. ''Unprotected''. "Chad. You gotta pull out, kay?" "Oh, yeah." Grunting that out and nodding, I took that as him agreeing but only moments before he was grunting and unloading inside me, "Oh. Fuck. ''Yeah''." "Chad!" I smacked his chest and rolled my eyes. The lubrication I now had inside me was no longer useful. "<<shake 3s>>Yeah<</shake>>. //Take//. //That//. //Cum//, <<print $CC.name>>." Nodding and adding a word with each short thump of his hips, finishing off. He smiled, staying ballsdeep, "Now take a Plan B, kay?" he gave a little squeeze to one of my tits and pecked me on the forehead. He got dressed as fast as he stripped and got off. I didn't feel like going back to the party, so I curled up and was going to get myself off but the thought of fingering my semen-soaked slit ended that thought. And passed out. Real hard. Then it was the morning. I stumbled out of the house, brain foggy as fuck and trying to make sure no one noticed Ms. Mess 'sneaking' out. Fuck. The sun hurt my eyes. I didn't quite connect the dots until I got home, sneaking in, feet hurting from the barefoot walk, the tacky feeling of my thighs sticking and pulling apart with each step. I collapsed in bed, thankful for the comfort and that I had made it, seemingly unnoticed. I woke up after another heavy sleep, feeling like cotton everywhere, eyes, brain, skin all hurting. I chugged down water as the dry crustiness of my crotch and legs registered fully. A finger test, a sniff, fuck. He'd nutted in me. Frantically, I checked for the earliest pharmacy hours and stole a couple bills from my parents, heading [[there ASAP|HS009 - HomeVign3]].<</if>> <<else>> He rubbed his cockhead -- it wasn't Super -- against my slit and he pressed inside me, I gasped, not ready at all for penetration but thankfully his size made it manageable. "Oh, yeah." He grunted, nodding as he immediately began to fuck. Grunting that out and nodding, but only a few times before he was grunting and unloading inside me, "Oh. Fuck. ''Yeah''." "Chad!" I smacked his chest and rolled my eyes. Lubricated now, but no longer of use. "<<shake 3s>>Yeah<</shake>>. //Take//. //That//. //Cum//, <<print $CC.name>>." Nodding and adding a word with each short thump of his hips, finishing off. He smiled, staying ballsdeep, he gave a little squeeze to one of my tits and pecked me on the forehead. He got dressed as fast as he stripped and got off. I didn't feel like going back to the party, so I curled up and spent a few minutes fingering my semen-soaked slit. And passed out. Real hard. Then it was the morning. I stumbled out of the house, brain foggy as fuck and trying to make sure no one noticed Ms. Mess 'sneaking' out. Fuck. The sun hurt my eyes. I got home, sneaking in, feet hurting from the barefoot walk, the tacky feeling of my thighs sticking and pulling apart with each step. I collapsed in bed, thankful for the comfort and that I had made it, seemingly unnoticed. I woke up after another heavy sleep, feeling like cotton everywhere, eyes, brain, skin all hurting. Well, yay [[Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">><<set _bodyTitle = $CC.friend1 + ", my Prom date">><<addBody $CC.friend1 M _bodyTitle>> Our mouths touched, then our tongues, then our hands grabbed at each other. We pawed at each other in front of everyone, oblivious to the spectacle. Alcohol is a miraculous and scary thing. We both knew <<print $CC.FName>>'s house like the back of our hands, which were now occupied on each other, simultaneously feeling and pulling each other down the hallway. We bumped into people, we laughed but dove right back in to making out. His hand fumbled with a doorknob, locked. Then mine, locked. Shit. We found the bathroom and he pulled me in. I saw the need in his eyes. I wonder what he saw. He was lifting me, I was lifting myself onto the edge of the sink, spreading my thighs and tugging my dress up. He was stepping in and fumbling with his wallet. It fell, slapping against the tile. We had a hard time -- a seeming compulsion to continue kissing lest one of us reconsider, yet bodies just couldn't do everything you wanted attached at one place. Well, except for one. He dropped to the wallet, finding the condom <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>as I peeled my underwear down to hang on one ankle.<<else>>as I shifted to lean back against the mirror, giving him an eye line to my pussy.<</if>> Then the condom was on and he was on me in a flash. He thrust in and I wasn't quite ready, gasping and pushing back at him. "Sorry. Oh, s-sorry." I nodded, "Sokay." And lifted my knees up on either side of him, panting as he began to get into it. There was a pent up quality to the fuck -- again, I blame the alcohol -- the way he urgently stuck himself inside me. A minute or so of him jostling me on the edge of the sink, the smacking sound of our skin echoing against porcelain and tile. And then he was cumming. "S-sorry." He leaned forward, lips straining to mine but stopping as he began grunting in my face, feeling his cock pumping inside me as he filled the condom. "Sokay." I nodded again, waiting and zoning out into the buzz I was enjoying. He flexed against my mound as he got it all out, then pulled free. He didn't make eye contact. He deposited the condom in the trash. I didn't make eye contact. I fixed my dress. We walked out of the bathroom and I didn't realize he made an exit. I [[spent the night|HS009 - HomeVign3]] with <<print $CC.FName>>, trying to dodge her playful smiles and questions. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">><<addBody Joe M "Joe, my Prom date">> I figured that <<print $CC.FName>>'s room would be the last taken, so I made a bee-line for it, ignoring the other doorways and trying the knob as I practically dragged Joe along. Unoccupied. Score. The little victories were what I could take solace in. <<if $CC.memories.includes("PromQueen")>>"Come on, Mr. Prom King."<</if>> Giving him my best smile as I <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>removed my underwear and tugged it over the outer knob before shutting the door.<<else>>-- no underwear or socks of my own -- grabbed a sock from her drawer and put it on the knob before shutting the door.<</if>> He was complacently undressing, seated on the edge of the bed. Did Ava find this exciting? I peeled my dress off as I climbed up next to him and began helping him with his clothes. "Thanks." I found him insultingly not ready for action, but he was already laying back as if this was common. Taking his limpness in my mouth I began to work him hard, <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>>I straddled his face and unceremoniously dropped my pussy on him so that we'd both be ready. And he went to //town//, making my break my contact with his cock as my head flicked back in surprise. "Christ." A few moments later, frozen with my back arched and toes curling in my heels, I realized I had completely lost attention to the blowjob, but he apparently didn't need it. He was hard as a rock and. <<shake 3s>>''Fuck''<</shake>> I cried out as I came. His cock flexed in reaction to my orgasm and he dived in harder. Ignoring that I was peaking, his tongue lashed at me and I squealed out, an already hard climax extending. Extending. I rolled off after what felt like an eternity, body finally back under my control, legs shaking and panting as I held my hot, flushed face. And then he was between my legs again, "Wait...n-no-ohhhh!" He was eating my pussy again, it hurt but my sensitivity brought me over the edge again, crying out helplessly I came again and again, trying to wrestle his head from between my thighs, but he was fantastically skilled at this. When his jaw finally was worn out, I had lost count of my orgasms, "You...gonna fuck me?" I panted out, not sure how good of a partner I'd be in this melted state. "I'm good." He shook his head, smiling as he dismounted the bed, cock limp and wiping his handful of jizz on the sheets. He left me there and I passed out, waking cuddled by <<print $CC.FName>> [[in the morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <<else>>my hand dropped between my legs, frustratingly trying to override my brain so that we'd both be ready for step two. My jaw ached, my head bobbing as I forced myself onward, partially because my pussy wasn't being compliant and neither was his erection. Or lack thereof. I sighed. "Can you get yourself--" "Yeah. One sec." He cut me off, as if he expected it. Hand dropping to his shaft, he began stroking. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1>>I fished out a condom from my bag and worked it over him once he was rigid enough. <<else>>Straddling his hips, I pushed myself down, gasping from the lack of preparedness and feeling of rubber, but also from the sensation of being filled. I began to bounce, guiding his hands to my hips, to my tits, but he kept pulling them away and just reached between us, finger on my nub and I dropped against him, gasping out as he began thrumming. I came and he continued to rub, extending the orgasm. By the time it passed, tingling throughout my limbs, I squeaked, "I can't move my legs." He laughed, hand starting to move against my clit again and I pushed him away, "Aren't you gonna...Oh." I realized I didn't feel him inside me anymore because he had slipped free. He hadn't cum, and now that the moment was over, he guided me off of him and headed out, grabbing his clothes and leaving me to sleep. I woke in the [[morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]], cuddled by <<print $CC.FName>>. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>><</if>><</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Arvin">><<if $bodies.find(body => body.name && body.name === "Arvin") || $CC.vCard == "Arvin">> <<print $CC.MName>> was out with her friends, enjoying a night to herself. Exactly as we had hoped. We climbed the stairs with practiced comfort, hands intertwined. My bed. It was our rule. He carefully and kindly was taking my dress off -- as careful and kind as <<print $CC.MName>> had been helping me put it on. Like usual, we got me naked first, climbing onto the bed and rolling back, letting him look as he began to get undressed. The way he smiled. I couldn't help but love it. My fingers played between my legs as I got myself ready -- I was ready ever since I woke up this morning thinking about tonight -- but playing felt good. He wasn't the most attractive man, age hadn't been kind and it wasn't like he was especially fit. But there was something about him and his demeanor...or maybe it was the relationship we had, that made all the rest of it a non-issue. He climbed onto me, our bodies shifting into typical orientation, practiced condom application -- his rule -- as my legs lightly curled around his flat-tire midsection. Then he was inside me, thrusting slow as was his style, head nestled against my neck, grunting into my ear as I gasped into his. My hand slid between us to cup his sagging sack, playing with them teasingly as his coarse hair irritated my skin. He grunted deeply. God he loved that. It made him thrust deeper, intently, "Yeah. That's it." I panted into his ear, feeling the barrel of his body pressing down against my chest and stomach, pinning me to the bed while he went at my snatch. His excitement was what I needed, his need was my trigger. I began to <<shake 10s>>cum<</shake>>, light puppydog whimpering as my body twitched underneath him. He felt my release and he gave a quick one-two-three short and hard right against my crotch and began to fill the condom. His balls moving in my palm as he seeded the prophylactic. It was quick because it was always quick out of necessity. We'd rather steal moments like these than risk losing them all together. We uncoupled and laughed in our post-coital enjoyment, carefully taking care of evidence but then noticing we still had time because of our early exit and quick romp. He turned on the TV and selected an episode of the Office as I sucked on his cock for another hour or so. No intention to start again, but he didn't mind and neither did I. Then she called and we reset into our 'normal' behavior and state. "Have a good Prom?" <<print $CC.MName>> asked later. There must have been a glow or pinkness to my cheeks as I nodded and laughed. "[[Amazing|HS009 - HomeVign3]]." <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <<else>><<addBody Arvin M "Arvin, my Prom date">> <<print $CC.MName>> was out with her friends, enjoying a night to herself. Thank god. We quickly climbed the stairs, a level of uncertainty and constant check-ins. "Uh..." We stood at the landing and I was looking at both of our doors. "Nuh-uh." He laughed and nudged me towards my room. Made sense. Then, He carefully and kindly was taking my dress off -- as careful and kind as <<print $CC.MName>> had been helping me put it on. We got me naked first, climbing onto the bed and rolling back, letting him look as he began to get undressed. The way he smiled. I couldn't help but love it. My fingers played between my legs as I got myself ready -- I was ready ever since I made the realization on the dance floor -- but playing felt good. He wasn't the most attractive man, age hadn't been kind and it wasn't like he was especially fit. But there was something about him and his demeanor...or maybe it was the relationship we had, that made all the rest of it a non-issue. He climbed onto me, our bodies shifting. We laughed and moved, rearranging. He flashed a condom proudly, "Came prepared?" as my legs lightly curled around his flat-tire midsection. "Yeah. That a problem?" "No. Good thing. Just...you expected this?" "Hoped." Then he was inside me, thrusting slowly. He dropped his head to nestle against my neck, grunting into my ear as I gasped into his. "Oh, you feel fucking great." "S-so d-do you." "Why. Weren't. We. Doing. This. Sooner?" He laughed as he felt my cunt working his hard cock. "Better late than never." I nipped at his ear. "I want this to last forever. But..." "Yeah." I laughed at the implication. Who knew when she would get back home. He pulled my hand between us to cup his sagging sack. A little surprised, but he knew himself, I played with them teasingly as his coarse hair irritating my skin. He grunted deeply. God he //loved// that. It made him thrust deeper, intently, "Yeah. That's it." I panted into his ear, feeling the barrel of his body pressing down against my chest and stomach, pinning me to the bed while he went at my snatch. His excitement was what I needed, his need was my trigger. I began to <<shake 10s>>cum<</shake>>, light puppydog whimpering as my body twitched underneath him. He felt my release and he gave a quick one-two-three short and hard right against my crotch and began to fill the condom. His balls moving in my palm as he seeded the prophylactic. We uncoupled and laughed in our post-coital enjoyment, carefully taking care of evidence. There was an awkward moment as we stood there, naked. I saw him eyeing me and knew what was on his mind. "But." "But." He nodded. Safer is better than sorry. We reset into our 'normal' behavior and state and there was a growing pain as the minutes passed without any word from her. Thinking of the opportunity. There'd be others. That's what I reminded myself. "Have a good Prom?" <<print $CC.MName>> asked later. There must have been a glow or pinkness to my cheeks as I nodded and laughed. "[[Amazing|HS009 - HomeVign3]]." <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>><</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Harden">><<if $bodies.find(body => body.name && body.name === "Harden")>><<else>><<addBody Harden M "Harden, my Prom date">><</if>> Gone was his timidness and restraint, gone were our clothes. Gone were our books, study materials, and good sense. Our tongues wrestled and we were climbing onto each other. We had been working each other up all night I doubted there would be foreplay. There wasn't. He was working a condom over his cock while we made out, I could feel his hands not on me, but between my thighs. And then a sudden thrust, our kiss broke as he grunted and I gasped. He hilted straight away, his sack pressed tightly to my ass and cock jamming up inside me as far as it could go. <<print $Body.eyes>> flashed up at him in a challenge and he began to fuck. My heels swayed in the air as the bed squeaked, panting and mmphing underneath him as I grabbed at his body in need, watching him cavorting over me. I could see the concentration on his face, he //needed// to cum. His sensitivity was through the roof and he was battling the need and nearness to his orgasm against getting me off. He frowned and his head flicked back, slowing down and his thrusting becoming awkward. "Sokay." I gasped out, feeling the rigidness stabbing up inside me. My hand dropped and I started working my button, "Just cum." Instantly, he was groaning out, leaning hard against my pubic bone while I tried to move my fingers, pinned between us. His cock was pulsing and jerking inside me while he filled the condom. And then, I joined him. "Oh, <<shake 5s>>yeah<</shake>>..." I lightly gasped. It was a tiny one, but an orgasm all the same. I smiled up at him as I finished, seeing him watching me coming down before he pulled out, taking care of the condom. "Sorry about that." "It's //my// fault. I came anyway, don't worry about it." I rolled off the bed, did a quick touch up and then we scrambled out into the hallway naked -- everyone had arrived now -- to grab our clothes and then put them on in relative privacy. "Ready?" I grabbed his hand. "Ready." And we went out to the party. We had a great time. And then later, <<print $CC.FName>> insisted I stay with Harden. So he fucked me to close out the night too. I came twice then. He [[made up for it|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stag">><<addBody Joe M "Joe, Ava's Prom date">> I figured that <<print $CC.FName>>'s room would be the last taken, so I made a bee-line for it, ignoring the other doorways and trying the knob as I practically dragged Joe along. Unoccupied. Score. The little victories were what I could take solace in. <<if $CC.memories.includes("PromQueen")>>"Come on, Mr. Prom King."<</if>> Giving him my best smile as I <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>removed my underwear and tugged it over the outer knob before shutting the door.<<else>>-- no underwear or socks of my own -- grabbed a sock from her drawer and put it on the knob before shutting the door.<</if>> He was complacently undressing, seated on the edge of the bed. Did Ava find this exciting? I peeled my dress off as I climbed up next to him and began helping him with his clothes. "Thanks." I found him insultingly not ready for action, but he was already laying back as if this was common. Taking his limpness in my mouth I began to work him hard, <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>>I straddled his face and unceremoniously dropped my pussy on him so that we'd both be ready. And he went to //town//, making my break my contact with his cock as my head flicked back in surprise. "Christ." A few moments later, frozen with my back arched and toes curling in my heels, I realized I had completely lost attention to the blowjob, but he apparently didn't need it. He was hard as a rock and. <<shake 3s>>''Fuck''<</shake>> I cried out as I came. His cock flexed in reaction to my orgasm and he dived in harder. Ignoring that I was peaking, his tongue lashed at me and I squealed out, an already hard climax extending. Extending. I rolled off after what felt like an eternity, body finally back under my control, legs shaking and panting as I held my hot, flushed face. And then he was between my legs again, "Wait...n-no-ohhhh!" He was eating my pussy again, it hurt but my sensitivity brought me over the edge again, crying out helplessly I came again and again, trying to wrestle his head from between my thighs, but he was fantastically skilled at this. When his jaw finally was worn out, I had lost count of my orgasms, "You...gonna fuck me?" I panted out, not sure how good of a partner I'd be in this melted state. "I'm good." He shook his head, smiling as he dismounted the bed, cock limp and wiping his handful of jizz on the sheets. He left me there and I passed out, waking cuddled by <<print $CC.FName>> [[in the morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <<else>>my hand dropped between my legs, frustratingly trying to override my brain so that we'd both be ready for step two. My jaw ached, my head bobbing as I forced myself onward, partially because my pussy wasn't being compliant and neither was his erection. Or lack thereof. I sighed. "Can you get yourself--" "Yeah. One sec." He cut me off, as if he expected it. Hand dropping to his shaft, he began stroking. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1>>I fished out a condom from my bag and worked it over him once he was rigid enough. <<else>>Straddling his hips, I pushed myself down, gasping from the lack of preparedness and feeling of rubber, but also from the sensation of being filled. I began to bounce, guiding his hands to my hips, to my tits, but he kept pulling them away and just reached between us, finger on my nub and I dropped against him, gasping out as he began thrumming. I came and he continued to rub, extending the orgasm. By the time it passed, tingling throughout my limbs, I squeaked, "I can't move my legs." He laughed, hand starting to move against my clit again and I pushed him away, "Aren't you gonna...Oh." I realized I didn't feel him inside me anymore because he had slipped free. He hadn't cum, and now that the moment was over, he guided me off of him and headed out, grabbing his clothes and leaving me to sleep. I woke in the [[morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]], cuddled by <<print $CC.FName>>. <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = $HS.promDate>>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>> So I went where I knew I would be appreciated and not judged -- <<print $CC.friend1>>'s garage. The familiarity from the moment I ducked under the door set me at ease. The Boys were surprised to see me show up barefoot, heels swaying from my fingertips, and in my Prom dress. They didn't mind. I didn't expect them to. They didn't ask how the night went or how Prom was. Their questions were answered when I showed up. And they didn't even gloat about being right for not going. I escaped into Super Smash Brothers and episodes from The League. They were great [[friends|HS009 - HomeVign3]].<<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Guys in her room, sheets clutched to herself, insert only after they enter! */ <<set $HS.testScore = hs.getFinalTestScore()>> <<outfit underwear>> <<if visited("HS008 - PromNightClean") || visited("HS008 - PromNightSex")>> I ached from the dancing, the partying, the late hours. The morning light tickling my face as it filtered through the leaves outside my window. I grunted, turning over, and clutching the pillow over my face. <<else>> My gut ached from pouring my emotion into my pillow -- still damp from whenever I had passed out. My eyes crusty and dry, hell, my whole body felt desiccated. And hungry. The morning light tickling my face as it filtered through the leaves outside my window. I grunted, turning over, and clutching the pillow over my face. <</if>> <br><br> Then a knock at the door. Was that what woke me up? My body certainly didn't feel like it was ready. "Not yet." I grunted out groggily from beneath the pillow. A moment passed and then, I jerked upright, eyes going from shut to wide in a split-second as an uncomfortable, "Oh, I'm sorry <<print $CC.name>>," came, already in my room -- <<print $CC.DName>>. <br><br> <<if $CC.mom == 0>> <<set _isNaked = $Body.undies == "Commando" or $Body.braless == true>> <<if _isNaked>> <br> He averted his gaze, the man with him, did not. At least not right away. I was so shocked it took me too long to realize what was wrong. <br><br><br> <</if>> "Jesus! <<print $CC.DName>>. You can't just come in here!" <<if $CC.vCard == $CC.DName>>yeah it was an act, but a good one, eyes wide at him like 'really?!' while hiding myself for the sake of the //other// man in the room<<else>>I glared at him<</if>>, pulling the sheets <<if _isNaked>>over my naked body<<else>>tight around myself<</if>>, <<linkexpand "cocooning and drawing up the comforter as well.">> <<outfit towel>> cocooning and drawing up the comforter as well. <br><br> Just my head peeked out, frowning firmly and trying to make heads or tails of the other guy in my room. <br><br><br> "We're really sorry--" the man spoke. He wore a suit, which was weird for...it was Monday? Already? Ugh. <br><br> "I did knock--" <<print $CC.DName>> tried to excuse himself. <br><br> "Knock to say you were coming in...I coulda been doing //anything//. Who are you?" My anger redirected easily. <br><br> "So, you...shouldn't be finding out like this. We were hoping it was going to wait, at least until graduation..." <<print $CC.DName>> waved the suit off before he could interject, "We were trying to protect you." He stepped back, looking ashamed, <<linkexpand "eyes dropped and giving the suit the floor.">> eyes dropped and giving the suit the floor. <br><br><br> I adjusted myself under the covers, trying to beat back the work my brain was doing to tie up all these loose ends and vagueness. "Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>. My name is Nate. I'm an Officer with the US Government and, this might come as a shock to you, but your mother's Case Officer. No, she wasn't on probation or anything like that..." he brushed away the assumption. <br><br> He continued, sitting on the end of my bed. <<print $CC.DName>> remained, cowed and standing against the wall, present but quiet. <br><br><br> And that was how I learned that my Mom, a woman who'd been entirely out of my life had just crashed back in -- <<linkexpand "and wasn't //still// wasn't even here.">> and wasn't //still// wasn't even here. <br><br><br> Her name was Elle. She was an 'asset' and that was the reason that she hadn't been a part of my life. Instead, she had been working abroad. And, oh this was the best, they had lost touch with her. <br><br> /* TODO: CSS/HTML widget for agency members business cards */ He apologized again, gave me a card for me to contact him if needed and had assured me that he wasn't just Elle's Case Officer, but also my Minder. A kind of bodyguard for me. <br><br><br> When he left, I was absolutely frazzled and even more enraged. <br><br> First, why was I being told this? Did that mean they thought she was dead? In what way did any of this affect me -- ''except'' by telling me?! Second, why had this been kept from me? <<print $CC.DName>> knew. Third and most importantly: what was I supposed to do with any of this? <br><br> And of course, I had been sworn to secrecy. National security and whatnot. I got a chuckle out of thinking of being tried for treason simply for sharing this with the Boys. <br><br> My life had exploded. <br><br><br> Timing was unkind -- giving me no time to process or react -- I had to take [[Finals|HS010 - Finals]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<set _isNaked = $Body.undies == "Commando" or $Body.braless == true>> <<if _isNaked>> <br> He averted his gaze. I was so shocked it took me too long to realize what was wrong. <br><br><br> <</if>> "Jesus! <<print $CC.DName>>. You can't just come in here!" I glared at him, pulling the sheets <<if _isNaked>>over my naked body<<else>>tight around myself<</if>>, <<linkexpand "cocooning and drawing up the comforter as well.">> <<outfit towel>> cocooning and drawing up the comforter as well. <br><br><br> Just my head peeked out, frowning firmly and trying to make heads or tails of why he didn't just leave. <br><br> "I'm sorry, dear. It...is time for school, so you should start getting ready." I rolled my eyes, tossing the sheets back to teach him a lesson for barging in like this. He didn't check to see if I was naked? He was going to see me naked. "And that's not all." <br><br><br> He had turned, looking out the window and trying to give me privacy. "Um. Okay." I stood there, hands on my hips, <<linkexpand "establishing dominance in a very weird way.">> establishing dominance in a very weird way. <br><br><br> "<<print $CC.MName>> is gone." <br><br> I shrugged, feeling my body jiggle in response to the sudden and quick movement, "Yeah. And?" <br><br> He sighed, "I didn't even know she was going. The night of Prom...she just...left. I haven't been able to contact her." There was an edge to how he spoke, as if he was being very careful. <br><br><br> I felt very naked. The pause elongated and he uncomfortably exited the room, taking my silence for an end to the conversation, everything he had intended to say, said. As I got ready for school, my mind returned time and again to that selfie I had taken the other night. Had that been why she had reacted so weirdly? Is that why she left? <br><br> I tried to keep my mind on school for the rest of the week. And then, Friday landed <<linkexpand "another blow">> another blow. <br><br><br> "We're really sorry--" the man spoke. He wore a suit. <br><br> "Did you want to sit--" <<print $CC.DName>> tried make things normal. I had literally just walked in the door from school to find them both together at the dining room table. <br><br> "Who are you?" I didn't sit. <br><br> "So, you...shouldn't be finding out like this. We were hoping it could wait, at least until graduation..." <<print $CC.DName>> waved the suit off before he could interject, "We were trying to protect you." He looked ashamed, eyes dropped and giving the suit a sign he could speak. <br><br><br> I dropped my backpack unceremoniously, trying to beat back the work my brain was doing to tie up all these loose ends and vagueness. "Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>. My name is Nate. I'm an Officer with the US Government and, this might come as a shock to you, but your mother's Case Officer. No, she wasn't on probation or anything like that..." he brushed away the assumption. <br><br> He continued, <<print $CC.DName>> remained, cowed and practically praying at the table, present but quiet. <br><br> And that was how I learned that my Mom, a woman who'd been entirely out of my life had just crashed back in -- <<linkexpand "and wasn't //still// wasn't even here.">> and wasn't //still// wasn't even here. <br><br><br> Her name was Elle. She was an 'asset' and that was the reason that she hadn't been a part of my life. Instead, she had been working abroad. And, oh this was the best, they had lost touch with her. <br><br> /* TODO: CSS/HTML widget for agency members business cards */ He apologized again, gave me a card for me to contact him if needed and had assured me that he wasn't just Elle's Case Officer, but also my Minder. A kind of bodyguard for me. <br><br><br> When he left, I was absolutely frazzled and even more enraged. <br><br> First, why was I being told this? Did that mean they thought she was dead? In what way did any of this affect me -- ''except'' by telling me?! Second, why had this been kept from me? <<print $CC.DName>> knew. Third and most importantly: what was I supposed to do with any of this? <br><br> And of course, I had been sworn to secrecy. National security and whatnot. I got a chuckle out of thinking of being tried for treason simply for sharing this with the Boys. <br><br> My life had exploded. <br><br><br> Timing was unkind -- giving me no time to process or react -- I had to take [[Finals|HS010 - Finals]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit>> <div id = "finals"> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 1>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value lt 4 && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 1>> Fuck. School was hard. And with everything going on, I was having a really hard time staying focused. I had never really spent too much time or effort on my classes anyway and it felt like life was pulling me away, pointing out how unimportant it was -- that I //should// be giving my counselors and teachers the finger. <<crossroads #finals>> <<path>> So there was calling it quits. Who needed to graduate anyway? <<contents>> <<set $CC.age -= 2>><<set $CC.year += 2>> <<set $HS.dropOut = true>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value -->> Yeah. No way, with the world screaming at me like this, was I going to go through the torture of actually taking exams and have them tell me what I already knew: not a student, not gonna be a student. I'm outta here. <br><br> It was a weird thing to do. Just...do nothing. Don't show up. Ignore the calls and avoid <<print $CC.DName>>. And then, it just ceased to be a thing. <br><br> The Boys and <<print $CC.FName>> thought I was crazy and being incredibly irresponsible. Maybe I was. Maybe I was blowing up my life irreparably. But that felt like it had already happened //to// me. It was time to take control and [[this|HS010 - Horizon]] is how I was doing it. <br><br> <<path>> Or I could actually try. <<contents>> <<set $HS.testScore += $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> Cramming took on a whole other meaning. My brain couldn't focus on the last-minute sessions just dumping information and notes into my short-term before a test. Instead, I was cramming down the thoughts, confusion and emotions bubbling up inside of me. <br><br> I'm certain it didn't help my testing ability -- the internal commotion, lack of focus, and nothing sticking in my brain that hadn't already been there. <br><br> I bent over my blue books and tests, disassociating mid-essay, blobs of wetness discoloring my Scan-tron and making it hard to decipher what I had filled in with a pencil rather than tears. My pride was protected with everyone in their own world and looking around was asking to be called a cheater. Our teachers were bored, proctoring hour after hour and being unable to do anything in the near-silent classrooms. <br><br> More than half the time, I just tossed my stack of papers onto the front desk as soon as we were allowed, wanting to just escape. <br><br> The series of tortures eventually came to a close and the grades were posted. <<linkexpand "At least now was //some// relief.">> <<include "HS010 - Scores">> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Or...I could get the grades somehow, anyhow. <<contents>> Or...I could get the grades somehow, anyhow. <<crossroads #finals>> <<path>> I could always cheat? <<contents>> <<set $HS.testScore += $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> Cramming was //not// interesting to me. I looked around at all those 'studient' types and thought to myself...why not get one of them to do it? I knew which kids I could pressure or buy my way to some answers, and which other ones to sit near and get a few glances over at their work. <br><br> Still, it sucked to have to actually take the damn things. Even having the answers ahead of time on a good portion of this stuff, my brain kept wandering because of my internal commotion. <br><br> I bent over my blue books and tests, finding myself dissociating mid-essay (ugh, can't cheat your way through //them//), blobs of wetness discoloring my Scan-tron and making it hard to decipher what I had filled in with pencil rather than tears. I think that my emotionality helped me get away with it though. The teachers didn't want to accuse the 'girl going through a lot' of cheating. <br><br> But eventually, these series of tortures came to a close and the grades were posted. <<linkexpand "At least now was //some// relief.">> <<include "HS010 - Scores">> <</linkexpand>> <<path $bodies.find(body => body.schoolHelp)>> Or because of who'd been getting some from me, I could get some...help from them. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have a sexual history with someone with that power. <<contents>> <<set $HS.testScore += $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> Guess it did pay to fuck people in places of power. Leaning into the guilt that they felt, the risk that they had taken by getting with me...and then the offer of more in repayment? It was easy to get some insight on the upcoming exams. <br><br> Still, it sucked to have to actually take the damn things. Even having the answers ahead of time on a good portion of this stuff, my brain kept wandering because of my internal commotion. <br><br> I bent over my blue books and tests, finding myself dissociating mid-essay (ugh, can't cheat your way through //them//), blobs of wetness discoloring my Scan-tron and making it hard to decipher what I had filled in with pencil rather than tears. I think that my emotionality helped me get away with it though. The teachers didn't want to accuse the 'girl going through a lot' of cheating. <br><br> But eventually, these series of tortures came to a close and the grades were posted. <<linkexpand "At least now was //some// relief.">> <<include "HS010 - Scores">> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> <<else>> Fuck. School was hard. And with everything going on, I was having a really hard time staying focused. I had been really trying my best over the years, but life felt like it was pulling me away, pointing out how unimportant it was. <<crossroads #finals>> <<path>> So there was calling it quits. Who needed to graduate anyway? <<contents>> <<set $CC.age -= 2>><<set $CC.year += 2>> <<set $HS.dropOut = true>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value -->> Yeah. No way, with the world screaming at me like this, was I going to go through the torture of actually taking exams and have them tell me what I already knew: not a student, not gonna be a student. I'm outta here. <br><br> It was a weird thing to do. Just...do nothing. Don't show up. Ignore the calls and avoid <<print $CC.DName>>. And then, it just ceased to be a thing. <br><br> The Boys and <<print $CC.FName>> thought I was crazy and being incredibly irresponsible. Maybe I was. Maybe I was blowing up my life irreparably. But that felt like it had already happened //to// me. It was time to take control and [[this|HS010 - Horizon]] is how I was doing it. <br><br> <<path>> Or I could actually try. <<contents>> <<set $HS.testScore += $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> Cramming took on a whole other meaning. My brain couldn't focus on the last-minute sessions just dumping information and notes into my short-term before a test. Instead, I was cramming down the thoughts, confusion and emotions bubbling up inside of me. <br><br> I'm certain it didn't help my testing ability -- the internal commotion, lack of focus, and nothing sticking in my brain that hadn't already been there. <br><br> I bent over my blue books and tests, disassociating mid-essay, blobs of wetness discoloring my Scan-tron and making it hard to decipher what I had filled in with a pencil rather than tears. My pride was protected with everyone in their own world and looking around was asking to be called a cheater. Our teachers were bored, proctoring hour after hour and being unable to do anything in the near-silent classrooms. <br><br> More than half the time, I just tossed my stack of papers onto the front desk as soon as we were allowed, wanting to just escape. <br><br> The series of tortures eventually came to a close and the grades were posted. <<linkexpand "At least now was //some// relief.">> <<include "HS010 - Scores">> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $HS.testScore += $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> Fuck. School was hard. And with everything going on, I was having a really hard time staying focused. I had been really trying my best over the years, but life felt like it was pulling me away, trying to say that school didn't matter. But I knew better. That was just life and circumstances. I knew I had to just dig in and focus on doing well during finals. <br><br> Cramming took on a whole other meaning. My brain couldn't focus on the last-minute sessions just dumping information and notes into my short-term before a test. Instead, I was cramming down the thoughts, confusion and emotions bubbling up inside of me. <br><br> I'm certain it didn't help my testing ability -- the internal commotion, lack of focus, and nothing sticking in my brain that hadn't already been there. <br><br> I bent over my blue books and tests, disassociating mid-essay, blobs of wetness discoloring my Scan-tron and making it hard to decipher what I had filled in with a pencil rather than tears. My pride was protected with everyone in their own world and looking around was asking to be called a cheater. Our teachers were bored, proctoring hour after hour and being unable to do anything in the near-silent classrooms. <br><br> More than half the time, I just tossed my stack of papers onto the front desk as soon as we were allowed, wanting to just escape. <br><br> The series of tortures eventually came to a close and the grades were posted. <<linkexpand "At least now was //some// relief.">> <<include "HS010 - Scores">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* TODO Mira - Here's an interesting one. Some options are only available based on an earlier check of Test Scores, so flagging them would only show to those who hit the metric, whereas we'd want to tell players who DIDN'T hit the TestScores what they missed out on */ At least there was //some// relief. <br><br><br> <div id ="early"> <<if $HS.testScore gte 7>> /* TODO: crossroads */ Despite everything, I had ''crushed'' it. GPA essentially //perfect//. <br><br> Shit, with grades like that, I could get my diploma <<if $EarlyGrad == true>> <<link "earlier than early">> <<replace "#early">> <<set $CC.age -= 2>><<set $CC.year += 2>> Even still, with such a stupendous result from my scholastic career...there was still something looming on the horizon that would be no easier simply because of my stellar marks. <br><br> It was insane, at //my// age, to be having to make a life-altering decision like this. There's something to be said for mental versus emotional maturity and it's time, not your grades in school for the latter. <br><br> Still. I made the choices I made and that led to...yet another choice... <br><br> <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <</replace>> <</link>> <<else>> <<link "graduate early.">> <<replace "#early">> <<set $CC.age -->><<set $CC.year ++>> Even still, with such a stupendous result from my scholastic career...there was still something looming on the horizon that would be no easier simply because of my stellar marks. <br><br> It was insane, at //my// age, to be having to make a life-altering decision like this. There's something to be said for mental versus emotional maturity and it's time, not your grades in school for the latter. <br><br> Still. I made the choices I made and that led to...yet another choice... <br><br> <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> <br><br> Or... <br><br> Just take the easy route and stay in school, to <<link "enjoy">> <<replace "#early">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> the rest of the time in school with my foot ''off'' the pedal. <br><br> And so, a decision loomed, imposing and frightening on the horizon. <br><br> <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <</replace>> <</link>> the rest of the time with no pressure. <br><br> <<elseif $HS.testScore gte 1>> <<if $HS.testScore gte 5>> Wow. Despite everything...just a single B. Ugh, even looking at it hurt -- I knew it was emblematic of everything going on, not my ability. <br><br><br> <<elseif $HS.testScore gte 3>> Call me Bell Curve <<print $CC.name>>. B's and C's. <br><br><br> <<else>> Oof. Barely. //Barely// squeaked by. But D is for diploma, right? <br><br><br> <</if>> And so, a decision loomed, imposing and frightening on the horizon... <br><br> <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value -->> Well...not everybody had to pass. Right? <br><br><br> Fuuuuuuuck. I knew I hadn't really focused on school. Or tried. Or been good at it. Or whatever. <br><br> Sure, I had been in the principal's office more often than not. And remedial classes were more of my Summer than anything else. <br><br> <<print $CC.MName>> and <<print $CC.FName>> were constantly breathing down my neck. And disappointed. <br><br> But for all that, for all the 'warnings' and things that at the time had pushed me further away from succeeding at school, seeing those grades and hearing from the counselor what they //actually// meant? <br><br> Fuck. It ''did'' have repurcussions. And I'd face them now. <br><br> Everyone was looking to the horizon for their first real decision. Looming there, imposing and frightening. <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <br><br> <</if>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> I sat on my bed with my phone uncharacteristically off. I looked over the mess of my room: a result of the past couple weeks. I had not been taking care of myself and it showed. The amount of laundry needed to be done was plain as day, there was now a carpet of my discarded clothes. The sheets of my bed had been tugged into place so many times that they no longer could even affect a 'made bed' look anymore. My luggage peeked out at me from the closet. I had pulled them out and put them back at least once every day. <br><br><br> My Mom //disappeared//. Once the disbelief of it passed, processing proceeded to my thoughts that I should do the same. Well, if I was going to do that, I needed to have clothes. <br><br><br> I sighed and pulled myself from the comfort of my bed's cushioning and began picking up my mess. Moving was cathartic -- it felt like forward momentum when everything else had me stalling out. <br><br> With an arm clutch of clothes, I was drawn up short. /* TODO Mira: would be nice to create widget for business cards maybe? @Cassie what would be put there? Cassie response --- I don't see multiple business cards happening in the game. Could be a 'evidence' piece, if anything.*/ Nate's card had appeared from beneath a pair of <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>my underwear<<else>>some guy's boxer shorts I used to sleep in<</if>>...My 'minder'. I wondered if he was watching, //bodyguarding// for me right now. Did he like keep watch in a car down the street? <<linkexpand "Did he have cameras all over my room?">> Did he have cameras all over my room? <br><br><br> The thought raised my hackles. That was frightening. I reached down and picked the thin rectangle up, playing it over in my fingers. It was all too much. <br><br> I tucked Nate's card into my waistband and did the first load of many. I had made my decision. <<if $HS.dropOut == false>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS011 - Graduation][$HS.postGrad = "college"]]>> I wondered if my 'minder' could get me into school. I doubted it. If it was on me, that meant it was ''College application'' time and figure out where I was going to go to ''college''. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose college. <<path [[HS011 - Graduation][$HS.postGrad = "gapyear"]]>> No need to rush to college. Deferred enrollment was a thing. I needed to clear my head, figure out what to do. I needed to get away from home -- maybe...a year? But, ''where should I go''? <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose a gap year. <<path [[HS011 - Graduation]]>> I was done with school. Giving the finger to structure and expectation -- to my ''life'' -- it was time for me to be ''leaving'' on a jet plane. <<path [[HS012 - LifeChoices][$HS.dropOut = true; $CC.age --; $CC.year ++]] $HS.testScore lt 4>> Fuck school. I wouldn't be getting that diploma if I tried, so might as well kick them to the curb //first// and figure out what to do next/instead/for real. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't have low enough test scores. <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS012 - LifeChoices]]>> Fuck school. I wouldn't be getting that diploma if I tried, so might as well kick them to the curb //first// and figure out what to do next/instead/for real. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $HS.acceptance = $HS.testScore>> <<outfit grad>> <<if $sexcount == false>> Shit. I got ahead of myself. Because I skipped Prom Night we didn't get into the nitty gritty of my dirty bits. <br><br><br> Let's do that [[now|HS003 - HSSex]]. <<else>> <<if $CC.virgin == true>> It was the big day. School officially coming to a close and all of us scattering to the wind. Even though there was nothing on the line, there was still a pit in my stomach. /* MIRA TODO : Phone Here */ <<print $CC.friend1>> buzzed on my phone, keeping me from actually figuring out the root cause of my nervousness, "Cap and gown lookin' good?" <br><br> "I won't be late." <br><br> "Not dressed?" Devil face emoji. "Lemme see." Eggplant. <br><br> Wow. That was an escalation from the usual. I wanted to write it off as just a horny teenager but this was <<print $CC.friend1>>, one of my //Boys//. <br><br><br> /* TODO Mira - Here's a place where options appear only based on traits/skills */ <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> I was surprised it had taken this long. I <<link "snapped">><<upper>><</link>> <<link "some">><<bra>><</link>> <<link "escalating">><<panties>><</link>> <<link "nudes">><<panties>><</link>> and playfully sent them back slowly as I got ready and headed over to the school. [[Graduation present|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> I was a little shocked at how it made me feel. I took the compliment I hoped it was and found a <<link "tasteful">><<upper>><<lower>><</link>> way to fulfill the wish. [[Graduation present|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <</if>> <br><br><br> I shut it down immediately, "Gross, dude. [[Deleting|HS011 - Graduation2]]." <<else>> It was the big day. School officially coming to a close and all of us scattering to the wind. Even though there was nothing on the line, there was still a pit in my stomach. /* MIRA TODO : Phone Here */ <<print $CC.vCard>> buzzed on my phone, keeping me from actually figuring out the root cause of my nervousness, "Cap and gown lookin' good?" <br><br> "I won't be late." <br><br> "Not dressed?" Devil face emoji. "Lemme see." Eggplant. <br> <div id="selfie"> <<crossroads #selfie>> <<path>> Fulfill the ''desire''. <<contents>> <br> Not the most convincing argument, but I was feeling <<linkexpand "generous.">> <<outfit naked>> A confident saunter in front of the mirror and I snapped a couple nudes, deciding between them as I ignored insistent follow-up texts. <br><br> <<waiting 3s>> <<timed 3.125s>> Caption...<<shake 1s>>{{{*bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <br> <<next 1.125s>> ...Caption....<<shake 1s>>{{{*bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 1.125s>> <br> ...How to caption this...<<shake 2s>>{{{*bzzt* *bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 2.125s>> <br><br> I could sense the salivating. <<next 1.125s>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS011 - Graduation2]]>> Ahh, the one in the cap: It's hot out. I think I'll go like ''this'' under the gown. <<path [[HS011 - Graduation2]]>> Ahh, the one from the side, showing off: You gonna miss ''this''? <<path [[HS011 - Graduation2]]>> Ahh, the one throwing up deuces: Can't rush me when I'm ''fingering''. <</crossroads>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Leave it on ''read'' <<contents>> Eh, can't reward such a half-assed and horny attempt. <br><br> <<waiting 3s>> <<timed 3.125s>> Punish...<<shake 1s>>{{{*bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 1.125s>> <br> ...Punish....<<shake 1s>>{{{*bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 1.125s>> <br> ...How to punish...<<shake 2s>>{{{*bzzt* *bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 2.125s>> <br><br> It could sense the salivating. <<next 1.125s>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS011 - Graduation2]]>> Ahh, a picture of the gown on the floor by...yeah, those are __not__ my shorts or theirs: Sorry, busy. Hold my ''chair''. <<path [[HS011 - Graduation2]]>> Ahh, send back a dick pic I got sent: You gonna miss ''this'' dick? <<path [[HS011 - Graduation2]]>> Ahh, sun behind me...get a shadow, yeah, cast right over the gown on the bed: Already fading from your ''memory''? <</crossroads>> <</timed>> <</crossroads>> <br> ...Hmm... </div> <</if>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<dollreset>> It was legion, caps and gowns undulating like a sea in the sunlight. Chairs assembled on the freshly cut grass causing our allergies to collectively act up. <br><br><br> Mark -- we'd never really taken to giving respect to our Principal -- made a meandering speech about how important the time was, today was, and our lives would be. The self-aggrandizement was plain as the sweat on our foreheads. <br><br> Then Ava made the valedictorian speech. Well, that bitch got attention and victory again. I wish her well. Here, she was a big fish in a small pond. Out there...the pit from before returned. Fuck. I was scared about the future. Like something was bearing down on me and I had no control over it, and it was coming. <br><br> We crossed the stage, shaking his hand, grabbing our diploma and usually make some sort of 'personal' touch to the few moments crossing from <<linkexpand "staircase to staircase.">> staircase to staircase. <br><br><br> "<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>." My turn. My thighs stuck to the gown that was plastered to the cheap vinyl seat as I pulled myself up. Moving was a welcome relief from the heat and allowed my sweat to do its job. <br><br> The Boys cheered. I smiled at them. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<print $CC.FName>> gave me a wink. <<else>> <<print $CC.vCard>> winked at me. <</if>> <<print $CC.DName>> cheered far too loudly, but I appreciated it, giving a bashful wave to him. <br><br> Then back to my seat. Well. That was...<<linkexpand "underwhelming.">> underwhelming. <br><br><br> That bench post that had been looming in front of us for so long, passed in an instant. Would they all be like that? So easy? So scary? No matter what, we all were [[moving on|HS012 - LifeChoices]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set _SMoptions = { "used it as much as anyone else" : 1 }>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value lt 0>> <<set _SMoptions["kept it to an absolute minimum"] = 0>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> <<set _SMoptions["put my life out there, no matter what I was wearing or how I was feeling"] = 2>> <</if>> <<set _drugoptions = {}>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'partier' || $CC.hsv == 'club'>> <<set _drugoptions["tried everything once, and preferred the way it all made me feel"] = 3>> <<else>> <<set _drugoptions["had tried a few things here or there, when the opportunity felt right"] = 1>> <<set _drugoptions["knew where to get it, to buy it -- I liked having some on hand"] = 2>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value>> <<set _drugoptions["never touched the stuff. I liked being clean and clear"] = 0>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $bodies.length lt 5>> <<set $kinknum = 1>> <<set $num = 1>> <<elseif $bodies.length lt 10>> <<set $kinknum = 2>> <<set $num = 1>> <<elseif $bodies.length lt 20>> <<set $kinknum = 3>> <<set $num = 2>> <<elseif $bodies.length lt 30>> <<set $kinknum = 4>> <<set $num = 3>> <<elseif $bodies.length gte 30>> <<set $kinknum = 5>> <<set $num = 4>> <</if>> <<if $HS.dropOut == true>> I was excited to get a drop on life, while they squirreled away to close out school and 'graduate'...to what? More school? Blech. Gimme the real world any day. <<else>> That was it. The first real line in the sand in my life. No turning and going back to high school. It was frightening, the world was huge. <</if>> <br><br> Growing up nowadays, social media was all around. MySpace and Facebook -- vanguard of it all -- were becoming passé. Kik, TikTok, Insta, Snap, Whisper, it was a veritable cornucopia of ways to connect virtually. <br><br> Personally, I <<cycle "$HS.media" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _SMoptions>><</cycle>>. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "Talk about everywhere...">> Talk about everywhere, even before college, drugs and alcohol were everywhere. It didn't matter if it was just over at a friend's, or a highschool party, or a house party, it was present and on offer. I <<cycle "$HS.addictionLv" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _drugoptions>><</cycle>>. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "Knowing I was going out into the world...">> Knowing I was going out into the world, the reins loosened a bit and more of the responsibility on my shoulders I thought about the choices I had made and how they might affect me going forward, emotionally, financially, however it might weigh on me. <br><br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 0 && $CC.virgin == false>> There wouldn't always be a pharmacy nearby or necessarily cash on hand... <div id="BC"> <<crossroads #BC>> <<path>> But I had to ''stay safe''. <<contents>> <<set $CC.fertile = 0>> <br><br> I wasn't about to let myself get in the 'motherly' way out of stupidity or fear of running out of money. I knew I couldn't trust guys. <<path>> I had learned enough about myself and sex, I ''didn't need the birth control'' anymore. <<contents>> <<set $CC.fertile = 1>> <<set $CC.BC = "">> <br><br> But I was confident that I could handle everything life, guys and sex could throw my way. I got off birth control and felt lighter and clearer because of the decision. <<contentsShared>> <br><br><br> <<include "HS012 - PART - shared">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $CC.fertile == 1 && $CC.virgin == false>> Sex to date had been a minefield. It came out of nowhere most of the time and, man, the feelings in the moment...I had made some really dumb decisions. <br><br> That I had not gotten knocked up so far was a miracle, maybe thanks to some rhythm, thanks to some OTC help, thanks to luck, didn't matter why. I was glad. <div id="noBC"> <<crossroads #noBC>> <<path>> I had proven the decision was good so far, I didn't feel like a change was necessary. Why fix something that ''wasn't broken''? <<contents>> <<set $CC.fertile = 1>> <br><br> Whether I had sperm-killing juices, an iron womb, or some ability to control my ovulation, it didn't matter. I rolled unprotected and I wore it like a badge of honor. <<path>> I...had enough of the sleepless nights, tears and calendar counting. And late night almost texts to guys. I needed to ''get onto something''. <<contents>> <<set $CC.fertile = 0>> <br><br> After looking at all of the options, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>> <<contentsShared>> <br><br><br> <<include "HS012 - PART - shared">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<include "HS012 - PART - shared">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if $CC.virgin == true>> Hadn't had sex to date, so not weighing myself down with extra hormones had been a solid one. Go me. Let's keep on trucking! <br><br> And speaking of that, while I wasn't the only member of the V-club, I wondered if the pressure I had felt in school would mount to be too much to handle. Was I really that much of a weirdo? I had flirted and had my own fun and -- while dates had been fewer and further between, and not too long-lasting -- it wasn't like I hadn't experienced love. <br><br><br> Life was changing, and I soldiered on to the <<if $HS.postGrad == "gapyear">> <<set $CC.age ++>><<set $CC.year -->> [[next big thing|PG001 - Decisions]]. <<elseif $HS.postGrad == "college">> <<set $CC.age += 4>><<set $CC.year -= 4>> [[next big thing|PG001 - Decisions]]. <<else>> [[next big thing|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<linkexpand "And then, finally.">> And then, finally. Fuck, already tears in my eyes, a tightness in my throat and in my stomach. <<print $CC.vCard>> was my first and my constant growing up. But the world was such a huge place and there were so many other people... <div id="firstlove"> <<crossroads #firstlove>> <<path>> I ''ended things'' for certain, this time. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value += 2>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> Walking away from that conversation was easy. Not because dropping the hammer on <<print $CC.vCard>> was easy -- it wasn't. But the way they acted blindsided, that they screamed and wailed...so unattractive. I had made the right choice. On to bigger and better. <br><br><br> They had been a part of making me who I was, and I had learned a lot about my [[sexual self|HS013 - SexLeveling]]. <<path>> I couldn't let them go, we'd see how ''we survived'' the next bumps life threw our way. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value -->> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> So we kept texting and as life changed around us it was comforting. It might not be forever...but it might. <br><br><br> They had been a part of making me who I was, and I had learned a lot about my [[sexual self|HS013 - SexLeveling]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers = ($HS.media * $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value)>> <<if $CC.memories.includes("TeenModel")>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers += 2>> <</if>> <<if $CC.BC == "Pill">> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Pills")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.BC == "Ring">> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Ring")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.age == -1>> <<run $num += 1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push("Tight Pussy")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.age == -2>> <<run $num += 2>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push("Tight Pussy", "Tiny Pussy")>> <</if>> <<sexSkillsSetup 2>> <<intro>> Sex had taught me a couple of things about myself: what I liked and what I knew about my body and its talents. <<kinks>> My brain just happened to be wired in a way where I loved: <<skills>> And experience had taught me about myself that<<if $Stats.SexSkills.length eq 0>> I had<</if>>: <<onDone>> And at the time, I was certain that life had many more opportunities to grow and change. And boy, <<if $HS.postGrad == "gapyear">> <<set $CC.age ++>><<set $CC.year -->> [[was I right|PG001 - Decisions]]. <<elseif $HS.postGrad == "college">> <<set $CC.age += 4>><<set $CC.year -= 4>> [[was I right|PG001 - Decisions]]. <<else>> [[was I right|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. <</if>> <</sexSkillsSetup>> <</nobr>> What is the Home Base? - List of 'missions'/'vignettes'/'events' that have variable gates to access them. - Return here after each path. - Ideally, each release would have a new set of these paths added to the catalog and each release would allow players to move one more 'home base' page further. - I'm sure we would create a unique design here to distinguish homeBase from standard CrossRoads. - Each release will have a certain number of 'days' allowed and each of those arcs will take up an amount of days to accomplish. - Once Days = X, they hit EXIT This example shows 5 missions with various criteria to be available. The number of the mission is equal to the amount of time is spent during it. If Days = 15, EXIT. Times visited Base: <<= $HomeBase.visits>> Days Past: <<= $HomeBase.days>> /* Using crossroads for now to rough draft the homeBase out. */ <div id="HomeBase"> <<crossroads>> <<path [[Mission 1]]>> <<hover>> Mission 1 <<tip>> Easy, always available mission. Get it done. <</hover>> <<path [[Mission 2]] $HomeBase.Mission1Cleared>> <<hover>> Mission 2 <<tip>> Only possible after completing 1st. <</hover>> <<blocked>> Complete Mission 1 first. <<path [[Mission 3]] $HomeBase.days lt 3>> Mission 3 <<blocked>> Only available before Day 3. <<path [[Mission 4]] $HomeBase.visits gte 5>> Mission 4 <<blocked>> Need to visit Base 5 times. <<path [[Mission 5]] $HomeBase.days gte 10>> Mission 5 <<blocked>> Only possible after Day 10 <</crossroads>> </div> <<done>> <<if $HomeBase.days gte 15>> <<replace #HomeBase>> Your time is up Agent. [[Keep it moving|EXIT]] <</replace>> <</if>> <</done>> /* These missions really are whole arcs that would be their own seperate files. */ First mission! [[Return to base|HomeBase][$HomeBase.Mission1Cleared = true; $HomeBase.visits++; $HomeBase.days += 1]] Second mission! Only possible after completing 1st. [[Return to base|HomeBase][$HomeBase.visits++; $HomeBase.days += 2]] Third mission! Only available before Day 3. [[Return to base|HomeBase][$HomeBase.visits++; $HomeBase.days += 3]] Fourth mission! Only possible after the 5th visit to the Base. [[Return to base|HomeBase][$HomeBase.visits++; $HomeBase.days += 4]] Fifth Mission! Only possible after Day 10. [[Return to base|HomeBase][$HomeBase.visits++; $HomeBase.days += 5]]<<nobr>> <<set _colours = {}>> <<set _colours['blonde'] = 'blonde'>> <<set _colours['brunette'] = 'brown'>> <<set _colours['redhead'] = 'red'>> <<set _colours['raven-haired'] = 'black'>> <<set _colours['pink'] = 'pink'>> <<set _colours['blue'] = 'blue'>> <<set _colours['green'] = 'green'>> <<set _styles = {}>> <<set _styles['wavy'] = 'wavy'>> <<set _styles['curly'] = 'curly'>> <<set _styles['straight'] = 'straight'>> <<set _styles['bald'] = ''>> <<set _initialColor = $Body.hair>> <<set _initialStyle = $Body.style>> <<if passage() is "Hair Salon">> /* Show only if standalone visit */ Welcome to the hair salon! <br><br> <</if>> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand"> <div> <<Doll portrait salon>> </div> <div> <p>Hair colors</p> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand"> <<for _key, _value range _colours>> <<capture _value>> <<button _key>> <<set $Body.hair = _value>> <<run Doll.refresh('salon', 'portrait')>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> <p>Hair styles</p> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand"> <<for _key, _value range _styles>> <<capture _value>> <<button _key>> <<set $Body.style = _value>> <<run Doll.refresh('salon', 'portrait')>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> <br><br> <div class="items-grid-expand"> <<button "Apply style">> <<set _initialColor = $Body.hair>> <<set _initialStyle = $Body.style>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> </div> </div> </div> <<if passage() is "Hair Salon">> /* Show only if standalone visit */ <br><br> <<link "Back">> <<if State.history.length gt 2>> <<set _target = State.history[State.history.length - 2].title>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<set $Body.hair = _initialColor>> <<set $Body.style = _initialStyle>> <<run Engine.play(_target)>> <</if>> <</link>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Prologue<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>The PostGrad<</type>></h2> </header> <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<run $num += 1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push("Tight Pussy")>> <<if $CC.age lt 0>> <<run $num += 1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push("Tiny Pussy")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.age lt -1>> <<run $num += 1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push("Crazy-Small Pussy")>> <</if>> <</if>> <<timed 5s t8n>> <<if $HS.postGrad == "college">> /* IMAGE: Shitty College Stock Art */ Advertisements for colleges had become more bountiful than bills and credit card applications in the past year or so. The floor could be carpeted in tear sheets, pamphlets, and stock photos. <br><br> I had no idea there were that many colleges around, let alone which one I wanted to go to. But eventually, I had to take a deep breath and just...throw the dart. <br><br> As I mulled over the decision, I nudged the papers around on my desk. My GPA. My transcript that outlined who I was besides the numbers. My essay. <br><br> <<if ["helper", "church", "volunteer", "sporty", "beach", "cheer", "act", "job", "piano", "gym", "dance", "read"].includes($CC.hsv)>> <<set $HS.acceptance ++>> I was glad to have had 'expand my world view' growing up -- I heard from more than a few of my more studious friends that they had a hard time coming up with content for their essays for their applications. I could only shrug. Mine came easy. I had a different context and was able to flesh out myself beyond just the grades...whatever they might have been. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $CC.memories.includesAny("CheerCaptain", "TwitchOpenWin", "Won Faith and Service Award", "TeenModel", "DistrictsWon", "Signed By a Label", "Opened for Sara Morales")>> <<set $HS.acceptance ++>> Not gonna lie, having had such an outstanding performance, so early in life, //outside// of school was a boon beyond I could have imagined. Just hearing about my accomplishments made people perk up when considering me. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 5>> <<set $HS.acceptance ++>> And I got a little bump from being scouted -- just dicking around by myself on the athletics fields of all places -- for my 'impressive athleticism'. I'm not sure I wanted to pursue collegiate sports, but if it was an in...I wasn't going to argue. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 1>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 3>> <<set $HS.acceptance ++>> I couldn't help but smile looking over my entrance essay. I had found a compelling story to set me out from the pack -- whether or not the content was entirely, //exactly// true, it read like it was. <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <div id="college"> <<crossroads #college>> <<path>> It was either a decision to go for a safe option: nearby //State School//. <<contents>> <<set $HS.college = 2>> <br><br> I'd rather be safe than sorry, so I tossed some applications to the cheaper and nearby institutions -- now don't turn your nose up, we had some highly competitive colleges in state. <br><br> <<if $HS.acceptance gt 6>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <<run $CC.memories.push("Elite College Student")>> Scholarships and acceptance letters abounded. I was overwhelmed by choice and opportunity. After careful deliberation and weighing the options -- cost versus benefit, quite literally -- <<print $CC.DName>> and I finalized a selection an institution that actually competed with some of the Ivy Leagues when it came to [[prestige|PG002 - Summer Vignette]]. <<elseif $HS.acceptance gt 3>> <<run $CC.memories.push("State School Student")>> There were surprisingly quite a few schools that were keen on my entry and after some debate, <<print $CC.DName>> and I selected one of the better options. Quite a large class size, but it was a tried and true [[option|PG002 - Summer Vignette]]. <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<run $CC.memories.push("Feeder School Student")>> I had not expected to be so deflated when all the rejections from other kid's 'safety schools' came back in. It was a close call in avoiding just some vocational, community or technical college, but the school I would be attending was a glorified feeder to the larger state [[institutions|PG002 - Summer Vignette]]. <</if>> <<path>> Lean into my scores and ability to write a good essay and try for one of the //top schools// in the country. <<contents>> <br><br> The pressure on the whole process -- especially when you started to look at the numbers and chances -- was close to debilitating. There were so many competing opinions, and once the applications went out, there was this haze of listlessness. Like you were waiting for your life to happen to you. And then kids started wearing college sweatshirts and I began to envy those that had gone for the easier options, just to know sooner. <br><br> And it wasn't simply: would I get in or not, and where, but the knock-on effects that whatever happened here on out through my eventual graduation could have life-altering effects. It was enough to make you want to burn the whole system down. Fuck the hamster wheel. <br><br> Oh. There was something in the mail. For me. <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>>The butterflies were intense.<<else>>I don't think my stomach could have sunk any lower.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $HS.acceptance gt 8>> <<set $HS.college = 1>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value += 2>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<run $CC.memories.push("Ivy League Student")>> Holy fucking shit. I don't think I'd been as excited or impressed with myself at any other point in my life. I had done it. I'd be attending not just college -- which was a dream for so many -- but one of the best ones available. It took me a week to shake the grin off my face. And the chip on my shoulder I don't think ever [[fell off|PG002 - Summer Vignette]]. Even with what I eventually endured. <<elseif $HS.acceptance gt 3>> <<set $HS.college = 2>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<run $CC.memories.push("State School Student")>> The letter was kind, if not short, but I would not be attending one of the best schools in the country. I was not in the top percent and I had no idea how close or far I had been from making it in. Luckily, I had a backup and would be attending one of the better state schools. Thank god for having some sort of [[forethought|PG002 - Summer Vignette]]. <<else>> <<set $HS.college = 0>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -= 2>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> The tiny slip in the mail could hardly be called an envelope. I knew my answer as soon as I saw it. I was absolutely crushed. I don't think I opened it for days. It became a scramble for some other option, but the windows had passed. Icarus was <<print $CC.name>> and my wings had melted. <<crossroads>> <<path [[PG001 - Decisions][$HS.postGrad = "gapyear"]]>> It was either take the loss on the chin and try again after a Gap Year... <<path [[ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]>> ...or fuck it all and just reconsider everything. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> /* gap year arc */ /* IMAGE: Travel Pamphlets */ While everyone else was preoccupied by waiting for paper in the mail and showing off the school merch as a subtle (not so subtle) social stratification, I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do that would actually matter. To me, to my life, to give me some perspective before I made one of their choices. I needed the time away, I needed space and myself and entering the rat race just seemed recipe for an emotional disaster. <br><br> It became clear that there were actually plenty of options and that, in some ways, made deciding more difficult. <<crossroads>> <<path [[PG002 - Summer Vignette][$HS.gapYear = 3; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++]]>> I could volunteer with a Peace Corps-like organization with tribes in Africa; <<path [[PG002 - Summer Vignette][$HS.gapYear = 1; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++; $CC.wealth --]]>> Go super retro and attend one of the last remaining Finishing Schools. It wasn't cheap, but <<print $CC.DName>> assured me, if it was what I wanted to do, we'd find the funds. <<path [[PG002 - Summer Vignette][$HS.gapYear = 2; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value --]]>> Or just backpack through Europe; <</crossroads>> <br> /* TODO remove when all WIP paths are introduced */ <<hint>> Following paths are currently in development. <ul> <li>//There was always getting an internship; //</li> <li>//Diving into being a glorified babysitter and try the Au Pair thing; //</li> </ul> Our patrons can participate in promoting development of new content or participating in choosing what gets introduced next! <</hint>> <</if>> <</timed>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Summer neighborhood */ <<if $HS.gapYear == 1>> He hadn't lied. He put together the money that was needed for the school in the Alps, but I felt the ripples -- we were scrimping more. One luxury traded for many. <</if>> With all the decisions behind me, I spent the summer trying to retain as much normalcy as possible. The week of graduation was just some figment of my imagination and everything was just like the past half dozen years. <br><br> I hung out with <<print $CC.FName>> on the reg -- she was off to some party school in the southeast. I chilled with the Boys, even though those moments became more awkward and melancholy. Like it was the end of an era. And despite all of the effort to ignore the impending changes to our lives, to our status quo...our 'final' hangout arrived without pomp. Simply dropped in our laps, unavoidable as we kept everything as low-key as possible. As if the more mundane the day was, the less likely it'd be that I'd be <<linkexpand "heading out tomorrow.">> heading out tomorrow. <br><br><br> <<if $HS.college == 0>> "So, like, tell me again why you're playing keep away with the rest of your life?" It was a common refrain from Ethan, but I could feel a little twitch out of everyone because of the silent portent of the day. <br><br> "Because you don't //have// to go to college right away." I hadn't given any of them context on recent drama, which had saved me from that pain while presenting ribbing practically on a daily basis, but it also meant there was no reprieve from his chiding. <br><br> <<if $HS.gapYear == 1>> "My bad. Everyone goes to sleepaway camp as adults." <<elseif $HS.gapYear == 2>> "My bad. I forgot that years abroad are super un-fun if they're done while you're in school." <<else>> "My bad. I'm an awful person because I don't want to spend the best years of my life in the sweltering heat of some third-world, war-torn nation." <</if>> While it hurt. I understood the underlying emotion -- it felt like the end of an era for all of us. I shrugged, it wasn't his best work and I'd become inured to the annoyance over the months. <br><br> "Maybe she's just scared of parties and sleeping with people." <<print $CC.friend1>> piped in over his shoulder between rounds of Halo. He never had chimed in before, let alone sided with the shithead. Andrew got killed his surprise was so great. <br><br> <<else>> "So, you excited to be the fresh meat, <<print $CC.name>>?" I felt a little twitch out of everyone because Ethan was intoning the change that was so close. <br><br> "Not as excited as you are to have a shot at girls who don't know you." I shot back, giving as good as I got. <br><br> <<if $HS.college == 1>> "She's going to be the only attractive girl for miles where she's going. It's all glasses and armpit hair there." Andrew joked. <<else>> "She's going to have it fuckin' hard, dude. There's //millions// of girls where she's going. Small fish, ''huge'' pond." Andrew reminded of my impending demographics. <</if>> <br><br> "It's still college. She'll get more than her fair share of dick." <<print $CC.friend1>> piped in over his shoulder between rounds of Halo. He had never chimed in before, let alone regarding my sex life. Andrew got killed his surprise was so great. <</if>> <<if $bodies.size gt 10>> I laughed, raising my eyebrows, "We //all// know I'm the __opposite__ of scared to get fucked." <<elseif $bodies.size gt 4>> "Uh. Sorry, but we all know she was far from celibate." Ethan smirked, loving his knowledge of my sexual history. <<else>> "Oh, come on. I'm no prude." I sighed, hating that my sexual history being on par with any of them was something I had to defend. <</if>> <br><br> "Yer just jealous that she's going to get some wherever she goes...and for you, welp, Ethan. Maybe even when you're a Senior and those starry-eyed freshmen are walking around, you still might not have a shot." Ethan's controller went careening at Andrew. <br><br> "Y'all have sex on the mind." I laughed and rolled my eyes. <br><br> "You don't?" <<print $CC.friend1>> frowned at me, incredulous. I chuckled and shrugged. "How accurate you think those movies and tv shows are?" He scooted closer to me, revealing a curiosity I hadn't noticed before. "Just a lot of parties full of orgies?" <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "I laughed and mussed his hair a little...">> I laughed and mussed his hair a little. <br><br><br> "I'm sure there'll be plenty of parties for you, bud." <br><br> "Speaking of..." Ethan leaned back, digging in his pockets with a broad smile. A broader blunt popped out, "How's about we have a going away party." The air deflated. Cat was out of the bag and no turning back, but there was an element to sending The Boys off in style that had a certain ring to it. <div id="smokeup"> <br> <<crossroads #smokeup>> <<path $HS.addictionLv gt 0>> I could taste the paper and weed on my tongue simply seeing it out. ''I waved Ethan over''. Eh. Why not. <<contents>> <br><br> I got comfortable as Ethan lit the joint in between my lips, not caring that I was in a skirt and just letting Andrew get a full view because I was focused on getting my [[smoke on|PG002 - BoysSex][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value --]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>> Go out with a ''bang''. <<contents>> <br><br> Ethan joined me and <<print $CC.friend1>> on the couch and I took the inaugural hit. I coughed hard as it entered my lungs and they laughed at me, but Andrew didn't seem to mind the coughing fit that spread my thighs and the view [[he received|PG002 - BoysSex][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value --]]. <<path>> "Nah, guys. I'll ''just listen'' to y'all sound like idiots." <<contents>> <br><br> And so I laughed my ass off for the rest of the afternoon as they pontificated on their future sexual encounters: who'd accidentally knock someone up, who'd catch something, who'd come back married. They were idiots. But they were my idiots. And I'd [[miss them|PG003 - HomeVign4][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>>/* TODO Mira - here's another example where some choices are pre-gated by skills/traits */ <<nobr>> And fuck did it hit hard. I groaned out and Ethan nodded in agreement, "Got the good shit for today." He patted my thigh and I ignored his hand on my bare skin as he gave me a little nudge of his shoulder, "Hit it again." And so I did. <br><br> They all encouraged me to get two in for each one I passed and soon I was absolutely floating. <br><br> It neared a roach and I was leaning against <<print $CC.friend1>> as I blew out the dregs and offered the hot end of the blunt to him with a hazy and big grin. <br><br> He turned and we were mouth to mouth. I kinda melted. My body was craving affection, touch, care. <br><br> <div id ="makeout"> <<set $PG.boysSex = true>> I could... <<crossroads #makeout>> <<path>> ''Make out''... <<contents>> <br> I started making out with him. <br><br><br> I wasn't paying attention to the room but I bet it was awkward as we were grabbing at each other with our tongues down each other's throats. I'm pretty sure he broke the kiss first, there were tears in his eyes. It was then that I read the room. Andrew was shocked. Ethan was rock hard and his eyes were devouring me. <br><br> "Uh, wow. I'll take one of those goodbyes." I could practically feel the heat coming off of him and the tension in his voice. <br><br> <div id="escalate"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<crossroads #escalate>> <<path>> Part of me said sure... <<contents>> I don't know what came over me, but he saw some look in my eyes and we were making out next. His hand pulled mine to his rock hard cock through his shorts while his other started to slide up my stomach to go under my top. <br><br> //Fuck//. He was really pushing things. <div id="sexy"> <<crossroads #sexy>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> And it was turning me on... <<blocked>> $CC.name is more stable than she is excitable. <<contents>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> I scooted closer, his hand pushing up to my chest with the shifting of position. I grunted into his mouth as my hand squeezed on his cock and he grunted back. I was confused as I felt a third hand on my thigh, pulling them open but my brain was occupied so it took me a few moments to realize that <<print $CC.friend1>> was the one fingering me all of a sudden. <br><br> <<shake 2s>>Ohhh.<</shake>> That felt good. <div id="sex"> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>> <<crossroads #sex>> <<path>> Release right now would be great... <<contents>> <br><br> My free hand reached over to Andrew -- it was getting to be like a game of Twister on the beat up couch -- and I started working open his shorts. Ethan was pushing my hand away so he could open his own. My underwear was being pulled down my legs and I spread my thighs eagerly. <br><br> Ethan didn't so much as stop kissing me as break the kiss with a firm push down on my head. And then I was sucking his cock. I lost the game of Twister but Andrew seemed content to finish getting himself out as I moved down onto my knees on the floor, head held and making me continue sucking as I moved. <br><br> I looked up at him and saw the triumph and long-term desire in his eyes and thanks to <<print $CC.friend1>> diving in to my pussy, my brain went: "Yes." And my head pushed down deeper, rewarding Ethan for <<print $CC.friend1>>'s tongue. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> Ethan's head dropped back against the couch cushion as he grunted loudly. I wondered what Andrew was doing and a quick look over, he was sitting there, jacking himself slowly and watching. "Cu-cumming." Came Ethan. And then he did. A surprisingly copious amount of slimy jism pumped again and again into my mouth. I held still, giggling proudly at how fast I got him off, feeling his hand grabbing at my hair while his semen collected in my mouth. <br><br> "Fuck. You're //that// good?" Andrew chuckled. So did Ethan as he shuddered and nodded, finally done with the monster load that nearly was choking me. He pulled my head up firmly. <br><br> "Show me." He panted. I opened my mouth, feeling Andrew shifting over for his turn as Ethan grinned at the view and then patted my cheek with his free hand, "Swallow. Good girl." I was still gulping down the viscousness as he was putting my mouth on Andrew. <<else>> Ethan watched me intently, applying pressure and guiding my movements. I wondered what Andrew was doing and a quick look over, he was sitting there, jacking himself slowly as he watched. <br><br> "I got first." Announced Ethan and suddenly I wasn't being eaten out anymore. "Bullshit." "Throw you for it." "Fine." Ethan's hand keeping me out of the conversation easily. His chubby belly pushed up against my nose ridge and forehead as he leaned in to RPS above me. "Fine. Seconds." And he pulled my head up firmly and guided me to Andrew. <</if>> <br><br> <<include "PG002 - BoysSex_Fertile">> <<path>> ...but not smart. <<contents>> <br><br> I grabbed the hand and pulled it from between my thighs, sliding forward and off the couch. This had gotten out of control. I didn't know how to leave now, but I had to. So, I didn't make eye contact or say a word, just corrected my clothing as I grabbed my bag and [[left|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <</crossroads>> <<else>> <br><br> Release right now would be...great. But not <<link "smart">><<replace "#sex" t8n>> <br><br> I grabbed the hand and pulled it from between my thighs, sliding forward and off the couch. This had gotten out of control. I didn't know how to leave now, but I had to. So, I didn't make eye contact or say a word, just corrected my clothing as I grabbed my bag and [[left|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> </div> <<path>> ...this is crazy! <<contents>> <br><br> "Whoah, whoah, whoah. Fuck. Heh, uh. Awkward. Okay. Going now." I could feel the disappointment and frustration bubbling inside him, so I moved off the couch quickly. <br><br> "Kay. Hug?" They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. "Enjoy college if I don't see you first." <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, "Be safe." <br><br><br> A last hug for him. "I [[will|PG003 - HomeVign4]]." <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> ...the rest was reasonable. <<contents>> <br><br> "Ha, ha. Funny." I rolled my eyes. Andrew did too. I leaned over and gave him light one on the cheek, which he //tried// to accidentally get on my mouth. Then I quickly leaned over and did the same for Andrew before getting up. <br><br> "Kay. Hug?" They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. "Enjoy college if I don't see you first." <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, "Be safe." <br><br><br> A last hug for him. "I [[will|PG003 - HomeVign4]]." <</crossroads>> <<else>> "Kay. Hug?" They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. "Enjoy college if I don't see you first." <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, "Be safe." <br><br><br> A last hug for him. "I [[will|PG003 - HomeVign4]]." <</if>> </div> <<path>> ...gross. These are my //friends//. <<contents>> <br> "I'll take one of those, too." Laughed Ethan. I rolled my eyes and gave him light kiss, which he //tried// to accidentally get on my mouth. Then I quickly leaned over and did the same for Andrew before getting up. <br><br> "Kay. Hug?" They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. "Enjoy college if I don't see you first." <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, "Be safe." <br><br><br> A last hug for him. "I [[will|PG003 - HomeVign4]]." <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> "You got some fucking condoms, right?" I panted out while licking slowly at Andrew's engorged meat. <br><br> "Uh. No. You're not...?" I shook my head, Ethan sighed. "<<print $CC.friend1>>?" <br><br> "You want me to go //inside// right now? Just grab some condoms in front of my ''Mom''?" <br><br> "There's pullout game..." chuckled Ethan. <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>> <<if !visited("HS008 - PromNightSex")>> <<set _friend1Title = $CC.friend1 + ", garage goodbye.">> <<addBody $CC.friend1 M _friend1Title>> <</if>> <br><br> I didn't respond, starting to actually suck on Andrew's hot dick, hips rising as an offer to <<print $CC.friend1>>. He was inside me before I knew it. <br><br> It's hard to suck a cock when you're being fucked at the same time. Hadn't really thought about it until that moment, but between the sensation of being stuffed, balls smacking against your clit, the push-pull heat and hardness of a bare cock inside you and the momentum of a body crashing against you urgently. It's very hard to concentrate and keep a good rhythm. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> But not too hard for me. Using the force from behind me to push down over Andrew's cock, nose to his pubic hair, lips against the base of his cock. Back and again, about once every couple thrusts. He came in my mouth and throat, gasping out in surprise. And then, thankfully I was breathing, head on Andrew's thighs, looking back and watching <<print $CC.friend1>> holding at my scrunched skirt and pumping vigorously. <<else>> Eventually, I just gave up, holding Andrew's cock and slowly stroking the moist cock as I lay my head on his thighs, looking back and watching <<print $CC.friend1>> holding at my scrunched skirt and pumping vigorously. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> <<set $PG.oops = true>> "Sh-shit. S-sorry." He shook his head as his hips moved erratically a last couple times and then he was cumming inside me. <br><br> I started thinking about if I could swing by a pharmacy or if the airport had Plan B while he was pulling free. I hadn't cum, either. Ugh. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I held a wad of some tissues Andrew handed me between my legs. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> I had a bit more time though, working at my sticky self as I finished off Andrew. We came together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me. <br><br> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I held a wad of some tissues Andrew handed me between my legs. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <<else>> <<addBody Ethan M "Ethan, as a garage goodbye">> I had a bit more time though, working at my sticky self as I sucked on Andrew -- and Ethan was sliding up into my vacant pussy. He wasn't gentle or focused on me, but having him inside me helped me get off. The three of us came together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me and I felt Ethan eagerly driving home rather than giving any thought to his pullout game. I smacked my lips after swallowing Andrew's swimmers, looking back in surprise as another blast of heat fired into me. That I could feel it spoke to the size and viscosity of what had to have been a half-dozen or so shots of spunk, "Jesus." I chuckled, my orgasm and this not being the first mistake made it easy to let him do his thing. Both of the other two Boys copied my impressed reaction too as his fingers dug at my hips and he was finally done. Edging him earlier plus what I knew was really good pussy probably just gave him the longest orgasm of his life and a monster load into me. <br><br> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I held a wad of some tissues Andrew handed me between my legs. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> I nodded and encouraged him, feeling the release that had started all of this building within me. And <<shake 3s>>there<</shake>> it was. When I came down, I felt the cooling stickiness on my ass and lower back. Good. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I wiped myself off with some tissues Andrew handed me. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> <</if>> What a fucking [[goodbye|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <<else>> The cock felt good, but I wasn't going to get there so I dropped my hand between my legs and began to strum...too late. He tugged out, spewing onto my ass and lower back -- good. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I wiped myself off with some tissues Andrew handed me. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> I had a bit more time though, working at myself as I finished off Andrew. We came together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me. <br><br> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I wiped myself off with some tissues Andrew handed me. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <<else>> I had a bit more time though, working at myself as I sucked on Andrew -- and Ethan was sliding up into my vacant pussy. He wasn't gentle or focused on me, but having him inside me helped me get off. The three of us came together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me and I felt Ethan's copious and viscous load spraying against my slit and mound -- close enough I hoped. <br><br> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I wiped myself off with some tissues Andrew handed me. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> "Ha. Right." I sat my ass down on the floor and reached back, nudging <<print $CC.friend1>>'s hand back between my legs as I blew <<link "Andrew">><<replace "#makeout">> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. Each of them had gotten me off -- Andrew was the best and easiest. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* IMAGE: Two guys conversing my the door secretively */ There was an emptiness that I felt as I packed. This was my solo adventure. No family, no friends, just the unknown and myself. <br><br> And then...it was done. I could have procrastinated, pulled everything out and started again, but it wouldn't have delayed anything. My future waited for me. <br><br> I turned away from the bags to let <<print $CC.DName>> know and was surprised to hear voices talking by the front door. Male. I got closer, quietly, trying to pick out words but they were speaking in hushed tones. Was <<print $CC.DName>> trying to surprise me right before I left? <br><br><br> No. It was Nate. Fuck. I leaned against the wall closest to them now that I had placed who it was and listened: <br><br> "I'm sorry. We've heard nothing." <br><br> "She's...gone...black before, right?" <br><br> "Dark. Well, no. Not like this." <br><br> "She's alive, though." There was a pregnant pause that was like a punch to my gut. <br><br> "We're analyzing our options and potential outcomes. I just...wanted to keep you in the loop." <br><br> "And, <<print $CC.name>>?" <br><br> "I..." there was an awkwardness to his response that didn't seem out of protectiveness for me and my mental health. I couldn't quite suss out what was lying underneath, but there was something, "The less she knows for now, the better. Let her do her thing. We'll address it later. We'll see how the situation evolves." <br><br> "Okay. <<if $HS.postGrad == "gapyear">> A //year//, though?" <br><br> "A drop in the bucket on this...project. We'll certainly know more on the other end." <<elseif $HS.postGrad == "college">> //Four// years, though?" <br><br> "She's been on this...project longer than that. We'll certainly know more then. <<else>> <</if>> <br><br><br> Silence. Then the door shut and I heard <<print $CC.DName>> drop into a nearby chair. I made my way back to my room and dropped onto my bed next to my luggage. <br><br> I was going it alone. And there was a part of me that felt like I was abandoning him. Abandoning her. But what could I do? I was just some dumb teen girl and I had a life to lead. What she had done. Where she had gone. Whatever had happened to her was on her. It wasn't my responsibility. <br><br> My responsibility was to myself and my life. I'd probably fuck something up like this with my own family down the line. And then //that// would be my fault. <br><br> In the meantime, I needed to enjoy the distance and forget. Get some perspective and understand myself in the world of a spy-mom that disappeared. Who would I be now, how would I let it affect me and my world? <br><br> So I was resolved: fuck it. She was gone. <br><br><br> And I was <<if $HS.postGrad == "gapyear">> [[off|GY001 - Departure]]. <<elseif $HS.postGrad == "college">> [[off|UN001 - CollegeArr]]. <<else>> [[off|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if ndef $UN>><<set $UN = { rushed: [] }>><</if>> <<if ndef $People.UN>><<set $People.UN = { Roommate: {}, SoroSister: {}, Boyfriend: {} }>><</if>> <header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Prologue<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>The University<</type>></h2> </header> <<timed 5s t8n>> <<image framed "uni.location.png">> <<set $UN.test = $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>><<set $UN.CBC = 0>> It was awkward seeing <<print $CC.DName>> crying as he struggled pulling my bags up the stairs to my Freshman dorm. Yeah, I felt bad 'leaving' him all alone -- talk about empty nest -- but, this was //it//. College. The end all and be all of young life. It was like the pinnacle of everything I had worked for and what I was supposed to be striving for. So what? Just turn around now after all that work and effort? <br><br> <<if $HS.college == 1>> And I had gotten into one of the best fucking schools in the world! <br><br> <</if>> So, I let him cry, tried to shrug it off with a squeeze here, a hug there. And then my roommate showed up, <span class="inline-text-input"><<textbox "$People['UN'].Roommate.name" "Hilary">></span>, "Uh hey, <<print $CC.name>>?" <br><br> My head jerked up. I don't think my smile <<linkexpand "could have been wider.">> could have been wider. <br><br><br> "Uh, yeah! That's me." I raced over from the snotty mess that was the remainder of my parental unit and away from the half-unpacked mess of clothes and 'college essentials' we'd grabbed at Target runs. She was super cute, just your girl next door. Not threatening, but definitely someone who you wanted in your corner. I gave her a hug, because, well why not. <br><br> "So, you left me the shitty bed, yeah?" And the jokes began. <br><br><br> I ushered <<print $CC.DName>> out as quickly as I could manage without hurting his feelings too badly. I let him cry on my shoulder and then returned to my new room, my new roommate, my new life. <br><br> We didn't stop talking, comparing notes on where we'd come from, what we were going to do. We grabbed a late lunch together and then split off to go to our orientation groups, "See ya before we go out, yeah?" <br><br> Well, I guess start college off with a bang. And I definitely ended up with <<linkexpand "one of the better fits as a roommate.">> one of the better fits as a roommate. <br><br><br> We were given these shitty little bags packed with 'swag'. Some Sophomore -- way too eager. Gave strong pick-me vibes -- led my little cluster around the campus. She was cute, bubbly, hair up in a tight bun, and efficiently pointed out where the dorms were for each class, where certain departments held a majority of their classes, the Dining Center, blah blah. She tried to infuse it with excitement and tid-bits, stories and history, but we all really couldn't care less. It was kind of a meat market, eyeing the other newbies down, making a couple initial connections as we meandered campus. Most of the conversation centered over "Where are you headed first tonight?" "Did you hear about..." some frat or other, "has a live band?" Clearly our minds were all on one thing: tonight. And it was fast approaching. <br><br> One of the guys actually had a flask and was pre-gaming already. <br><br><br> Shit. [[Going out already|UN002 - FirstNight]]. Work hard, party hard? At least the latter, that's for sure. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</timed>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> Back in my dorm room, <<= $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I alternated in front of the small bathroom mirror and the full-body on the back of our door. I was happy to be a girl: comfortable wearing little around other women right from the get-go. We got a full beat on while we walked back and forth to our closets in our underwear, chattering idly as we weighed in on what each other should wear. <br><br> The real decision was: dress to impress or dress for comfort. It sounded like everyone was going out and it was starting early and going late. The frats were pulling out all the stops to welcome us, so there'd be no lack of places to go. Both had there merits, I just had to decide which mattered more to me. <div id="dress"> <<crossroads #dress>> <<path>> ''Being hot''? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<outfit club>> <br><br> <<= $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had decided cute //and// comfy. Hm. Clever girl. Showing off cleavage and leg, but sensible footwear. "Alright, hottie..." she looked me over, "Trying to pull some dick your first day?" <br><br> I shrugged with a coy smile, "Whatever. So where we going?" <br><br> "We //should// have a signal or something for that. I mean, our beds are like...three feet apart." <<path>> ''Surviving the gauntlet''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> <br><br> <<= $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had decided cute //and// comfy. Hm. Clever girl. Showing off cleavage and leg, but sensible footwear. "Alright, <<= $CC.name>>..." she looked me over, "Saving slut for another day. Smart. The other girls are going to be dressed like whores." <br><br> I shrugged with a coy smile, "//Exactly//. So where we going?" <br><br> "But. What __if__ you...or I, or I...actually are a slut tonight? We //should// have a signal or something for that. I mean, our beds are like...three feet apart." <<contentsShared>> <br><br> "Sock on the door?" <br><br> "No warning?" <br><br> "We'll figure it out." <br><br> "Fair enough!" She smacked my ass, "Pregame or hit up one of the lower tier frats?" <br><br> "You know the tier list?" I was agog. <br><br> "I did my research." <br><br> "Well, I didn't bring anything to pregame with. What about you?" <br><br> "Truuue...we could see if we could mooch?" <<crossroads>> <<path [[UN002 - FirstNightBadFrat]]>> Never call me a ''mooch'', the frats were stocked for us. <<path [[UN002 - FirstNightHall]]>> I didn't want to risk being a girl in need at the beginning of the night, we could ''scrounge something''. <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> There was no doorman at Kappa Sig, just a couple guys smoking on the stoop and jerking upright when they saw us approaching. "Hey, girls!" It wasn't a seedy smile, it was a surprised and eager smile. <br><br> "Hey, mind if we pre-game with you?" <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> asked, but it was more of a statement. <br><br> "Mi casa es su casa." And with a mock bow, we stepped up and into the dingy main room. <br><br> A couple of their brothers were lounging on a sad couch, scrolling on their phones while sipping beer from a can, "So, uh...no party tonight?" <br><br> One of the cans appeared in my hand, which I gratefully opened. "No, //course// we're throwing a party. It's the first night." Laughed one of the two cigarette bros, I could smell the menthol on his breath. <br><br><br> "Right, but..." <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> inclined her head to the room. Even though there was a beer pong table in the center of the room, it wasn't in use. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>> "So...let's start it!" I pushed menthol boy over towards the table, grabbing the sleeve of Solo cups and tearing it open. "See Mikey, these girls know how to party," said one of the guys on the couch without looking up from his phone. <<else>> If there had been crickets chirping at that moment, it would have been perfect. All of us were standing around, sipping beer, looking at each other uncomfortably until one of the guys on the couch -- without looking up -- said, "Set up some flip cup, Mikey." <br><br> "Oh. Sure!" And he scuffled off, grabbing a sleeve of Solo cups and tearing it open by the table. <</if>> <br><br><br> We arranged a line of Solo cups on either side of the table, popping a couple more cans and filling the row. It was menthol Mikey and me with <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and her partner across from us. Starting the night with...a whimper? <br><br> Hips to the table, looking down at the first cup, and then we were off. Pounding the beer back, settling the lip on the edge of the table and flipping. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 2>> Open throat, swallow, flip. Step over, watch Mikey fumbling and trying to follow suit so that I could just slam the next one. Well, we'd be winning or losing depending on him. At least it seemed like <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and her partner weren't much better. <br><br> I heard a little chuckle from the guy on the couch and he threw me a thumbs up as I waited my turn. I could tell menthol-boy was embarassed, but he was happy enough when I popped the last one and it settled on its end after a tiny spin. <br><br> "Shit. You play a lot?" He gave me five as <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and her guy just drank their cups in defeat. <br><br> "Eh, not really?" I didn't feel the need to play down to avoid insulting him. <<else>> Tip it back, gulp, gulp, set the cup down and flip. Flip. ''Shit''. Flip! Step aside and watch Mikey fumbling just as much as I was -- that was good. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and her partner weren't doing too much better. We went down the line, a little ahead, a little behind and then it was my turn to finish it off opposite my roomie. <br><br> We stood across from each other resetting and flipping and cussing and laughing. It looked like it would be the randomness of physics that...nope. Damn. I shook my head and <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> was congratulated as I sighed and turned back to menthol-boy. <br><br> "Good game. Almost got it." I shrugged, rather unimpressed with a guy who'd been in a frat and wasn't any better than I was at the game. <</if>> <br><br><br> I picked up my beer and got back to drinking with abandon. No need to spend more time here than needed. Just drink, get the night going and get going. <br><br><br> "So, you guys rushing? You strike me as a..." he considered me and <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>, "She's a Kay Kay Gee for sure." He laughed and then to me again. I wondered if that was an insult or what. I checked in with <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and she seemed to consider it more than take it with any deeper meaning. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> "Tri Delt?" "Yeah...maybe." <<else>> "Dee Gee. They're our sister sorority. Be nice to see you around more." Uh...what did //that// mean. <</if>> <br><br> "Well, I haven't decided yet. We'll see...just literally started all this today. But, uh. Thanks for the beers!" I clinked aluminum with Mikey, pounded down the beer and smiled, "Thanks guys! Really appreciate the hospitality!" <br><br> "See you around...oh, what's your name?" <br><br> Yep. Said a lot that he hadn't even asked for my name. I gave him a knowing smile as I was heading out, "<<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "Awesome. See ya, <<print $CC.name>>." Guys are so funny. <br><br><br> We bounced down the front steps about half an hour after showing up, looking down the street as the crowds began to assemble. No disrespect, but I felt that The Boys back home would have fit in with that crew. They seemed to be the smart ones, the good ones //playing// at fraternity. <br><br><br> But, now we had our buzz in brain and were heading towards Beta where the music was already [[pounding|UN002 - FirstNightRager]]. <</nobr>><<nobr>> We wandered the hall, peeking in open doors carefully -- didn't want to intrude and piss someone off the very first day -- looking for anyone that might have been starting the night now. <br><br> Most doors were closed, some girls getting ready, a lot of them on the phone and still in their 'comfy' wear. It looked like our hall would be a bust, so we climbed the stairs and headed up to the guys floor above. <br><br> Heads started peeking out of the doors as we arrived, curious and excited. They all looked like they were ready to go, but for guys that's not saying much, "Uh hey. What's up?" <br><br> I turned suddenly, hearing the guy behind me. "Hey, you uh, pre-gaming?" <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> smiled kindly, moving over towards him. Shit, that was dangerous. Didn't want to give him the wrong idea, even if it was an easy way <<linkexpand "to get what we wanted.">> "to get what we wanted." <br><br><br> "I //can// be." He stepped back, welcoming us into his dorm room. "Ollie, and this is Anand," he motioned to the roommate who was acting like a skittish Chihuahua seeing two girls coming into his bedroom. Ollie patted the bed beside him and <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> dropped down beside him, really pushing that line. <br><br> "So. What you got?" She smiled at him, nonchalant. <br><br> "Hey Anand, go...get some beer." Ollie wanted us alone. <br><br> "I don't have an ID, dude. //You// get them beer." He squeaked. Ugh. This was not going well. <br><br> "Oh, I thought we were going to pre-game." A look and head motion like 'what the fuck' to <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>. We should bounce. This would be frustrating at best, and dumb at worst. <br><br> "We will...__chill__. What's your name?" It was like seeing Alpha and Beta in their wild forms, this room a nice little zoo exhibit of the male attitude. <br><br> <div id="hall"> Welp. <<crossroads #hall>> <<path>> Play ''nice''? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> "<<print $CC.name>>." I dropped onto the bed on the other side of Ollie. <br><br> He patted both our thighs, "I got some weed?" He leaned up to the shelves above his bed to grab a little metal box. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> gave a shrug and little smile to me. Not the pre-gaming I had in mind, but I guess it's the pre-gaming we were going to get. <br><br> "You //can't//. The RA will smell it!" Anand. Classic Beta. He'd have a shitty time this year if he wasn't going to kow tow to Ollie. And starting this soon. I felt bad. <br><br> "Then fuck off." And Anand did. <br><br> Ollie lit the joint and passed it to me, I took a hit and leaned over to <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> to continue the circle. I felt Ollie's hand on my hip, "Shotgun." <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>> "Uh no, dude." I laughed and blew out the smoke. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> giggled awkwardly. I'm not sure what that meant, but I wasn't about to be leaning over this guy and make out with my roommate. Fuckin college fantasy. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> shrugged at Ollie, who was not pleased. "Just gonna mooch then? You can get out." The hand on my hip became a hand on my ass, giving me a firm smack and push. Off his bed. <br><br> It was my first night and it felt a little like Ethan expecting a giant orgy from the get-go. I had at least gotten a hit into my system, so heading out to party wouldn't be sober. <br><br> "Come on." I pulled her after me and didn't deign give Ollie the finger. <br><br><br> He wasn't worth the [[effort|UN002 - FirstNightRager]]. <<else>> "Uh." A little smoke escaped my mouth. My eyes met hers and she shrugged with an awkward giggle. <br><br> And then we were kissing, I blew the smoke into her mouth as our tongues started to play. Because that's really what shotgunning is. I felt him lean back to watch as we formed bridge, mouth-to-mouth over his body. She was a good kisser. Oh shit, she was my roommate. This is going to make things weird. <br><br> I broke the kiss and laughed, giving Ollie the joint. "Heh, that was awesome." <br><br> And so it went, he'd hit it, then give one of us the joint and make a 'do it' motion with his hand. We'd give him a little show as we shared a hit. <br><br> That was not how I imagined beginning my first night out, but eventually I was sufficiently high to roll out of the dorms happy enough, fingers intertwined and over the worry of before as <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I headed out to the frats. I wondered how many people would believe Ollie's story. <br><br><br> Because it was a story, [[obviously|UN002 - FirstNightRager]]. <</if>> <<path>> Blow this "party"! <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> "Let's go." I stepped back towards the door. <br><br> "That's a dumb name." Oh, I had pissed him off. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> sighed, taking my lead and seeing what I saw. <br><br> "Well, next time you should be stocked if you want to have girls stay for a pre-game." <br><br> "Yeah, //Ollie//." Anand. Classic Beta. He'd have a shitty time this year if he wasn't going to kow tow to Ollie. And starting this soon. I felt bad. <br><br> "Sorry, chica." She gave me a hip bump as we left their room. <br><br> "Eh, no worries...maybe we should try the frats." <br><br><br> "Yeah." And so we headed [[out|UN002 - FirstNightBadFrat]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> Beta was one of the premiere frats on campus and you got that sense the moment you showed up. Whether the guy was in a T-shirt or a popped collar, you could smell the money and privilege that he came from. There was an entitlement to their eyes and smugness in their smiles. <br><br> The house was still a dirty, gross piece of shit that was once a beautiful home, uncared for by these selfish drunks over decades. <br><br> But they came to the pretention honestly, I guess, because they had gotten Vanilla Ice to perform...at a frat. I didn't even know the guy was still alive, let alone performing. But the name alone had clout, had history, and, not gonna lie: was cool. <br><br><br> The place was crowded with girls, a few select freshmen guys that were trying to ingratiate themselves with the brothers -- already trying to rush Beta. And then it was the brothers, on the edges of the room, watching all the girls as they drank from solo cups and aluminum cans. It felt like we were all fish in a barrel in a way, lured in by the prospect of a good time and now being circled by the sharks. <br><br> It was fucking loud too -- there was some playlist playing, but with all these voices trying to talk over each other and the concrete walls, my eardrums were already screaming at me. They'd be ringing in the morning. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I laughed awkwardly, long-given up trying to talk to each other and being bumped back and forth as people tried to squeeze by us for another drink or to 'chat' with someone else. <br><br> And then the lights dimmed and a cheer rose. "Nilla. Ice." The chant began, calling for the night to begin in earnest. <br><br><br> It was dark and I felt someone take the opportunity to grab my ass. I tried to smack the perp, but people were too close and I hit some girl. I heard her yell, "Hey!" And look around as confused who her perp was as I was. <br><br> Lights lit the stage and the guy -- looked good for what, fifties or somethin? -- came out on stage, swaggering as if he was our age. People screamed, he lifted the mic and the beat dropped. <br><br> "Yo, VIP...let's kick it." He started with the big one. Wouldn't that just be a big let down? Well, he was the performer. What did I know. <br><br> And, to his credit, it did mean that everyone was going crazy immediately. Screaming the lyrics. Bouncing and swaying. You could feel that everyone was so ready for this release and it was like pulling the cap off a bottle that had been shaken too hard. <br><br> The drinks flowed and I lost myself in the music. And lost <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> before I realized it. Just alone in the crowd as he went into...a rap about the Ninja Turtles? <div id="party"> <<crossroads #party>> <<path>> Keep Rocking the Town? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value -->> <<set $UN.test -->> <br><br> Fuck, even though this song was insane, it was really easy to sing along to. Bouncing with the mass of bodies, we went wild. With <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> nowhere to be found, I was definitely getting more focused attention from the guys -- brothers and not -- because I was a girl, alone and inebriated. And a girl. A girl. <br><br> Hands were at my hips and without a word, we were grinding. Who was he? No clue. Was it a he? Yes. His cock was making that eminently clear. I arched my back, shoulder blades against his chest as we rocked together. Couldn't really see him, pressed close with all of the people, but having somebody with me was nice, but was that the brain-state talking? His hand slid up from my waist to my chin, turning my head and we started to make out. Our pace of dancing slowing down, a more rhythmic and sexual thrusting and reaction of hips as our tongues slowly snaked against each other. <br><br> He tasted like beer. He smelled like cigarettes. Still hadn't even seen his face. But my body was reacting and I knew I needed to make a decision quickly. <div id="party2"> <<crossroads #party2>> <<path>> Let this escalate like I knew it would? <<contents>> <<set $hookupend = true>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<addBody "Random guy while Vanilla Ice played Beta" M>> <br><br> Oh, fuck it. My hand dropped behind me and gave his cock a squeeze, he immediately tugged at my hips, pulling me around to face him. His kissing became hungry. Voracious. He tugged one of my legs up and I began to press my pussy against his rigid ridge. <<if $CC.undies == "Commando">>My slit began to make his pants wet as my bare lips rubbed up and down against the cloth.<<else>>The thin cotton pressed against the fabric of his zipper, each of us feeling each other's heat and arousal.<</if>> <br><br> People were all around us and there was a fantasy in my brain that everyone was getting at it like we were. Our passion infectious as his hand moved from under my thigh to between us, working open his pants. Oh, it was happening //here//. The frat party floor about to become an orgy as everyone was pairing off and going to fuck while a 90's rapper gave us a rhythm to thrust to. <br><br> His meat was free and pushing urgently between my legs, finding its way and <<shake 2s>>in<</shake>>. Our kiss broke momentarily as I felt the invasion of his dick. <br><br> I curled my one leg around his waist and grabbed at his arms for leverage. His hips hit against me firmly, driving to the hilt where his open zipper dug against my sensitive pussy and mound. His hands were holding my ass as he steadily drove himself inside me. We stopped kissing, my head falling to his shoulder and hearing him grunt deeply in my ear. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> God, this was so fucking hot. Despite willing it to be an orgy, there was no other obvious sex happening beside me, but people were noticing the unsubtle co-mingling of our bodies and the way we moved against it other. It was not dancing. And they were watching. I wondered if they could smell us. I couldn't help but smile at the eye contact. <<else>> Shit. Despite willing it to be an orgy, there was no other obvious sex happening beside me, but people were noticing the unsubtle co-mingling of our bodies and the way we moved against it other. It was not dancing. And they were watching. Inches away from us, I wondered if they could smell it. I felt so embarassed. Thank god for being drunk. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>>The suddenness, openness of this hit some mental button. His fly was ramming the button between my legs and feeling his dick driving deep into my core was the final button I needed, clutching to him and barely able to keep my footing as I was quickly losing my mind, cumming on his cock. I didn't have to keep quiet, thanks to the music, just letting me fully enjoy my rippling orgasm as he beat against me.<</if>> <br><br> The song wasn't over by the time his fingers dug into my ass, holding me still as he began to spew his semen deep inside me. I heard his deep, long and guttural enjoyment while his cock muscle spasmed within me. We definitely weren't dancing now, not moving at all as he held me close and emptied into me. <br><br> Slowly, he pulled his tender cock out of me once he was done, feeling the head pop free and the thick flow of jizz following it, onto the bare floor, down my thighs and some hitting my foot in my heel. <br><br> He smiled at me, his chest heaving as his hand moved himself back inside his pants. It was the first time I was seeing his face, meeting the guy who I had just fucked. Very average, very young. Maybe a freshman. I couldn't tell and we couldn't quite talk right now. <br><br> Despite the drunkenness there was the flush of awkwardness now that we realized we'd let our lizard brains take over like that. He gave me a last, perfunctory peck on my lips and let me go. My other foot dropped and I felt some more of his load seep from me. And then he smiled weakly and turned back to the show. <br><br> I needed to clean up. I wasn't about to keep partying left in this filled and flowing state. Already a mess, I didn't bother with a waddle, I just pushed my way through the crowd and out into the rush of cool air outside. Luckily it was dark enough that I certainly was obviously streaked down my legs, but it could have been sweat, or my arousal...or yeah, cum. <br><br><br> Most people were still out partying, so I went mostly unseen back into [[my dorm|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]]. <br><br> <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = "Rando at Beta">>And that's how I lost my virginity...randomly on my first night at school.<</if>> <<path>> Push away and just enjoy the fun that had happened? <<contents>> <<set $badend = true>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<addBody "Date raped by a Beta" M>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value -->> <br><br> Nuh-uh, buddy. I broke the kiss and moved from his pleadingly grasping grip. My lizard brain was yelling at me, my inhibitions so low and the energy of having all these people partying around me were extra intoxicating, but I wasn't interested in just hooking up like that. I didn't even know his name or what he looked like. <br><br> I shifted far enough away that I felt alone again and got back into the next random rap song. I couldn't help but laugh and smile -- no wonder this guy had fallen into obscurity -- the music felt so dated, and yeah some of it was catchy, but it wasn't like impressive writing or music. I wondered what it had cost these guys to have him show up and put on this show. <br><br> And then the set was over, goodnight MC Vanilla. People cheered and hooted. There was a tone to it though that felt offensive, like he was the joke. He left gracefully and then some playlist took over, probably one of the brother's turning it on to keep the night going. <br><br> Almost instantly, there was a deep breath of relief as people filtered out of the house quickly. I knew the air outside wasn't cold, but it felt massively refreshing as it flowed in replacing the hot bodies that were leaving. I didn't feel in any rush to join all the others and here was probably just as good a place to party as anywhere else, so I moved back over to the 'bar' for a refreshed drink. <br><br> "Fuckin' funny, right?" The 'bartender' had a mop of curly brown hair and a stained, sweaty polo that wasn't hiding that he'd been hitting the alcohol hard while he was at school. Probably a Junior or Senior, "Couldn't believe he did parties like that. You having fun? Let me get you a new drink." <br><br> He took the cup from me and began making me a new one, "Yeah, I mean, I'd //heard// about Vanilla Ice, but I thought--" <br><br> "He was dead, right?" I laughed, he grinned charmingly, "So what's your name?" He motioned me away from the bar and we moved together into the dwindling crowd and calming party. It was moving towards the more typical house party kind of format as everyone else was leaving for the next hottest place to be. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "Cute name." I took a big swallow of the punch. Fuck that was refreshing. Had ice in it, didn't taste as sickeningly sweet with the gag-inducing backsplash of vodka. He could definitely make a drink. "So you a Freshman?" I nodded, thirsty and needing to cool down, swigging the cup dry, "Going to rush?" <br><br> "I dunno, haven't really decided." He smiled and brushed a thumb over my upper lip, cleaning off some of the red juice that had collected. <br><br> "Want another?" He motioned me back, not towards the bar but into the actual house, up some stairs, helping me a bit as I wobbled from my drunkenness. Was I think drunk earlier? "I think you should rush. You're super cute. You'd do well." <br><br> "Wow, um, thanks." We were in his room, he guided me to the foot of his bed as he brought out a bottle of Jack and a 16 ounce Coke. <br><br> "Scout's honor." He held up three fingers and sat down beside me. His weight added to the bed, I fell back with a giggle, my head felt so heavy. "You okay?" <br><br> "Yeah, just didn't realize I was this drunk. Maybe...I shouldn't have another..." <br><br> "Course. No worries. Here, let's get you comfortable." <br><br><br> He reached down, hand sliding slowly along my legs to undo the straps of my heels. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>><br><br>"Wow, you have amazing legs."<br><br><</if>> He popped one heel off, then the <<linkexpand "other...">> <<feet>> other, his free hand stroking and squeezing my bare thighs and calves. <br><br><br> "Thanks." I scooted back on the bed, body crying out for sleep and he smiled at me, moving up slightly with me as I curled up slightly. <br><br><br> "Gonna sleep like that? Here..." And I smiled, lifting my arms as he pulled the <<linkexpand "dress...">> <<upper>> dress over my head and my vision started to get a bit hazy, feeling and watching his hands working over my body. <br><br><br> <<if $Body.braless == true>> "Oh wow." He smiled, seeing my bare tits, guiding me onto my back. <<if $CC.Undies == "Commando">> His eyes dropped lower to my lack of underwear, "Oh, you came ready." <br><br><br> "[[There we go|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]]," He stroked a hand over my cheek and into my hair. <<else>> Then he was lifting my hips, pulling my <<linkexpand "underwear...">> <<panties>> underwear down my legs and flicking them on the floor. <br><br><br> "[[There we go|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]]," He stroked a hand over my cheek and into my hair. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> He lifted my shoulders, unclasping my <<linkexpand "bra...">> <<bra>> bra and I lifted my arms again, helping him get it off. <<if $CC.Undies == "Commando">> His eyes dropped lower to my lack of underwear, "Oh, you came ready." <br><br><br> "[[There we go|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]]," He stroked a hand over my cheek and into my hair. <<else>> Then he was lifting my hips, pulling my <<linkexpand "underwear...">> <<panties>> underwear down my legs and flicking them on the floor. <br><br><br> "[[There we go|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]]," He stroked a hand over my cheek and into my hair. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Or Go Ninja, Go Ninja, Go? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <br><br> Okay. Yeah, wasn't really feeling the combination of alcohol, frat energy //and// a cartoon rap song. It was easy enough to bop to, but...weird. With <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> nowhere to be found, I realized I was getting more focused attention from the guys -- brothers and not -- because I was a girl, alone and inebriated. I wasn't interested in having my first night out at college be stereotypical. And bad. <br><br> I began edging my way from the center of the Vanilla Ice dance party, "Hey, where you goin' beb?" The person that was close to me, pressing against me, wasn't accidental. It was a guy. I felt like engaging was the wrong way to get away, so I kept moving, his hands grabbed at my hips, "Got a dance partner right here." <br><br> Welcome to college, <<print $CC.name>>. I squirmed, twisting my shoulders and hips, using the shift of the crowd as an assist and I was away. I didn't even glance back to see what he looked like, happy enough to have gotten away. I shouldered my way out with renewed vigor. I felt hands grabbing at me as I passed, some probably trying the same thing as Mr. Dance Partner, while others were just taking the opportunity as it literally passed them by. <br><br> Gross. <br><br> And then I was free. Feeling the cool night air beginning to wick away the sweat of the over-packed party inside. I wobbled a bit, having less stimuli to hide how feeling it I really was. I guess I'd chosen the right time to get out and away. At the sidewalk, I looked back, considering <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and if I had just abandoned her. But she'd kinda abandoned me. Did that make it right? <br><br> I looked down Frat Row, all of them alit with variations of black light, LED, flashing with the intoxicating energy of a house party and they all vied for our attention and participation. Solo girl heading back out for something else, something a bit less ridiculous than a TMNT-rap slinging aging artist? Not worth it. <br><br><br> I turned, heading back to the freshman dorm and dropped into [[my bed|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if $badend == true>> My memory is hazy from that moment on. <br><br> I remember flashes of his naked body ontop of me, lit by the red color of a beside lava lamp. <br><br> I remember waking up at some point and rushing, naked to a bathroom to vomit. <br><br> I remember him helping me clean up and bringing me back to pass out in his bed. <br><br> I remember how much my head hurt in the morning. How I felt sore and sticky from fucking. <br><br> I had gotten back to my room by the time my recollections really seemed to form, and <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>'s <<linkexpand "bed was still empty.">> bed was still empty. <<outfit default>> <br><br><br> I skipped my classes the next day feeling absolutely destroyed. <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>And I had to run to the clinic as soon as possible.<</if>> <br><br> I had gotten the full college freshman experience, that first night. <br><br> It was the entire freshman class let all their pent up expectations and excitement of college -- and the Upper Classmen's excitement of fresh meat -- all exploding into one massive party. <br><br><br> And then, we started actually going to [[college|UN003 - CollegeFocus]]. <br><br> <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = "Rando at Beta">>And that's how I lost my virginity. I wish I hadn't waited for it to simply be...taken. That I had made a proactive choice sooner, but too late now.<</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $hookupend == true>> My thighs were having trouble moving against each other by the time I made it to my floor, stickiness instead of lubrication. <br><br><br> I pulled the dress <<linkexpand "over my head...">> <<outfit naked>> over my head and flung it beside the bed, seeing some worrying blotches that might become stains...I'd need to wash that ASAP. I grabbed a towel, <<linkexpand "loosely wrapped it around myself...">> <<outfit towel>> loosely wrapped it around myself and quickly strode down the hallway <<linkexpand "to the shared bathrooms.">> to the shared bathrooms. <<outfit naked>> <br><br><br> My ears rang from the music. My head felt heavy from the drinking. I couldn't believe I had just hooked up like that, just a quick little fuck with some guy I didn't know at all in the middle of a party. On my first night. It was such a Freshman cliche. <br><br> I sighed, hand slowly working between my legs as I cleaned and tried to let the hot water relax me and let me get over my hangup. I probably stayed in there for half an hour before forcing myself to turn off the water and <<linkexpand "head back to my room.">> head back to my room. <<outfit default>> <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> wasn't back yet, bed still made from this morning. I hoped she was still rocking it out as I climbed into my bed, feeling the hardness of the mattress and realizing I better get used to the industrial lack of comfort. <br><br> The state of my brain made sleep come easily, but not a good sleep. I woke with a start in the middle of the night. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>'s bed was still empty and it made me worry, but what else could I do. Did I ask her in the morning? I hoped I'd see her in the morning. <br><br> Hoping that round two of sleep would be better than one, my head plopped back on the pillow and I searched for rest. <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>Of course by now my senses were back and my brain was going Mach ten trying to work out what to do if the University clinic wasn't open tomorrow. Or how to time it with my schedule. I had been such an idiot.<</if>> <br><br><br> It was the entire freshman class let all their pent up expectations and excitement of college -- and the Upper Classmen's excitement of fresh meat -- all exploding into one massive party. <br><br><br> And then, we started actually going to [[college|UN003 - CollegeFocus]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> The state of my brain made sleep come easily, but not a good sleep. I woke with a start in the middle of the night. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>'s bed was still empty and it made me worry, but what else could I do. Did I ask her in the morning? I hoped I'd see her in the morning. <br><br> Hoping that round two of sleep would be better than one, my head plopped back on the pillow and I searched for rest. <br><br> An early end to my first night and first foray to the Frat scene. It was the entire freshman class let all their pent up expectations and excitement of college -- and the Upper Classmen's excitement of fresh meat -- all exploding into one massive party. My roommate had enjoyed more of it than I had, but I had my own memories, learnings and bearings for future nights out. No need to go crazy from the starting gun. <br><br><br> The next morning, anyway, we started actually going to [[college|UN003 - CollegeFocus]]. <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit default>> <div id="root"> With great freedom came great responsibility. It felt like the floodgates had opened and each day was brimming with possibilities. Sleep in? Where to eat? Hell, even showering or //going// //to// //class// were options. Options. Fuck. Was this what 'real life' was going to be like? <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>>And with all those options came waves of anxiety: Making the wrong decision, not having enough information to ''make'' a decision. It could paralyze you. It paralyzed me at times. And these were mundane choices, not ones that had massive, world-altering (or me-altering) repercussions.<</if>> <br><br> Yet, with enough input from others, a few 'plus and minus' columns and sitting with my emotions for long enough, I came to a satisfying conclusion. <br><br><br> <div id="focus"> College, for me, was my opportunity to: <<crossroads #focus>> <<path>> ''Play the field'' and have fun. You only get college once. Then the real stuff begins. <<contents>> <<set $UN.sex = "">> <<set $UN.test -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> I had never been confronted with so many options of people. And the 'crop' churned every year. I understood the reason why the fresh meat moniker was used each Fall when a new class came in. <br><br> It may not have been the most 'productive' use of my time, but it sure was fun. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> wasn't as keen on how often I left the door locked (or forgot and she walked in on me in the act, or them post-coital), but it gave me an excuse to kick them out if I needed one. And it only came with a firm admonishment and reminder that she needed the room too from time to time. <br><br> By and large, I preferred to pull my partners... <<crossroads #root>> <<path>> From ''parties''. <<contents>> <<set $UN.sex = 'party'>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value -= 2>> <br> When I showed up, I was already being thought of as a potential fuck, so I leaned into that advantage. It made it easy when everyone's intentions were on the table. Inhibitions were lower, there was the press and heat of bodies, and the undercurrent of everyone needing a release. The dance floor was a perfect place for foreplay, and being in a public location made it easy to get away from someone that maybe didn't quite meet my needs at the moment. <br><br> It was easy, it was simple, it was //why// they were being thrown. I mean, come on. <br><br> Oh, and there were parties all. the. time. <br><br> Speaking of [[parties|UN003 - GreekRush]]... <<path>> Off ''dating apps''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <<set $UN.sex = "apps">> <br> I could do it on the toilet. I could do it in bed. I could do it as a distraction from other things. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. <br><br> It was so much fun to be able to flirt with no fear and to be in absolute control. Sure, the un-requested dick pics were gross. And by it being private meant people were incredibly gross. It was fine. Just a simple swipe away. Wiped away. <br><br> I got to be picky, exclusive and show myself in my best light. <br><br> And it gave me the flexibility to get laid when needed and focus on other giant college time sinks [[like|UN003 - GreekRush]]... <<path $CC.clique == "Nerd">> From online ''chat rooms''. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<set $UN.sex = "online">> <br> Text was great for hiding. And flirting. And letting our minds meet. I got to know a person through their words (and hopefully no abbreviations). <br><br> ASL led to my bed, but they had to pass the tests. I didn't have to wade through the haze of too loud parties or the sea of dick pics. I kept my reasonable mind together rather than let drinking and drugs ruin my inhibition and bring on regret. <br><br> Sure, they could be pretending (most were), but I enjoyed the hunt as I tried to figure out who they really were first. And it meant I didn't have to me entirely honest either. <br><br> Best of all? If I wasn't in the mood or had something else calling for [[my attention|UN003 - GreekRush]], I could just hit the X. <</crossroads>> <<path>> Pick up my ''M-R-S Degree''. Where else would I have such a ready bevvy of options for who to settle down with. Grab a good one early. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value += 2>> <<set $UN.sex = "dating">> There were //so// many guys. And any one of them could be mine. Could be my soulmate. <br><br> Or simply just be a fantastic selection from the shitty options back home. Sons of lawyers, doctors...future business tycoons...I salivated. <br><br> College wasn't really designed for the 'settle down' mindset, so it took extra work to hook them. <br><br><br> One of the [[best tools|UN003 - GreekRush]] was right at hand, though. <<path>> Hunker down. Learn. ''Attend classes''. Do the 'intended' college thing. <<contents>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $UN.sex = "study">> Parties were all essentially the same: just a bunch of horny kids getting blasted and hooking up and then regretting it the next morning as they puked into the porcelain. <br><br> No. Thanks. <br><br> I'd party when I wanted, but that wasn't ''why'' I was here. They'd all have bigger regrets on their minds in a couple years and I had my eyes on the long game. <br><br><br> Studying had it's downsides though. It was very insulating. I wondered if [[Rush|UN003 - GreekRush]] was going to be the right move so I didn't end up a shut-in. <<path>> Socialize. ''Make friends''. from the wide assortment of people populating the campus. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <<set $UN.sex = "friend">> Frisbee on the quad. Laying out with a book. Being available and open and enjoying the beautiful campus that was provided us. <br><br> Chilling in the Dining Hall, joining some clubs and not rushing out of class but connecting with my classmates. There were so many people around, it was worth my time to make friends -- who knows who could end up being important in my life. <br><br><br> Speaking of which, [[Rush|UN003 - GreekRush]] was about to start. That's certainly one way to finding friends. <</crossroads>> <br> Who knew who would make an impact on my life? </div> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> One of the craziest things about college was how we had all barely arrived -- hadn't even received syllabi from our courses -- and already we were feeling massive pressure to make a four year decision: Greek or GDI (God-Damn-Independent). <br><br> Rushing a sorority would provide access to the best of parties, built-in apparatus to help in school or any activity I took part in, a ready-made network available to me after college, 'friends' handed to me on a silver platter. Definitely silver. It would put a label on my chest indicating //exactly// the kind of girl that I was, and expected to be. Expectations, responsibilities, rules and regulations -- that was the trade. Hours of volunteering, and of course, the hazing that wasn't said, but definitely done. Oh, and you had to get in. I'd have to impress //girls// and make them want me enough when there was zero downside to turning me down. <br><br> On the other hand, there was the freedom of being an independent. There was almost a 'holier than thou' attitude, stronger than any Greek bond by those who didn't partake. Life would be easier, less structured, and hell, I was a girl. I could get into any party I wanted to because I had a vagina. I could make friends on my own and there was something ancient and not aged in the 'good wine' kind of way about the whole Greek concept. And hazing rituals. Eff that. <br><br> But literally, by the end of the first week, if a decision hadn't been made, you were relegated to the non-Rush crowd. There was no way back in. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> was doing it. She said she wasn't sure if she'd actually join if offered, but wanted to keep her toes in the water. <div id="greek"> <<crossroads #greek>> <<path>> ''Rush''? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set $UN.test -->> <<set $UN.rush = true>> <br><br> I said, fuck it. I wanted the options and support from like-minded individuals. There was also a sick inner part of me that was curious what the sorority I joined would say about me -- a kind of mirror held up to the woman I'd become. <br><br> Speaking of mirrors...I needed to ensure I looked pitch-perfect. Maybe I'd drop by the [[hair salon|Hair Salon]] before subjecting my appearance to scrutiny. <br><br> I'd looked at my reflection enough at this point. This is how I'd <<linkexpand "look.">> look. <br><br> So, the next weeks were spent dressed to the nines, make-up on point at every moment of every day as we all knew we were being judged, not just when we were crammed in together in some house, but also in class; walking through campus; at the gym. <br><br><br> Their eyes were [[everywhere|UN003 - Round1]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Or ''nah''? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $UN.rush = false>> <br><br> No. Thank. You. I did not want to spend any amount of time catering to the whims and needy emotional vacuums that were these sorority chicks. I was also (maybe afraid) but not wanting any sort of self-awareness levied simply by who chose to have me in their ranks. I did not want to be reduced to the 'try Delts, every one else has' or similar, gross monikers. I didn't need the label. Didn't need the 'friends'. Certainly didn't need the stress. <br><br> I watched the rest of the chickens running around with their heads cut off, touching up their makeup religiously, always in their best outfits and in a state of constant anxiety. Yeah. <br><br><br>I was very glad to be [[away|UN004 - GreekLyfe]] from Greek Life. <</crossroads>> That was the question. </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* TODO: make selection more immersive - UX already improved so 0.5+ probably */ <div id="root"> <<if $UN.rushed.length gt 0>> <<include "UN003 - Round1 - PART - final">> <<else>> Cute little sun dress, a neutral and simple palette of make-up and the first round began. Each house had their own (very similar, but //unique// of course) greeting with far too many girls piled into the entryway and singing their song, or riffing on Ariana Grande and Bad Bunny with their own (so clever!) lyrics. It was an attempt to win us over ostensibly, but it wasn't hard to see it for what it was: aren't we so cute? don't you want to be one of us? Less selling them and more holding themselves up on a pedestal or in a trophy case to be admired and fawned over. <br><br> It //was// incredible at how uniform they all felt. Each house had its own vibe of girl. And not just the colors -- it was a given that they'd all dress up in the same shirts, or their statement pieces had the same hue, there were some black sheep or odd one's out, but I heard that was due to legacy or hometown preferences. There was even one house where literally every girl seemed to have the same exact blonde tone to her hair. <br><br><br> House to house we went in our own little clutch, where we all felt like show ponies being presented to other show ponies. After each little vignette was complete, the girls would scream and we would enter the house to pearly smiles, hand shakes and inane conversation. The same questions over and over again, and each girl doing such a fantastic job making me feel like I was their favorite, most desired pledge. <br><br> It was like speed dating within speed dating. We only had a set amount of time at each house, so we had to maximize it, but each interaction had its own unknown timer as well. Spend too much time with one girl and you'd be a nobody to the rest -- better have made a damn good impression for her to vouch for you; spend too little time and you'd be forgotten and probably have offended her. And then there was the actual dating: the posturing and sussing out whether or not we were a fit. Was I someone they envisioned themselves as? Someone they //wanted// to be? <br><br> There was an undercurrent of competitive sports -- would their draft picks raise their standings this year or relegate them to a lower tier of elite-ness? <br><br><br> I was exhausted by the end of it. My cheeks hurt. My feet throbbed. I was out of tissues that I'd used to dab away the sweat that wouldn't stop beading on my skin. I had heard so, so many names. Thank god we were allowed to keep little notepads, but god forbid if I had used them while actually having a conversation. So, I had jotted illegible notes in the minute or two walk between houses and now referenced them, trying to refresh myself and make some sort of game plan. <br><br><br> <<link "Who were my top choices to rush?">> <<replace #root>> <<include "UN003 - Round1 - PART - final">> <</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<scrollIntoView>> <<if $UN.rushed.length gt 0 >> <<paperscrap>> So, my top three were: <ul> <<for _i, _rushName range $UN.rushed>> <li>_rushName</li> <</for>> <<if $UN.rushed.length < 2>> <li>...</li> <</if>> <<if $UN.rushed.length < 3>> <li>...</li> <</if>> </ul> <</paperscrap>> <</if>> <<for _i, _rushName range setup.rushOptions>> <<if $UN.rushed.length gte 3>> And that's who I'd focus on. Now to see which ones wanted //me//. <br><br> It felt like I had a chip stuck in my throat for the next week as we waited to receive our invitations. In [[the mail|UN003 - Round2]]. With calligraphy. <<break>> <</if>> <<if !$UN.rushed.includes(_rushName)>> <<switch _rushName>> <<case "XO">> <h4>ΧΩ -- Chi Omega</h4> Brunettes and salon highlights that seemed focused on finding their 'man'. Not the hardest of partiers. Yet they struck me to be like those Moms growing up that had a bottle of vodka and pills ready for every occasion while keeping the perfect exterior. Meredith was a no-nonsense and incredibly short girl whose dry humor really drew me in. She loved disturbing movies and had all the gossip. There was a sense of insecurity about her, despite the mask of strength. <<case "DDD">> <h4>ΔΔΔ -- Delta Delta Delta</h4> Probably the most well known sorority of all time, movies, television, they were everywhere. Seemed like blonde was the rules. And small. Meticulous and uniform beauty and an air of daddy's girls that would probably end up either being trophy wives or running some high-powered business. Mary was a sweet girl that seemed overly concerned with her weight, even though she had an //incredible// body and an adorable face and bobbed (natural!) blonde hair. She was bubbly and kind and had a surprising desire to go try Broadway. <<case "KKG">> <h4>ΚΚΓ -- Kappa Kappa Gamma</h4> A cute smattering of pretty much everything. Which made me wonder if it was the back-up house for the girls that didn't get into Tri Delt, Chi O, Kappa Delta...or if it was the ones that didn't want to deal with all that bullshit. Lyndsey had vivid red hair and a strange duality to her -- at once vapid and somewhere else, and then present and incredibly intelligent. Her bellybutton piercing hung low on her bare stomach and glinted in the light as she made derisive comments about the other potential pledges in my group. <<case "KD">> <h4>ΚΔ -- Kappa Delta</h4> The party girls. And you saw it in their eyes and skin: tired under the make-up and thin from dehydration. But they knew how to have a good time and didn't seem to have the energy for the social pettiness. You just had to go hard. Alyssa had a rawness to her voice from screaming...last night? every night? She swigged water like beer and had a general air of 'gives zero fucks'. <<case "DZ">> <h4>ΔΖ -- Delta Zeta</h4> It didn't take rumors or stories to tell me all I needed to know about this house. They were nice, they were kind, they were //real//. They were the girls that wanted to be in sororities but were relegated out but wouldn't take the L. Christen and I bonded over eye-rolls about the other house's behavior, and I was impressed by her being on the Student Advisory Board. A real go-getter. <<case "ADP">> <h4>ΑΔΠ -- Alpha Delta Pi</h4> Sweet, hospitable group of girls that seemed like the more reserved and restrained version of their XO brethren. They maintained the appearance and the substance behind it. Also behind it was silent judgment. I had a nice time with a girl from the South named Shelly that always had crazy, but fun stories. <</switch>> <br><br> Add <<capture _rushName>> <<link _rushName `passage()`>> <<run $UN.rushed.push(_rushName)>> <</link>> to the list? <</capture>> <br><br> <</if>> <</for>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<silently>> <<set _failedHouses = []>> <<run $UN.rushed.pushUnique("DZ")>><<set $UN.DZ = 1>> <<if $UN.rushed.includes("DDD")>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> <<set $UN.DDD = 1>> <<else>> <<run $UN.rushed.delete("DDD")>> <<run _failedHouses.push("DDD")>> <<set $UN.DDD = 0>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.rushed.includes("KD")>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> <<set $UN.KD = 1>> <<else>> <<run $UN.rushed.delete("KD")>> <<run _failedHouses.push("KD")>> <<set $UN.KD = 0>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.rushed.includes("XO")>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value>> <<set $UN.XO = 1>> <<else>> <<run $UN.rushed.delete("XO")>> <<run _failedHouses.push("XO")>> <<set $UN.XO = 0>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.rushed.includes("KKG")>><<set $UN.KKG = 1>><</if>> <<if $UN.rushed.includes("ADP")>><<set $UN.ADP = 1>><</if>> <</silently>> It was odd going to my mailbox. They still had a Post Office on campus and...people used it? It was a very busy day at the Post Office, and the clientele exclusively female for some weird reason. <br><br> I had to find my number and pull open the small metal door <<linkexpand "to reveal my Greek fate.">> to reveal my Greek fate. <br><br><br> <<if $UN.DDD gte 1>> The triple-Ds were raised on the bone-color, richly-made envelope that came with my invitation from Mary. I'd made round two with Tri Delt! <br><br> <</if>> <<if $UN.KD gte 1>> I was surprised to see how impressive the letter from Kappa Delta was -- they didn't give off the 'money' vibe, but the invitation from Alyssa wasn't cheap. I'd made it to round two with KD! <br><br> <</if>> <<if $UN.XO gte 1>> Austere and simple -- almost wedding invitation-like -- came the letter from Meredith. I'd made it to round two with XO! <br><br> <</if>> <<if $UN.ADP gte 1>> At first I thought I had just gotten mail. Who sent me actual mail? The card inside had a rooster on it. A rooster? I flipped it open and found a beautiful and deep handwritten note from Shelly (including an in-joke about some stain we had found at the house together). I'd made it to round two with ADPi! <br><br> <</if>> <<if $UN.KKG gte 1>> Lyndsey had sent her invitation in the official Panhellenic stationary of Kappa Kappa Gamma. It was a quick, but cute little note. I had made it to round two with KKG! <br><br> <</if>> I wasn't //too// surprised to see the invitation from Christen, but the card was painstakingly crafted. I bet it had taken a couple drafts and felt immensely personal. I'd made it to round two with DZ! <br><br> <<if _failedHouses.length>> <br> I didn't hear from <<= _failedHouses.join(', ')>>. Nothing. __Not a word__. Talk about being iced. <br><br> <<if _failedHouses.length gt 2 && $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $Stats.Traits.Confident.value -->> Are. You. Fucking. //Kidding//. Me?! Being relegated like this wasn't <<shake 2s>>fair<</shake>>! It took all my will to keep pressing forward and not just hole up in my room, crying and wondering what that said about me. <<elseif _failedHouses.length gt 3>> <<set $Stats.Traits.Confident.value -->> Are. You. Fucking. //Kidding//. Me?! It took all my will to keep pressing forward and not just hole up in my room, crying and wondering what that said about me. <</if>> <br> <</if>> <<if $UN.rushed.length === 4>> <br> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> I'd been invited back by my full list. That was a ''rare'' event and I kept it to myself, especially at all the houses. <br><br> <</if>> House tours, skits, songs and speeches were up next before the Preferences and Bids were finalized and I'd officially be a sorority chick. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> was pleased that she had been invited back to KKG and ADPi. I brought up DZ and she smiled kindly and rolled her eyes. I wondered if DZ cut anyone after the first round. <br><br> <div id = "present"> It was such a long day. And knowing that I was under the microscope, I had gone all in to try and present myself: <<crossroads #present>> <<path>> How I felt would ''best fit'' in at each house? <<contents>> <<set $UN.present = "fake">> I'd be a chameleon! Colors shifting and code switching throughout the day as I mirrored and mimicked my way to glory. I hoped I wouldn't be subsuming my actual identity and getting lost in the process. <br><br> <<include "UN003 - Round2_Appearance">> <<path>> As a ''party girl''? <<contents>> <<set $UN.present = "slut">> I'd tell the best stories I could. Parties, clubs, hookups. The craziest stories I knew had happened. Whether they happened to me or not, but //happened//. I'd be a girl everyone wanted me around, if only for the experience of knowing me. <br><br> <<include "UN003 - Round2_Appearance">> <<path>> As a ''smart girl''? <<contents>> <<set $UN.present = "smart">> I'd be the girl that you wanted as an alumnus. The connection everyone wanted to have. I was the rising star, the cream of the student crop. <br><br> <<include "UN003 - Round2_Appearance">> <<path>> Exactly as ''I was''? <<contents>> <<set $UN.present = "me">> Why bullshit. I'd be accepted for who I was or not at all. <br><br> <<include "UN003 - Round2_Appearance">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <div id="wearing"> One appearance down, now I had to carefully select what I was going to wear in attendance: <<crossroads #wearing>> <<path>> Something ''fun''? <<contents>> <<set $UN.clothes = "fun">> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> <<set $UN.DDD ++>> <<set $UN.DZ ++>> <<set $UN.XO ++>> <<set $UN.KD ++>> <<set $UN.ADP -->> <<outfit sundress>> Yeah. Did a little spin in front of the mirror and with an excited hug, <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I hopped out of the dorm and to our prospective [[sisterhoods|UN003 - HouseTours]]. <<path>> Something that ''showed me off''? <<contents>> <<set $UN.clothes = "show">> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> <<set $UN.DZ -= 2>> <<set $UN.XO -->> <<set $UN.KD += 2>> <<set $UN.ADP -->> <<outfit soroslut>> Yeah. Did a little spin in front of the mirror and with an excited hug, <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I hopped out of the dorm and to our prospective [[sisterhoods|UN003 - HouseTours]]. <<path>> Something ''cute''? <<contents>> <<set $UN.clothes = "cute">> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> <<set $UN.DDD ++>> <<set $UN.DZ += 2>> <<set $UN.XO ++>> <<set $UN.KD -->> <<set $UN.ADP ++>> <<outfit basejeans>> Yeah. Did a little spin in front of the mirror and with an excited hug, <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I hopped out of the dorm and to our prospective [[sisterhoods|UN003 - HouseTours]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if $UN.clothes == "cute">>I wouldn't be standing out, that's for sure. It was a sea of summer dresses, good jeans and cute tops. But if this was the common choice, it had to be a good, safe choice. <<elseif $UN.clothes == "fun">>There were...dozens of us...showing off what we had without going too crazy. But we weren't the milquetoast jeans and cute tops or summer dresses. Bo-ring. <<elseif $UN.clothes == "show">>I was unique out of the girls as we made our way from the freshman dorm to Greek row. Welp. I'd //definitely// be standing out from the crowd. May have been more right for the Bid Night party than Round 2. Hell, they'd know they'd be getting a hot bitch, though. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<for _rushName range $UN.rushed>> <<switch _rushName>> <<case "KKG">> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> gave me a thumbs up and wink as she was pulled aside by her sponsor and I waited for Lyndsey. Eventually, she rolled out of the house with a smile, her jeans hugging her hips extremely low and fascinatingly tight, "Hey girl." <br><br> We headed inside where the girls put on a version of Cell Block Tango from Chicago, Lyndsey up front and center, wearing barely nothing and had an incredible set of pipes. And then she casually remained in the lingerie the remainder of the Tour, ass and tits essentially out and unabashed as she walked me around and introduced me to her other girls. <br><br> "And if you get sick, just drink. It kills the bacteria." A little nugget of wisdom from her. <br><br> <<if $UN.present == "slut">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 4>> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> Lindsey laughed, stunned but clearly impressed as I told her a story about being too drunk, giving head, vomiting, cleaning up quickly and getting right back to it, "No quitter here," with a fist bump. <<else>> <<set $UN.KKG -->> I think I might have gone overboard, using a story I'd heard about a girl -- me, of course -- getting her stomach pumped because she'd swallowed too much semen after giving head to guy after guy at a party. "So...the story's about you?" <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 3>> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> Lyndsey and I dropped onto her bed, trading story after story about a crazy Saturday back home, then a Thursday. It wasn't so much a one-upsmanship and more like finding a kindred spirit. <<else>> <<set $UN.KKG -->> I don't think I had enough details for her, or they didn't come ready enough. Every tale of my party lifestyle got a 'mhm' and nod. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.present == "smart">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gte 5>> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> It took quite a bit before I got any reaction out of Lyndsey. At first I couldn't tell if it was her expressionless disposition, but then it all clicked when she was finally impressed -- she was just a fucking smart girl herself. Appearances aside, she cocked her head to the side with a, "Huh. Might need to ask you for some help in my 200s." <<else>> GPA, no reaction. High school accolades, nada. Advanced classes. My intended major. Nothing seemed to phase her. Maybe it was her expressionless disposition or she was just a fucking smart cookie. Smarter than me. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.present == "me">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 5 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 4 || $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 3>> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> I could tell that Lyndsey jived with my open and casual attitude. I knew that we weren't supposed to drink, but she headed into the kitchen and popped a beer for both of us as we leaned against the island and just got to know each other. <<else>> "Not really my bag, to be honest," was a refrain for her during the time together. Each time it felt like a smack to my face, but her expressionless disposition remained unchanged. She and I didn't seem to align, but she was being...relatively...polite about it. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.present == "fake">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 4>> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> I felt like Aubrey Plaza. I //was// Aubrey and Lyndsey seemed to not only buy it, but really like me. We popped a beer in the kitchen when we weren't allowed to drink, we talked about sexual mistakes and hot parties. I even learned she was a pretty smart cookie. <<else>> <<set $UN.KKG -= 2>> Lyndsey did //not// seem enamored with the person that I came as. "Uhuh," was all I got when I spoke and I caught those unimpassioned eyes trying to read me whenever I returned eye contact. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> "Bye girl." Those dead eyes, tight smile and a solid smack on my ass, Lyndsey brought my Round Two with KKG to a close. <br><br><br> <<case "DZ">> I didn't see <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>. I knew she had dismissed them when I brought them up, but she //had// been invited. Had I made a mistake attending Dee Zee? Didn't have long to worry about it because Christen rolled up, disarmingly, "Hey <<print $CC.name>>." She leaned in conspiratorially, "We don't typically do this -- by the book and all -- but we're super excited you're here." She pulled away, waving her hands, "That's all I'm going to say. That's all." A giant grin on her face. And we went inside where Christen and a dozen of the other sisters did a cute a capella rendering of Edward Sharpe and the Zeros, "Home". They sounded good. Tight harmonies and well-practiced. And then it shifted into slideshow presentation as they discussed the charities they supported (a lot) and the academic support they offered (a ton). <br><br> Before we yawned too much, the long list of 'pros' ended with a gif of a baseball player sliding into home plate. Someone had done some photoshop and there was a DZ on the bag. It was pretty good. <br><br> Then Christen and I reunited and began the tour of the newest, youngest of the houses. <br><br> <<if $UN.present == "slut">> <<set $UN.DZ -->> Christen coughed after I finished the first of my planned stories. "Oh." Her eyes flicked back and forth as she processed and planned a response. It was measured, "Well, no judgment here! Did you have fun?" The smile was tight and there was some trepidation in her eyes. <<elseif $UN.present == "smart">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3>> There was a deep, throaty laugh. Her ample breasts bouncing as her chin lifted towards the ceiling, "Wow. You're //really// going to fit in here." She pulled me in close and squeezed me tight around my shoulders. The other girls smiled awkwardly but there were some daggers in the looks of the other prospects. <<else>> "You don't have to be someone you aren't, <<print $CC.name>>." Her hand felt warm and kind the back of mine. She smiled, her head turned in. It felt like a counselor or therapist. It also felt real. My eyes teared up a bit and I nodded. And dropped the act. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.present == "me">> We had a great back and forth. It was sedate and comfortable. We found similarities easily and laughed off the differences. She patted my hand whenever there was a stutter in our patter, "Eh, no one will judge you here. You are you. That's all that matters." <<elseif $UN.present == "fake">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 2>> I think she was massively confused. Her eyes alive with processing as we conversed. With each story and behavioral tic we moved away from easy conversation and into one where it was me talking and her raptly curious. I don't think she caught me out, but I don't know if it engendered me to her either. <<else>> <<set $UN.DZ -->> "You don't have to be someone you aren't, <<print $CC.name>>." Her hand felt warm and kind the back of mine. She smiled, her head turned in. It felt like a counselor or therapist. It also felt real. My eyes teared up a bit and I nodded. And dropped the act. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> "Hey." We were on our way out of the house and she stopped short, turning me towards her and drawing me close into a lovely hug. "Thanks for coming by." <br><br><br> <<case "XO">> Meredith stood out front alongside her cohorts with a sign and my name, as if we were being picked up at the airport by a chauffeur, but each sign had images from social media -- cute and relatively emblematic of each of us. There was a bit of a hitch in my step when I saw the one from Prom Night. Man, that still brought back memories. <br><br> "Hey bitch." She gave me a hip bump and a devilish little smile as she ditched the poster board and led me inside. "Welcome to Chi Ho." I wasn't sure whether to laugh or feel good or...what I was supposed to do. She was such an enigma. And in a fun way. <br><br> We dropped into an assembly of chairs and were presented with a funny little skit that lambasted the whole process. Stereotypes of each of the houses, of the typical sorority girl, the beleaguered prospect. We were rolling. <br><br> My abs hurt from laughter as Meredith collected me and whispered in my ear, "My idea. Wrote that shit." And smacked my ass with a proud little smile before leading me through the house. <br><br> <<if $UN.present == "slut">><<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lt 4 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lt 5>><<set $UN.XO ++>>We had made our way into her room. I had just finished off a true story of a recent night out and felt a little flush in my cheeks as I had laid bare some dirty details. "Don't worry, <<print $CC.name>>. You're in good company. Far from the worst that I'd heard within these walls. You're in college. Have fun. Just...keep it quiet. At least don't let it escape the Chi Oh bubble. //That// could be bad."<<else>><<set $UN.XO -->>I had just finished off the grisly details of an especially voluminous guy finishing. Meredith looked me square in the face as if double-checking something. "You're...proud of this?" Not able to respond she nodded, "Look. That shit getting out is dangerous. Your rep is everything. You'll need to be far more circumspect going forward, kay?"<</if>><<elseif $UN.present == "smart">><<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 4>><<set $UN.XO ++>>"Alright smarty-pants. This isn't a competition. //Okay//. It is. But ya don't have to make me feel bad about myself too. I get it. Now...whatcha do for fun?" The impish spark flashed in her eyes and we changed topics.<<else>><<set $UN.XO -->>"You know this //is// a competition, right?" She chuckled, frowning at me incredulously, "You...think you're smart?" We stood there, looking at each other. I felt like I had been gutted. She thought I was a dumb-dumb. "Lucky for you there's more to this whole thing. Not much. But there is."<</if>><<elseif $UN.present == "me">><<set $UN.XO ++>>We wandered the house aimlessly. It wasn't much of a tour and more of her just finding places that we could be more alone and really get into the dirt and fun topics with me. It was hilarious seeing her switching seamlessly between idle chatter that the rest of the girls seemed to be involved in and mid-sentence go right into what she really wanted to hear.<<elseif $UN.present == "fake">><<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 4 || $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 4>><<set $UN.XO ++>>"I didn't...take you for...wow. I just. Had you pegged different." She shook her head, tugging her short brown hair behind her ears as she considered me. "Well, all I can say is you do feel very. Very. Chi Oh. For whatever that's worth." She laughed and rolled her eyes. Did she really disparage her own crew this much?<<else>><<set $UN.XO -= 3>>"Don't fuck with me." We had stopped short in the upstairs hallway. We were out of earshot and out of sight, but I had barely started talking about my horse back home and left agape. "That's not smart and will not fly. I'll see you out."<</if>><</if>> <br><br> I was shown to the door, but all the Chi Oh girls left the prospects to find their own way out as they hustled off to the kitchen. I heard a rise of chattering -- they were judging us before we had left the building. <br><br><br> <<case "ADP">> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I reapplied make-up in the freshman 'market' bathroom quickly before making a hurried sprint to join the invitees for ADPi. Shelly was waving excitedly and I got a little shove from behind, shoved towards my sponsor. "How's it going?" She ushered me in towards the entryway where they'd assembled charcuterie and beverages, "I'm sure you're hungry." <br><br> I //was//. Hadn't even considered eating or drinking yet today and so I grabbed a little plate and saw the joy light on her face. Arm sliding through mine the escort continued into their living room and she sat beside me as a video rolled. It was ancient and spoke to the long and proud lineage of the ADPi house. The President stood and spoke about the House Mother, the pledges from last year, and then outlined the itinerary for the remainder of our time in the house. <br><br> "So, what did you think?" Shelly whispered to me as the tour began. <br><br> <<if $UN.present == "slut">><<set $UN.ADP -->>Shelly was red. What I had detailed about a crazy party had her fanning herself with a napkin, "Oh. Well. And you were...there?" She was uncomfortable and unsure what to do with the information. "Our parties are...more sedate." It felt admonishing because it was.<<elseif $UN.present == "smart">><<set $UN.ADP ++>>I leaned in hard to the history lesson and tried to make parallels between ADPi and my own history, family. And Shelly jumped right in. She wanted to know genealogy. She wanted to know details. She was //fascinated//.<<elseif $UN.present == "me">><<set $UN.ADP ++>>She wanted to know all about me and didn't seem to have any filter: "Oh"-ing with a knowing nod when I said something that seemed to agree and leaning in close with a "Shh" and hushing me and waving other comments away, "Keep that to ourselves." She seemed to be a big <<print $CC.name>> fan.<<elseif $UN.present == "fake">><<set $UN.ADP ++>>Her eyes were wide as we talked, amazed to an extent that I hadn't expected. Even though I wasn't into the history, I told her I was. I made up things about my past that seemed to align with her and even borrowed something from the last time we had talked and she looked utterly shocked, "Me. Too!" And squeezed my hand.<</if>> <br><br> She made sure that I had a little napkin full of bites and a water bottle before I left. <br><br><br> <<case "KD">> We were yanked off the front lawn by our sponsors, Alyssa dragging me across the front steps as they all were giving a "Woo!" It was almost madcap. I couldn't quite figure out if there was rhyme, reason or drugs involved. But whatever the purpose, Alyssa had me off in a side room and started teaching me a dance. It was a routine that would have killed on TikTok and would have been mind-blowing on the floor at a club, "We're gonna be the hottest fuckin' bitches out there!" She squealed excitedly once I had gotten the steps in my body. <br><br> "//I'm// dancing?" She started the sequence again, flicking her tongue. "I thought you all presented to //us// today." <br><br> She flashed me her tits. Completely non-sexual, but I think just to shock me, "We're ''Kay'' __Dee__." And then began pushing me out of the side room, correcting her top. "Come on." <br><br> The show was beginning as the pairs got up and began to pop their pussies. That was a common theme. Variations on a theme. <br><br> <<if $UN.present == "slut">><<set $UN.KD += 2>>And when it was our turn to hit it, we did. And I //worked// adding relish and sexuality to every single move. It was like I was calling out, "Anyone can have my pussy." And the girls went absolutely insane. Alyssa had stopped towards the end to watch and began smacking my ass hard and quick while cheering out to the girls. Alyssa pulled me off the floor and we proceeded to drink cocktails in the kitchen -- we definitely were //not// allowed to be doing this -- while talking about dick sizes, good fucks, bad fucks, black out nights. Everything.<<elseif $UN.present == "smart">><<set $UN.KD -->>We hit every single move perfectly and got our requisite applause. "Told ya." She smiled and pulled me away from the show. And then proceeded to look more and more bored as I tried to turn the conversation to school and success. "Right. Well. Sure." One word responses were all I got.<<elseif $UN.present == "me">><<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3>><<set $UN.KD += 2>>And when it was our turn to hit it, we did. And I //worked// adding relish and sexuality to every single move. It was like I was calling out, "Anyone can have my pussy." And the girls went absolutely insane. Alyssa had stopped towards the end to watch and began smacking my ass hard and quick while cheering out to the girls. Alyssa pulled me off the floor and we proceeded to drink cocktails in the kitchen -- we definitely were //not// allowed to be doing this -- while talking about dick sizes, good fucks, bad fucks, black out nights. Everything.<<else>><<set $UN.KD -->>And I tried my best, giving it everything I had but this was not the kind of dance I was used to -- showing off the way I was used to. "That's okay, girl. You can learn. Maybe." Alyssa pulled me off the floor and turned the conversation to the craziest times of my life and seemed underwhelmed.<</if>><<elseif $UN.present == "fake">><<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 3>>Thank god I had some dance skills, because I had prepped conversation and behavior but hadn't prepared for this. It was an easier segue after dropping it to talk about the raunchy tales I had in my back pocket. "Hot. Yeah, girl, that's hot." She nodded, offering me a cocktail in the kitchen.<<else>><<set $UN.KD -->>I had prepped conversation and behavior. I was ready to be a party girl, but I wasn't ready to actually party. And it showed. Alyssa actually laughed at me as I tried to segue from the mediocre dance into the stories. "Right." Nodding with pursed lips.<</if>><</if>> <br><br> And then it was over. Alyssa had insisted I leave with a buzz and I certainly was, stumbling out of the house alongside all the other dumbly grinning prospects. <br><br><br> <<case "DDD">> There was a stillness in the air as we approached Tri Delt. The girls were impeccably dressed, tight white jeans or white short dresses. They looked like Barbies. Like models. Like perfection. And they welcomed us quietly, calmly. Mary guided me in to a seat with my name on it. <br><br> Off to the side were the seniors and elder Tri Delts, unabashedly documenting and taking literal pictures as we assembled. I couldn't help but shift my weight to try and hide the way my body was. I wasn't happy with it, they wouldn't be either. My eyes turned downward, goosebumps raised, inspected like an animal while Mary and the younger sponsors giggled actively up on their stage and presented to us. <br><br> But I could barely pay attention to the jokes, the performance, the information. It was all a bait and switch. It was an excuse to have us all together and in designated seats for easy comparison. It felt like it went on forever. I don't think I've felt more relief than when Mary shook me from my internal struggle and, quizzical look on her face, pulled me into the house tour. <br><br> Luckily, she was so chill I was able to shake that survey quickly and find my way into chatting with her as I had planned. <br><br> <<if $UN.present == "slut">><<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lt 2>>"Oh. You're one of the //fun// ones." She smiled and there was some pinkness to her cheeks that told me she was curious but maybe...a virgin? I laughed and nodded and we began to whisper conspiratorially as she waved my volume down. She wanted to hear but she didn't want others to hear. It wasn't their flavor, but it might have been Mary's.<<else>><<set $UN.DDD -= 2>>"Uh, why...are you telling me this?" Redness had crept into her face. It made me wonder not only if I had crossed the line but if she were a virgin. I coughed and tried to find an easy way to change the topic but I felt like the damage had been done.<</if>><<elseif $UN.present == "smart">><<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 5>><<set $UN.DDD += 2>>She was stunned as I detailed my accomplishments and what my goals with school were. "Wow. Thank you for telling me. That wasn't in your file." I coughed a bit. I knew that was the case, but being outright //told// they had files on each of us for this decision process wasn't an easy pill to swallow.<<else>>She nodded and smiled, listening to me go over what I felt like were fascinating and impressive anecdotes, "Yeah. That's what we thought." I coughed and turned away, not sure how I should respond to that. Man, their cutthroat behavior was blatant.<</if>><<elseif $UN.present == "me">><<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 5 && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lt 3 && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lt 3>><<set $UN.DDD +=2>>Mary seemed to //love// me. Impressed at every turn as I just talked about myself and found the ways that we were similar. She seemed to be an odd duck here and would vouch for another odd duck. Lucky match then.<<else>>She nodded pleasantly and smiled weakly. "Yeah, I'm a bit of a...black sheep here too..." Oh, I hadn't expected that response and it seemed she felt bad for me. But maybe if she felt kinship to me meant she'd vouch for me.<</if>><<elseif $UN.present == "fake">><<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 4 || $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 5>>Mary chuckled and looked shocked from time to time, "Wow. I had taken you to be more like me...more...black sheep?" She giggled with a little shrug, "That's why were were matched, but I guess...maybe you have more in common with them than I do."<<set $UN.DDD ++>><<else>><<set $UN.DDD -= 3>>It took mere moments before Mary slowed me in a hallway. She wasn't an intimidating person, but I felt like I had just been pulled over by the cops. "What." I coughed uncomfortably, looking at her, searching. She just smiled tightly, patted my hand and...that was it.<</if>><</if>> <br><br> I realized there was a timetable, far more prescribed than our time in the house: Mary brought me to the front door at a very particular time. There was a precise distance between me and the girl in front of me. And, yep, behind me. And...there were the senior Tri Delts, recording on their phones as we passed. Full bodies in motion, captured for digest and analysis. <br><br><br> <</switch>> <</for>> Exhausted, my voice a little raw, I was more than pleased to strip off my outfit and crash in bed. <br><br> <div id = "prefs"> I had to fill out my <<linkexpand "preferences card and then I could sleep.">> preferences card and then I could sleep. <<if !$UN.rushed.includes("DDD")>><<set $UN.DDD = -1>><</if>> <<if !$UN.rushed.includes("KKG")>><<set $UN.KKG = -1>><</if>> <<if !$UN.rushed.includes("KD")>><<set $UN.KD = -1>><</if>> <<if !$UN.rushed.includes("DZ")>><<set $UN.DZ = -1>><</if>> <<if !$UN.rushed.includes("XO")>><<set $UN.XO = -1>><</if>> <<if !$UN.rushed.includes("ADP")>><<set $UN.ADP = -1>><</if>> <br><br> I looked over my order from that first day. Had anything changed? At this final stage we did have //some// power of selection... <br> <div id="prefs2"> <<paperscrap>> <<set _namesMap = { "XO": "Chi Omega", "DDD": "Tri Delta", "KKG": "Kappa Kappa Gamma", "KD": "Kappa Delta", "DZ": "Delta Zeta", "ADP": "Alpha Delta Pi" }>> How do I rate the houses?! <br><br> <<orderable $UN.rushed _namesMap>> <</paperscrap>> <br> Hm. Had one risen to the top of the pack? <<for _index, _rushName range $UN.rushed>> <<capture _rushName>> <<link _rushName>><<replace "#prefs2" t8n>> <<set $UN.newFirst = _rushName>> <br><br><br> Homework could wait til tomorrow. I was [[beat|UN003 - BidDay]]. <</replace>><</link>> <</capture>> <<if _index < $UN.rushed.length - 1>>,<<else>>?<</if>> <</for>> <br><br> Nah. Looked <<link "solid">><<replace "#prefs2" t8n>> <<set $UN.newFirst = "none">> <br><br><br> Homework could wait til tomorrow. I was [[beat|UN003 - BidDay]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <br> </div> <</linkexpand>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> /* TODO Mira or Fictionary - If a Player puts DZ first, they should auto get into DZ. Not sure what needs to be done to the code below to make that happen. */ <<set $UN.notFirst = false>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> <<set $UN.DDD += 2>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> <<set $UN.XO += 2>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 3>> <<set $UN.ADP += 2>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == "party">><<set $UN.KKG ++>><<set $UN.KD ++>><<elseif $UN.sex == "online">><<set $UN.DZ ++>><<elseif $UN.sex == "friend">><<set $UN.DDD ++>><<else>><<set $UN.ADP ++>><<set $UN.XO ++>><</if>> <<if $UN.DDD gte $UN.KD && $UN.DDD gte $UN.XO && $UN.DDD gte $UN.ADP && $UN.DDD gte $UN.KKG && $UN.DDD gte $UN.DZ>> <<set $UN.greek = "DDD">><<outfit "DDD">> <<elseif $UN.KD gte $UN.XO && $UN.KD gte $UN.ADP && $UN.KD gte $UN.KKG && $UN.KD gte $UN.DZ>> <<set $UN.greek = "KD">><<outfit "KD">> <<elseif $UN.XO gte $UN.ADP && $UN.XO gte $UN.KKG && $UN.XO gte $UN.DZ>> <<set $UN.greek = "XO">><<outfit "XO">> <<elseif $UN.ADP gte $UN.KKG && $UN.ADP gte $UN.DZ>> <<set $UN.greek = "ADP">><<outfit "ADP">> <<elseif $UN.KKG gte $UN.DZ>> <<set $UN.greek = "KKG">><<outfit "KKG">> <<else>> <<set $UN.greek = "DZ">><<outfit "DZ">> <</if>> The weeks of socializing, best behavior, best make-up, best outfits were now at a close. School had definitely taken a hit and I could sense the Professors equally eager for the process to be done and have half the student body back and actually paying attention to class. <br><br> Every girl was on edge. We'd go to the lawns of our preferred houses and hope. Or be publicly shamed if we weren't brought into the throng. <br><br> <<if $UN.newFirst == "none">> Sweaty pits, trying to be as cute as possible, I was part of a broad arc of broads in front of <<if $UN.rushed[0] === "DDD">> Tri Delta. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "DDD">> "<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!" <br><br> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Tri Delt! <br><br> Mary clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a Tri Delt. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.rushed[0] === "ADP">> ADPi. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "ADP">> "<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!" <br><br> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a ADPi! <br><br> Shelly clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a ADPi. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.rushed[0] === "XO">> Chi Oh. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "XO">> "<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!" <br><br> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Chi Oh! <br><br> Meredith clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be Chi Oh. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.rushed[0] === "KKG">> Kappa. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "KKG">> "<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!" <br><br> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Kappa! <br><br> Lyndsey clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a Kappa. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.rushed[0] === "KD">> Kappa Delta. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "KD">> "<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!" <br><br> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Kappa Delta! <br><br> Alyssa clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]].<<else>>Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a Kappa Delta. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.rushed[0] === "DZ">> Delta Zeta. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "DZ">> "<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!" <br><br> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Delta Zeta! <br><br> Christen clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a Delta Zeta. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> Sweaty pits, trying to be as cute as possible, I was part of a broad arc of broads in front of <<if $UN.newFirst is "DDD">> Tri Delta. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "DDD">> "<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!" <br><br> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Tri Delt! <br><br> Mary clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a Tri Delt. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.newFirst is "ADP">> ADPi. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "ADP">> "<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!" <br><br> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a ADPi! <br><br> Shelly clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a ADPi. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.newFirst is "XO">> Chi Oh. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "XO">> "<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!" <br><br> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Chi Oh! <br><br> Meredith clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be Chi Oh. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.newFirst is "KKG">> Kappa. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "KKG">> "<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!" <br><br> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Kappa! <br><br> Lyndsey clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a Kappa. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.newFirst is "KD">> Kappa Delta. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "KD">> "<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!" <br><br> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Kappa Delta! <br><br> Alyssa clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>>Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a Kappa Delta. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.newFirst is "DZ">> Delta Zeta. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "DZ">> "<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!" <br><br> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Delta Zeta! <br><br> Christen clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a Delta Zeta. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <div id = "haze"> <<if $UN.greek == "DDD">> <<set $People['UN'].SoroSister.name = "Mary">> Inside the house, the seniors were standing on either side of the hallway, grinning dumbly and jumping with ridiculous excitement. In their hands were red and black sharpies and they watched us pass single-file past them as they watched with predatory glee. The chairs from Round 2 were still in the living room. The projector and screen were still in place, it was as if nothing had moved since that fateful day when I had been judged and found acceptable. My chair had my name on it and Mary wordlessly guided me to sit before moving to the outer edges of the room with her sisters. <br><br> Some of the other pledges were just as excited as the elder sisters, squealing with dilated pupils and practically drooling. I was less excited. I could smell the threat in the air. <br><br><br> The projector spun up and one of the girls was displayed in front of us. A slideshow of images taken not just from the earlier rounds, but also on campus, one of her making out at a party with some guy's hand up the back of her dress. "Kelly." The President called, affecting as deep a tone as she could manage. <br><br> The girl looked stunned, confused. Her face could not have been redder. Seeing herself in a critical light in front of her now sisters. Other elder girls pulled Kelly up from her seat unwillingly and dragged her onto the stage. "Strip." It became a chant, even we were doing it. And sheepishly, her clothes came off. In her underwear in front of everyone, the videos and pictures were painstakingly analyzed and when anyone had a comment about her appearance, a mark was made. <br><br> And then, it was my turn. By that point, most of us were crying and the girls were laughing at us, calling us children. <br><br><br> My clothes came <<link "off">><<replace "#haze" t8n>> <<outfit naked>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value += 2>> <<if $CC.height gt 1>> They drew lines across my calves, showing where I should get surgery to cut out bone. I shouldn't be this tall. I should be normal. I should be cute and short. <<else>> I was glad to be my height. A couple of the taller girls were told to have surgery to reduce their 'amazon' ugliness. <</if>> <<if $bodies.length gt 5>> Somehow they knew about almost all of my hookups. They had pictures. They had some line back home and their names were etched all over my body. Words like cum slut, whore, slut were added to the mix for flavor. <<else>> I was glad that I was not one who had names and words about promiscuity emblazoned all over my body. They had some insane ability to //know// these girl's sex lives. <</if>> <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 1>> Videos of me blackout, slurring my words, behaving like an absolute shit -- a cat fight -- were displayed and I was called an addict, and had track marks drawn on my arms. <<else>> Some girls partying came back to haunt them. Track marks drawn on their arms, circles for the areas to watch for extra cocaine. Addict, druggie. <</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes")>>A girl had a lazy eye when she was tired, and they didn't stop there. Brown eyes called shit. Light eyes called weak. Too small, too wide. Tiny eyelashes. But not me.<<else>><<if ["green", "blue", "gray"].includes($Body.eyes)>>Weak eyes. Watery eyes. It could have been the tears, it could have been true. I didn't know at this point.<<elseif $Body.eyes is "hazel">>Weird eyes. Eyes that didn't know what color they wanted to be. Cat eyes.<<elseif $Body.eyes is "brown">>Where were my pupils? Boring. Common. Eyes the color of //shit//.<</if>><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>>Some girls were called dumpy, their 'cankles' drawn on, their thighs labelled as too thick. I had some scars that they used as my imperfections, but I got away pretty scott-free.<<else>>Cellulite: marked. Scars and the way my calves were formed were drawn on. "Wear PANTS" across each of my thighs.<</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>>Some girls had their bras removed and their nipples, hair on their breasts, stretch marks or sag highlighted. They tweaked my nipples to enact pain but my tits were left undisturbed.<<else>>Tits out for everyone to see. A hair I hadn't noticed was painfully tugged out. The way my breasts fell was 'ugly' lines were drawn where I should show a doctor for an implant or lift. Uneven, weird nipples, every bit was up for comment, whether or not it was true.<</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>>Most girls got 'skinny fat,' 'flat ass,' their dimples and cellulite circled. My ass ended up with a solid red mark on it from hits when they were smacking me to make a point, but it wasn't a point of derision.<<else>>'Pancake ass' was written down one cheek, then the other. They made fun of how little it jiggled when they hit it, made me stand sideways to show how my back ran into my legs. It was horrible.<</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face")>>Most girls faces were covered with words, circles, dicks. They said my eyebrows were too thin, my ears to far back. But they were trying too hard. I knew the truth.<<else>>Bad teeth, shitty cheekbones, weird 'ugly marks' instead of beauty marks. My face was covered with circles and lines.<</if>> <<if $CC.wealth lt 3>><<print $CC.DName>>'s job came to bite //hard//. My home: a trailer. I was trash. A social pariah. A charity case.<<else>>A girl had her home lambasted. Trailer park trash.<</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>>I surprisingly got out relatively unscathed, my moles and freckles passed inspection. Some stretchmarks were over-circled probably for balance, but I felt lucky.<<else>>I had barely given my freckles, moles, errant hairs any thought at all until this moment. And now they were circled in an ink that would take days to go away. How would I go out? I don't think I'd be able to forget any of these comments. And that was the point. I felt fat. I felt ugly. I knew what I needed to work on.<</if>> <br><br> I cried that night. The next morning in the shower. It hurt so badly and not just the scrubbing and raw skin, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif $UN.greek == "ADP">> <<set $People['UN'].SoroSister.name = "Shelly">> <<set _score = ($Stats.Skills['Perception'].value + $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value + $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value)>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->><<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> "You study?" Shelly asked with raised eyebrows. I didn't know what to say. Study for class? Study for...what. But I didn't want to offend, so I just shuffled in with the others, making our way to the living room where we were guided into a broad circle. Our potential 'Bigs,' mine being Shelly, stood behind us. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw them shuffling colored note cards. <br><br> There were no instructions. Suddenly, the President and leaders, sitting on an ottoman in the center of our oval, were calling out questions. Rapid-fire, down the line. There were mere seconds given and I felt bad for the first girls who were under the gun, not even conceiving of what was being asked of them. It was like strip-jeopardy. A wrong answer and clothes came off. <br><br> Before long, many of the girls were completely naked. Cited and called out. Criticized and forced to stand there, naked while the rest of us completed the ritual. Did we know the words? Did we know the other girls names? The history of the house? House mother? Everything seemed like it was on the table, every little bit of data. <br><br> <<if _score gt 7>> I was shocked at how much I had apparently retained. Shelly whispered proudly into my ear as I got almost every question correct. I watched the girls punished and clothes taken away from them as they were left showing their failing.And that wasn't the end. We weren't allowed to move. The girls departed and took turns, slowly walking the circle and ensuring we stood standing, looking at each other to 'learn' about our sisters. To get to know our fellow pledges. To understand our status and station relative to each other. <br><br> My legs hurt. I wanted to sit. Some girls tried and they were //forced// to stay standing with exercise bands or whatever tools were on hand. Some looked crucified as their minds tried to fight the failing of their bodies. <br><br> That night we heard them eating and having a celebratory party in the nearby kitchen. Some of their boyfriends came by and took some time to check out the new pledges. And still we stood. <br><br> The party ended, guys checked us out on their way out or their way up. And still we stood. Would I pass out? Would we be allowed to sleep? <br><br> No. We stood until the morning hours, the girls heading downstairs groggy after a wonderful night's sleep and smiling hello as they came into the room. They waited until they were all assembled and some of them certainly took their time on purpose. <br><br> "Good morning, Ay Dee Pi's." We were handed our clothes and told to dress before //thinking// about leaving the basement. <br><br> I cried in the shower and cried in bed before promptly falling asleep and skipping all my classes that day. <br><br> It hurt so badly and not just my legs and eyes, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <<elseif _score gt 4 >> I thankfully was spared full nudity. But standing there <<linkexpand "less than fully dressed...">> <<upper>> <<lower>> <<feet>> less than fully dressed was still shameful. I watched the girls punished and clothes taken away from them as they were left showing their failing.And that wasn't the end. We weren't allowed to move. The girls departed and took turns, slowly walking the circle and ensuring we stood standing, looking at each other to 'learn' about our sisters. To get to know our fellow pledges. To understand our status and station relative to each other. <br><br> My legs hurt. I wanted to sit. Some girls tried and they were //forced// to stay standing with exercise bands or whatever tools were on hand. Some looked crucified as their minds tried to fight the failing of their bodies. <br><br> That night we heard them eating and having a celebratory party in the nearby kitchen. Some of their boyfriends came by and took some time to check out the new pledges. And still we stood. <br><br> The party ended, guys checked us out on their way out or their way up. And still we stood. Would I pass out? Would we be allowed to sleep? <br><br> No. We stood until the morning hours, the girls heading downstairs groggy after a wonderful night's sleep and smiling hello as they came into the room. They waited until they were all assembled and some of them certainly took their time on purpose. <br><br> "Good morning, Ay Dee Pi's." We were handed our clothes and told to dress before //thinking// about leaving the basement. <br><br> I cried in the shower and cried in bed before promptly falling asleep and skipping all my classes that day. <br><br> It hurt so badly and not just my legs and eyes, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br><br> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif _score gt 2>> I wasn't the quickest <<linkexpand "naked...">> <<outfit naked>> naked, but it felt like a bad game of Never Have I Ever. People were shocked at how quick my clothes were off. I should have paid more attention. <br><br> And that wasn't the end. We weren't allowed to move. The girls departed and took turns, slowly walking the circle and ensuring we stood standing, looking at each other to 'learn' about our sisters. To get to know our fellow pledges. To understand our status and station relative to each other. <br><br> My legs hurt. I wanted to sit. Some girls tried and they were //forced// to stay standing with exercise bands or whatever tools were on hand. Some looked crucified as their minds tried to fight the failing of their bodies. <br><br> That night we heard them eating and having a celebratory party in the nearby kitchen. Some of their boyfriends came by and took some time to check out the new pledges. And still we stood. <br><br> The party ended, guys checked us out on their way out or their way up. And still we stood. Would I pass out? Would we be allowed to sleep? <br><br> No. We stood until the morning hours, the girls heading downstairs groggy after a wonderful night's sleep and smiling hello as they came into the room. They waited until they were all assembled and some of them certainly took their time on purpose. <br><br> "Good morning, Ay Dee Pi's." We were handed our clothes and told to dress before //thinking// about leaving the basement. <br><br> I cried in the shower and cried in bed before promptly falling asleep and skipping all my classes that day. <br><br> It hurt so badly and not just my legs and eyes, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br><br> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> And I was one of the quickest <<linkexpand "naked.">> <<outfit naked>> naked. <br><br><br> I stood there, shamed and could feel the cold stare of Shelly behind me. I had made myself look bad and her as well. And that wasn't the end. We weren't allowed to move. The girls departed and took turns, slowly walking the circle and ensuring we stood standing, looking at each other to 'learn' about our sisters. To get to know our fellow pledges. To understand our status and station relative to each other. <br><br> My legs hurt. I wanted to sit. Some girls tried and they were //forced// to stay standing with exercise bands or whatever tools were on hand. Some looked crucified as their minds tried to fight the failing of their bodies. <br><br> That night we heard them eating and having a celebratory party in the nearby kitchen. Some of their boyfriends came by and took some time to check out the new pledges. And still we stood. <br><br> The party ended, guys checked us out on their way out or their way up. And still we stood. Would I pass out? Would we be allowed to sleep? <br><br> No. We stood until the morning hours, the girls heading downstairs groggy after a wonderful night's sleep and smiling hello as they came into the room. They waited until they were all assembled and some of them certainly took their time on purpose. <br><br> "Good morning, Ay Dee Pi's." We were handed our clothes and told to dress before //thinking// about leaving the basement. <br><br> I cried in the shower and cried in bed before promptly falling asleep and skipping all my classes that day. <br><br> It hurt so badly and not just my legs and eyes, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br><br> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <br> <<elseif $UN.greek == "XO">> <<set $People['UN'].SoroSister.name = "Meredith">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> We barely crossed the threshold of the house when Meredith came up behind me with a dark little chuckle and then my view went black. A blindfold. I stumbled as she tied it firmly behind my head, then my hands. I heard girls yelping, crying out, asking why. My heart was <<shake 5s>>pounding<</shake>>. I had no idea what was in store for me, but I had heard stories of hazing and I wondered which ones I would experience. <br><br> Stumbling more as I was pushed down the stairwell. Not intending to make me tumble, but not too careful either. I heard the thudding of a girl down the stairs behind me, and then the scream. Something wrenched, but didn't sound broken. Then the dragging as she was pulled into the basement alongside the rest of us. Unbidden, my brain had the thought: Are we all about to die? <br><br> Then, not kindly, my clothes were stripped from me. <<link "All of them">><<replace "#haze">> <<outfit naked>> It was cold. My nipples rock hard in an instant and I could feel the tile floor on the bare soles of my feet. A girl was whimpering. A couple were sniveling. <br><br> "Alright you sluts. You think you're Chi Oh material? Or are you a Chi Ho." It was the President talking. When she passed me, it came with a shove -- walking too close on purpose and I nearly fell. <br><br> "Your //potential// Big Sis--" the threat clear in her tone, "Is standing right in front of you. Can you feel her checking you out? You don't look so good with your clothes off. Now. We'll be asking you some questions. If you get them wrong. You get punished. If you get them right, you're a step closer to Chi Oh christening. But don't respond too loudly or punishment. She can't hear you? Punished." <br><br> I felt Meredith lean forward, tying my wrists in front of me, "Good girl. Struggling was the first question." Tied, I felt my hands released and then, suddenly I nearly fell over as she gave my pussy a sudden smack smack with her cupped palm, "Good luck." The shock to my clit was like an explosion and it wasn't playful and it wasn't pleasant. <br><br> The questions came rapid fire and I could hear that girls who weren't answering them because they were in pain were not given any respite. But I couldn't focus on them. I had to save myself. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 4>>The sorority leaders names came easily to me, their years, their hometowns. They got into the details, but I had talked to these girls enough that I knew them. I had fucking flashcards.<br><<else>>A paddle. They really were used. Straight across my ass. I squealed. Each wrong name. Each wrong hometown. Details of these girl's lives that didn't seem consequential at the time when I talked with them now really seemed to matter. I'd have welts, for sure.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3>>The skit had actually been laden with nuggets of knowledge and I remembered them. The words, the symbol, the history. Meredith chuckled proudly that her work had gotten across to me.<br><<else>>The air was knocked out of me. //Hard//. I buckled from the knock to the gut. Then, taking advantage of my shock I was hit at the back of the knees and I dropped, then I was kicked in the stomach a couple more times. Meredith was not pleased.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>>The questions about the house came and went with a breeze. I had paid attention and it paid dividends.<br><<else>>I startled and nearly slipped as suddenly the floor was wet. I was wet. I was doused head to toe and my skin tightened, goosebumps raised and I was shivering in the air conditioning. Ice water had been dropped on me for not knowing the fucking layout of the house. I kicked one of the cubes with my toe in defiance.<br><</if>> <br> And then the Rorschach test: How would we respond to certain situations? <br> Frat boy offering you a swig of his flask in class? <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 3>>"No! That's not Chi Oh! You're no Kay Dee. You're better than that." And I was goosed. Something jammed at my anus. I lifted onto my toes and whimpered, instinctively clenched and that did not make it pleasant. I got the point. Less party.<<else>>"Good. Fun without being crazy. Don't bring shame on this house." I heard some girls yelping like stuck pigs. I could only imagine what was happening.<</if>> <br> Horny and a cute boy has his hand down your pants? <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>>"Fucking slut over here. We //value// ourselves. Not ''spoil'' ourselves." Smacked on my clit, this time with something leather. I crumpled to floor and screamed out. Even in this position she found my pussy for another strike. Another. I jerked and almost passed out.<<else>>"Exactly. Make him wait. Make him want. Make him earn you." The screams echoed off the basement walls. It sounded like multiple childbirths at once alongside the sound of fleshy smacks. I shuddered. I got still.<</if>> <br><br> Then the blindfold came off. Girls were dripping. Girls were bruised. No one had gotten out completely unscathed and mascara was down everyone's cheeks. We were handed our clothes and told to dress before //thinking// about leaving the basement. <br><br> I cried that night. The next morning in the shower. It hurt so badly and not just my body, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <br><br> <<elseif $UN.greek == "KKG">> <<set $People['UN'].SoroSister.name = "Lyndsey">> The dining room had been converted into rows of chairs, kind of like a seminar set-up but with more space. They were evenly distributed and arranged in a broad oval, "This is youuu." Lyndsey said as she gave me a little push, dropping me into a chair. And then she was off to the next room. <br><br> There was an uncomfortable laugh that fluttered through the pledges as we were alone, looking at each other and all wondering exactly what we were getting into. <br><br> It wasn't hard to figure it out as Lyndsey and the other girls came back with a handle of vodka each. Shotglasses outstretched in their fingers as they danced back to their pledges. And then I noticed the funnel they brought with them. <br><br> "Question 1." The President called out, a finger aloft. Lyndsey stood behind me, hand sliding into my hair and giving a gentle pull, guiding my chin up. I saw the shotglass full above me. <br><br> <<set _drinks = 0>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 3>>Somehow I had remembered the leaders names, hometowns, their majors. Lyndsey gave me a shot as a 'good job' whereas other girls got them for each wrong answer.<br><<else>><<set _drinks ++>>Fuck. I hadn't paid attention to the leaders' hometowns, names...majors. Lyndsey laughed at each wrong answer and the cold glass hit my lips and the burn dropped down my throat.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3>>Kappa history, our words and symbol. I had it ready and raring. Lyndsey gave me a drink of water, impressed but still yanked my head back by the hair to make me drink it.<br>><<else>><<set _drinks ++>>The house's history? Our motto? Why didn't I pay more attention. The vodka was shitty and I should have eaten something to soak it up before this.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>>I knew the layout of the house. A mental walking tour, passed. Other girls were already retching and the room began to take on a certain smell.<br>><<else>><<set _drinks ++>>They expected me to have memorized the layout of the house on a single walkthrough? I coughed as I tried to swallow down the shots, my head tugged and the clear liquid splashing into my mouth.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value lt 2>><<set _drinks ++>>I hadn't listened well enough and when Lyndsey asked me her own questions, I did not pass. So the vodka passed down my throat. She held my hair back //hard//, offended.<br><<else>>Thankfully I had listened when Lyndsey and I chatted, and her personal questions I passed with flying colors. She even gave me a kiss on my cheek and petted my strained scalp.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lt 4>><<set _drinks ++>>Personality quiz now? Apparently not wanting to get up on the bar and give a show was __incorrect__ and the clothes they expected me to take off were now soaked with the liquor that didn't make it in my mouth.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lt 4>><<set _drinks ++>>Oh, put ''out'' for the Sigma was the right answer. Huh. Pulling the premier frat boys brought honor to Kappa I learned as I downed another shot.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 3>><<set _drinks ++>>I couldn't help myself, I retched. The drinking, the smell of the other girl's bile. I puked and Lyndsey was there, ready to pull me back and help me 'clean my palate' with a shot.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value lt 3>><<set _drinks += 3>>I didn't respond quick enough, excited //enough// to "Wanna be a Kappa?" The yank on my head was vicious and I tasted metal as the funnel hit against my teeth, the vodka glugging from the bottle as it poured down my open gullet.<br><</if>> <br><br> <<link "And me">><<replace "#haze">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->><<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->><<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<if _drinks gt ($HS.addictionLv * 2)>> There was a bucket beside me, thank god. I managed to aim as I spewed. As the game continued I was forced to drink and my body retched it up. They laughed at me. They criticized me. "Can't hold your liquor." "Baby." "Weak." And I tried to muscle through. My muscles were certainly working. My throat burned, my eyes were on fire, my lips split. I couldn't wait until it was over. <br><br> Somehow, I made it home. I don't remember how. I was glad I ended up waking up in my bed that next morning. I smelled like vomit and body odor and I stumbled my way to the shower. I let the water hide my tears as I sobbed. <br><br> It hurt so badly and not just my body, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <<else>> Queasy as I felt, I was thankful for the iron stomach I'd developed over the years. Some girls would need a stomach pump, but I walked out on my own recognizance -- wobbly and stumbling and barely coherent as I was. <br><br> I forced myself to vomit once I got back to the dorms. I heard another girl in the stall next to me and I wondered if she was a KKG as well. I hoped she would survive the night. I hoped I would too. But my body wanted my bed, so I headed straight there. <br><br> I woke up in the middle of the night -- alcohol sleeps -- crying. The next morning in the shower. It hurt so badly and not just my body, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>? <br> <<elseif $UN.greek == "KD">> <<set $People['UN'].SoroSister.name = "Alyssa">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value += 3>> <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>>I was about to lose my virginity. I could smell it in the air. Not how I saw it going down... <br><br> <</if>> Alyssa leaned close as we crossed the threshold, "Now for the fun." I laughed uncomfortably. There was a sinister subtext to the way she said it, and I was concerned about hazing, so I hoped that I would be having fun. <br><br> There were guys inside. I was confused: I thought this was against the rules. "Alright pretty ladies. Beta is our brother frat. We are family and what do we do for family?" <br><br> The guys grinned broadly as they responded, "Anything!" <br><br> "That's right, chickadees. We take care of our family and they take care of us. And our brothers want to welcome their new little sisters." I could see the freakout in so many of the other girls. I wondered if mine was as apparent. We were being whored out to them. I felt the presence of all the girls behind us and the horny energy of all the guys in front of us. I knew that to do anything but go along with this meant not joining the sorority and being a social pariah. <br><br> So I tried to shut off my mind as one of the guys crossed to me, selected and brought downstairs, "Remember. Condoms, boys. We don't know where they've been. And //fuck// we ''know'' where you've all been." Their laughter echoed from the top of the stairs as we were groped and guided down. Me and this shlubby guy -- already thinning hair -- found our way to a couch and we started. My head was in his lap and getting him hard as he and his brothers began to talk about us as if we weren't there. <br><br> They compared us not just to each other, but to previous classes. To the girls upstairs. Some girls were crying, that stopped quick one way or another. Usually just harsh words and firm insistence, but others were more forceful. <br><br> Thankfully, they did use condoms. They. Because it wasn't just hairless shlub. Yeah, he fucked me, but we spent the afternoon down there. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>>Despite how it had begun, I couldn't help but like being out in front of everyone, hearing their comments, wanting their attention. It got me hot and allowed me to get into it.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>>And, not gonna lie, I //love// sex and they were surprised to see my enthusiasm from the get-go. It wasn't well-received by the other girls and did wane by the end of the day -- even at my horniest, too much is too much.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>>They loved the fit between my legs and it started a debate between them as to which of us was tightest. Based on their reactions, I'd say I led the pack.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>>I knew how to throw it back, it was instinctive at this point and while most of the girls dead starfished their way through the afternoon, I was //in// each fuck. Maybe mostly just so it ended quicker, though it also made me a more attractive pick for repeat 'customers'.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>>Annoyingly, I quickly got a rep for being really good with my mouth and so guys even came to me when they weren't interested in having a go, or I was otherwise occupied, just to help them get ready and recover.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>>More than anything else, I was so glad for my easy trigger. And the guys thought they were studs. My legs were trembling after the first hour or so and I could barely move after hour two. I came so many times. I was melted goo and thanking my body for making this a much more pleasurable experience.<br><</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte 7>> <<set $UN.CBC += 15>><<addBody "Balding Shlub from Beta" M>><<addBody "Cute guy from Beta" M>><<addBody "Loser from Beta" M>><<addBody "Redhead from Beta" M>><<addBody "Smelled like beer from Beta" M>><<addBody "Built guy from Beta" M>><<addBody "Kind guy from Beta" M>><<addBody "President of Beta" M>><<addBody "Bluto from Beta" M>><<addBody "Hung guy from Beta" M>><<addBody "Vice President of Beta" M>><<addBody "Secretary of Beta" M>><<addBody "Rush President of Beta" M>><<addBody "Super Senior of Beta" M>><<addBody "Hairy guy from Beta" M>> It was unending. I felt like I was constantly getting shoved from my back to all fours, a new dick in my face before the last one was done. Seeing the same face a couple times. I was a favorite, I was wanted, I was the prize of the day and they took as much as they could, as if this opportunity would never happen again -- it wouldn't. By the end my knees were raw, my hands pruned, my hair an absolute mess. By the end, sex had lost its mystique and allure: more of a function than something to enjoy. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> <<set $UN.CBC += 11>><<addBody "Balding Shlub from Beta" M>><<addBody "Cute guy from Beta" M>><<addBody "Loser from Beta" M>><<addBody "Redhead from Beta" M>><<addBody "Smelled like beer from Beta" M>><<addBody "Built guy from Beta" M>><<addBody "Kind guy from Beta" M>><<addBody "President of Beta" M>><<addBody "Bluto from Beta" M>><<addBody "Hung guy from Beta" M>><<addBody "Vice President of Beta" M>> I was in disbelief. There was no respite. Other girls had pauses to get to the restroom or just take a breather, but I was a highlight for these guys and maneuvered from one to the other. There was another pledge similarly hazed and we looked plaintively across at each other as we rocked from the impact of our new partner. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<set $UN.CBC += 8>><<addBody "Balding Shlub from Beta" M>><<addBody "Cute guy from Beta" M>><<addBody "Loser from Beta" M>><<addBody "Redhead from Beta" M>><<addBody "Smelled like beer from Beta" M>><<addBody "Built guy from Beta" M>><<addBody "Kind guy from Beta" M>><<addBody "President of Beta" M>> I was glad to get a break to go to the bathroom for a breather, but these guys came prepared. They probably had the day on the calendar circled and they were excited to get their dicks sucked and fucked. I saw a good portion of the fraternity that afternoon and knew them far more intimately than I would otherwise have wanted to. <<else>> <<set $UN.CBC += 5>><<addBody "Balding Shlub from Beta" M>><<addBody "Cute guy from Beta" M>><<addBody "Loser from Beta" M>><<addBody "Redhead from Beta" M>><<addBody "Smelled like beer from Beta" M>> I was not picked often, just having to watch my fellow pledges get railed in front of me, beside me. And then some guy would notice that I was 'fresh' and that was good enough for him. Or his pick was busy. <</if>> <br><br> No matter how hung or good the guys were, no matter how much I enjoyed any particular moment of it, the experience had been cold, impersonal and dehumanizing. I cried that night. The next morning in the shower. It hurt so badly and not just my pussy, mouth, throat and my tired legs, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <br><br> <<elseif $UN.greek == "DZ">> <<set $People['UN'].SoroSister.name = "Christen">> I wondered what hazing was going to be like. What the indoctrination of a DZ would be. Would the facade fall and they'd become some sick, sadistic group of witches? <br><br> No. There was a scavenger hunt and we scrambled all over campus to find clues about the girls who'd be our 'big sis' or the other members of our sorority. We learned history, we learned where DZs studied and ate. Meanwhile I heard screams and crying from the other houses on Greek Row. I couldn't help but feel lucky. Very lucky. <br><br> And that was it. Time to become a DZ and leave the rigors of rushing [[behind us|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <</if>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit default>> <<if $UN.rush == true>><<outfit $UN.greek>><<else>><<outfit default>><</if>> Sociology 101 had been kicking my __ass__. No matter whether I studied my ass off or paid attention in class or took notes or...//all// of it...I was pulling Cs. Not a good look for my first Semester. <br><br> And it's shitty! Professor Medina is absolutely ''electric''. He's impassioned and engaging. And each of those grades made me feel like I wasn't just failing myself, but I was failing him. Playful hazel eyes that danced when he gave out weird class activities or coursework. Salt and pepper hair that let him look young while hinted at his age and sophistication. <br><br> I knew some other girls had a crush on him and he was known around campus, whether or not someone had taken the introductory course. It called to memory that moment in Raiders of the Lost Ark when the student blinks "Love You" to Indiana Jones. <br><br> And then came our office <<linkexpand "hours.">> hours. <br><br><br> He held the door open for me, which was weird. I double-checked the ring on his finger: yep, married. And then he leaned forward kindly as we settled into the office. Door closed. "So, how can I help, <<print $CC.name>>?" <br><br> Was I imagining the way he was looking at me? Was it subconscious desire on my part? His? Did it matter? <div id="prof"> <<crossroads #prof>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>> I could try and use it to my advantage and threaten to blackmail him for a better grade. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <br><br> I scooted forward in the chair, letting my thighs part enough to peek as I dug in my bag a //bit// too long for my most recent test. "Well, I could use some help." <br><br> "Mhm." I didn't take the moment to check to see if he was looking, I put the test on his desk and pulled my chair closer. <br><br> "I honestly spent twelve hours preparing for this test--" I flipped through the pages in frustration, "What does this comment even mean?" I dropped an open palm on the test, pointing to some red mark as I finally looked up. I could see his eyes searching mine and I raised an eyebrow. He leaned forward slightly and without calling him out, I sat back and crossed my legs. <br><br> "Well...I guess you aren't going to do well in my class." Oh, really? I began to take notes and not on class, but his behavior with me and other girls. The other ones were playing into it and he loved the attention. He had wanted mine in his office that day and those chickens would be coming home to roost. <br><br> Once I felt I had enough data points, I went to the administration with my journal and left the subtext of talking to reporters under everything I said. They scrambled. They took it incredibly seriously and there was a mediation. <br><br> The dancing had left his eyes. He was vociferous in his defense but he was no longer impassioned. I was grinning inwardly as I felt the power shifting my way. <br><br><br> And so did the [[grades|UN005 - DatingLyfe]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3>> Maybe I could 'bargain' for a better grade. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <<set $UN.professor = true>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <br><br> I scooted forward in the chair, letting my thighs part enough to peek as I dug in my bag a //bit// too long for my most recent test. "Well, I could use some help." <br><br> "Mhm." I didn't take the moment to check to see if he was looking, I put the test on his desk and pulled my chair closer. <br><br> "I honestly spent twelve hours preparing for this test--" I flipped through the pages in frustration, "What does this comment even mean?" I dropped an open palm on the test, pointing to some red mark as I finally looked up. <br><br> We were close. His eyes stared into mine and I saw that light dancing in them. <br><br><br> Oh. //Fuck// //it//. I grabbed his open collar and awkwardly leaned into the edge of my desk. Our lips met and I felt the energy in his kiss that matched what I had seen in his eyes moments before. His hand reached out, trying to steady me as he could tell the uncomfortable angle and hips pressing against the front edge of his desk were not...the best. The cold metal of his ring pressed to bare skin: a reminder of what we were doing. <br><br> And then I felt his fingers dig in. From a helpful brace to lifting me up onto his desk, my ass hitting the desk and the furled test papers underneath me as he hungrily drew me towards him. New cold metal pricked at my skin as I felt the staple at the corner of my poor coursework. <br><br> By that point, I was at the other end of the desk, the backside digging into my backside as <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">> my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> was dragged down my thighs <<else>> his hands found my unprotected mound and started to stroke <</if>>. I kipped my knees up and pulled tighter at his collar -- I could hear some fabric rip. But that might have been his pants with how forceful he was dropping his zipper. <br><br> And then it was to the races, my chin tucked against his neck as he urgently began ramming between my open thighs. There was no time for foreplay or even time for what we were doing. I bit down on my lower lip to contain both the cries of discomfort and pleasure. I felt metal again: his fly, digging in at the supple skin of my mons, but this metal wasn't cold, or maybe that was just the friction. <br><br><br> I think it took a grand total of thirty seconds, my unpreparedness probably making the fit extra snug, plus the excitement and suddenness making his peak simple. He was pumping himself into me as I listened to his heavy, content breathing, his belt buckle rubbing against my lower stomach as he dug himself deep inside me to unload. <br><br> He looked down at me as his cock throbbed, finished. He was searching for a reaction from me so I quickly leaned up and gave him a kiss. He mouthed a "Sorry" and I waved it off. <br><br> I slid off the desk, using my test to try and catch anything that came out and we awkwardly chuckled and tried to find a way to switch gears. I had paper cuts on my ass from my test, but since it was destroyed, he had to give me a new grade...an A. <br><br><br> The other grades fell in line while we continued meeting at hotels and his car. Occasionally, his desk to rekindle the first time, and once -- at his own house when his wife was away. <br><br><br> The other times were //much// [[better|UN005 - DatingLyfe]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Professor Medina">> <br><br> And that was how I lost my virginity. <<else>> <<addBody "Professor Medina" M "Professor Medina">> <<set $UN.CBC++>> <</if>> <<path>> I could try and ignore the sexual undercurrent if he was serious. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <br><br> I scooted forward in the chair, as I dug in my bag for my most recent test. "Well, I could use some help." <br><br> "Mhm." Wait where were his eyes looking? I put the test on his desk and pulled my chair closer, tightened the proximity of my thighs. <br><br> "I honestly spent twelve hours preparing for this test--" I flipped through the pages in frustration, "What does this comment even mean?" I dropped an open palm on the test, pointing to some red mark as I finally looked up. <br><br> We were close. His eyes stared into mine and I saw that light dancing in them. I coughed and pulled back slightly, "I just...don't understand." <br><br> He nodded, the light flickering out in the hazel as he looked down at the red pen, rather than my face. "I can tell...You're just going to have to work harder in my class or you aren't going to do well." <br><br> It was a slap in my face. No offer of assistance, just a declaration that I wasn't good enough. "Harder? Than //twelve// hours for a test? I can't do that for all my classes." <br><br> "You won't." His smile was self-righteous, "Just mine." <br><br> And that's how it went. I dug in and did what I could, cutting time for other classes so I could raise my grades in Sociology. It worked a bit, but once the report card hit, it felt like I had robbed Paul to pay Professor Medina. <br><br><br> Asshole. I guess I'd be the one girl on campus //not// talking about him in a [[positive light|UN005 - DatingLyfe]]. <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> I could tease him. He couldn't touch me but he could really //want// to... <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't an exhibitionist. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <br><br> I scooted forward in the chair, letting my thighs part enough to peek as I dug in my bag a //bit// too long for my most recent test. "Well, I could use some help." <br><br> "Mhm." I didn't take the moment to check to see if he was looking, I put the test on his desk and pulled my chair closer. <br><br> "I honestly spent twelve hours preparing for this test--" I flipped through the pages in frustration, "What does this comment even mean?" I dropped an open palm on the test, pointing to some red mark as I finally looked up. <br><br> We were close. His eyes stared into mine and I saw that light dancing in them. I let the moment last. The moment I saw his muscles tighten -- he was about to try and kiss me -- I pulled back and sighed looking off to the side. I let my thighs stay open and I played with a necklace by my cleavage, "I just don't understand." <br><br> "Oh, it's okay. I have office hours twice a week. How about we make this a regular thing?" I could hear the hope in his voice that eventually he'd be getting between my open legs. <br><br> I wore more revealing clothes to his class, stayed after to flirt and went to every single appointment at his office hours. <br><br> I got to pull back from the twelve hour cramming sessions and never got crammed by him, but my grades did [[go up|UN005 - DatingLyfe]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set _isSporty = Array("gym", "sporty", "cheer", "dance").includes($CC.hsv)>> I sat at my desk between periods and looked down at a doodle that I had done. I don't know what had come over me, but I had written out two columns: Activity and Time. I had listed all my classes, and homework expectations on the left -- oh, and all my other 'time sinks' like eating, sleeping, socializing, partying,<<if $UN.rush == true>> sorority responsibilities,<</if>> and like maintaining myself. On the right was the estimated amount of every week that I'd have to devote to it. <br><br> How had all my time been eaten up? Did Professors //actually// expect me to spend that much time on their classes? Would I fail if I didn't? Luckily, I wasn't running in the red, and there was -- surprisingly -- a little black. Which meant I had could fit something else in. Round out my time with something that fed my soul. <br><br><br> <<if _isSporty>> I really missed being active, so I considered red-shirting a team or otherwise getting my body in motion: <<else>> While I hadn't really cared about it before, the college meals, the drinking, I could feel it was taking its toll, so I considered getting my body in motion: <</if>> <div id="extra"> <<crossroads #extra>> <<path>> Being a college cheerleader wasn't easy business, but it did get a lot of attention and was kind of the highest tier of cheering. No offense to the Dolphins or Cowboys cheer squads. <<contents>> <<set $UN.extracurricular = "cheer">> <br><br> <<if $CC.memories.includes("Cheerleader") || $CC.memories.includes("CheerCaptain")>> While I hadn't been recruited from the high school cheer squad, I had confidence that I had a pretty good shot at the squad even at the collegiate level. <<else>> I hadn't done it before, but I hoped that my athleticism, personality and looks qualified me to be a part of the prestigious squad of our cheerleaders. <</if>> <br><br><br> While the sign ups were open to everyone, I don't think I had experienced so much simultaneous contempt in my life. It was as if the position of looking down their noses was a result of their training. Maybe it was. Oh, boy. Here goes [[nothing|UN004 - Extra2]]. <<path>> There was a female culture of being in the gym whenever you weren't in classes or partying. Staying hotter than everyone else was a full-time job. <<contents>> <<set $UN.extracurricular = "workout">> <br><br> Between classes and especially in the hours leading up to a night of going out, I found my elliptical. I popped in my earbuds and just sweat. The room smelled of mildew and rang with dropping weights -- when the competitive teams weren't lifting weights, there were guys aplenty though they seemed more focused on me and the other girls than they were on a workout. <br><br><br> It was kind of meditative in a way. The thumping of my feet a bass track over the hum of the machine, all underlying the playlist in my ears. I just zoned out and let my body [[burn|UN004 - Extra2]]. <<path>> Could always pick up the discipline of yoga, finally. Feminine and calming while being strenuous and athletic. <<contents>> <<set $UN.extracurricular = "yoga">> <<outfit yoga>> <br><br> While sweating and grunting in the BO-crusted gym was not my idea of a good time, I knew I couldn't //enjoy// college and not focus on staying fit. So, like many who had gone before me, I took up yoga. <br><br> <<image framed "uni.yoga.png">> Exercise while avoiding big muscles, avoid leering eyes of guys (usually), and have an excuse to look super cute in some Alo or Lulu. Vinyasa, hot yoga, I was down for any and all of it. I got a mat, some blocks, but most importantly: the 'fit to get fit. <br><br> It was an escape from the monotony and bubble of college life, while also providing a release and glow. And there was a bit of me that couldn't help but internally smile as I saw other girls confused at how I stayed looking the way I did. They didn't see me at the gym, bouncing away with the rest of them on their stupid ellipticals. <br><br><br> A kind of metaphor maybe: me [[in the flow|UN004 - Extra2]] and them running in place. <<path !_isSporty>> There was the theatre program -- could get my act on, express myself. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't 'athletic' in high school. <<contents>> <<set $UN.extracurricular = "act">> <br><br> We weren't any Julliard, but that meant open auditions. Anyone could join the thespian ranks. And they received me with open arms. One more for their enclave of actors. <br><br><br> Open as it all was, accepting as they appeared to be, didn't stop there from being politics, social hierarchy and their own version of superiority. And most of it rode on the quarterly [[auditions|UN004 - Extra2]]. <<if $CC.hsv == "act">> Couldn't hurt to expand my skills and maybe pursue acting more professionally. <</if>> <<path !_isSporty>> Money to help pay for books, school, things...make sure that <<print $CC.DName>> wasn't getting massive credit card statements and having to have //those// uncomfortable conversations. So, a //job//? <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't 'athletic' in high school. <<contents>> <<set $UN.extracurricular = "job">> <br><br> <<if $CC.hsv == "job">><<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> I don't know if I was really surprised. I'd had a job of one kind or another even before anyone could hire me. Still, there was a part of me deep down that I think hoped that I'd be at school for, ya know, school. But no, looks like I'd be working all my life. <<else>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value += 2>> I didn't //have// to work. That's for sure. Maybe I felt guilty a bit, or felt like since I was getting older I should start putting in my share of effort rather than make <<print $CC.DName>> carry the entire load. Get my hands dirty, see how the other half lived...maybe get some experience before I actually had to work. <<else>> I had been lucky up to this point that I had been supported and not had to get a job yet. It's not like we were flush with cash, but I had been protected from having to grow up too fast. But it was time for me to jump into the deep end and at least get some experience before I //had// to work in a couple of years. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> Few other kids were clocking hours -- especially <<if $UN.rush == true>>my friends<<else>>the kids<</if>> on Greek row, but there was a small contingent of us that were eschewing hours of partying and studying to make sure that we //could// party from time to time. We kept it to ourselves because there was some social capital to be lost when people knew you were a 'peon'. <br><br> There was the perk of getting out of the bubble. So it wasn't all bad having [[my job|UN004 - Extra2]]. <<path !_isSporty>> Could just enjoy a bit of relaxation and keep that black black. A flex 'account' of time and energy (and a little money) as it were, to help out whenever things cropped up. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't 'athletic' in high school. <<contents>> <<set $UN.extracurricular = "none">> <br><br> While other students were filling their 'free time' with other activities, I enjoyed the calm and quiet of the dorm undisturbed. I could take lunch at off-hours, I could shift when I did homework. It gave a flexibility that put me at ease. <br><br> At first, I think people thought I was shy, or overwhelmed, or just burnt out. But if everyone always sees you in your room, or hanging out at the dorm, or just chilling on the Quad, questions start to form: nerd who always studies? is she going to class? Nah. None of the above. And all of the above, kinda. This was my last hurrah before like, real life, and I wanted to enjoy myself and avoid any unnecessary pressure. <br><br> Still, I had to do //something// with the time, even if it was nothing. That whole 'even not making a decision' is '[[making a decision|UN004 - Extra2]]'' kind of concept. <</crossroads>> <br> <<hint>> More paths for yoga, finding a job or just taking more relaxed approach coming next! <</hint>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "act">> The theatre was a converted church, a little black box venue that was overrun by auditioners. Off to one side were people getting into the zone with their earbuds in while people moved around on the raised wooden platform in the middle of the space doing vocal trills and stretching exercises, and then there were those with their noses practically against the corners, reciting their monologues. And then there was the cabal of upper classmen, sitting in the audience and inspecting their 'competition' while they laughed loudly and talked even louder about the roles they had played, or how great each other's performances had been in the last year. Intimidation tactics as much as building themselves up. Everyone had their own way 'in' and you could feel the nerves in the air, sudden pauses in the activity as Professors appeared for a moment -- was the audition starting now? No. They were just grabbing some papers. Now? No, putting their stuff down. <br><br> <<linkexpand "Now.">> Now. <br><br><br> The three Professors who would be our directors sat in the audience, shooing the upper classmen away to join the rest of us -- auspices of parity and fairness, but you could see the smiles and knowing nods. They'd worked together already and the season was crafted only knowing about these students as potential role fillers, not us. We were the question mark. <br><br> Not even bothering sitting down, one of the -- likely seniors -- a zoftig girl with curly red hair stepped confidently onto the platform. She knew the format, so in that way it was a great instruction for the rest of us, name, year, material. And then she launched into Lady Macbeth, wringing her hands and barely holding back tears until the final words. It was passionate, but it felt overly practiced. Her crew applauded and cheered as she stepped off the stage and headed back to the seats. <br><br> One by one, the more confident and older students jumped up to take their turn on the stage. <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2>> Eh, who gives a fuck. I wasn't going to sit back idly while all these older assholes tried to show off. I jumped up onto the stage early and happy to see one of the seniors having to awkwardly find their seat again. <<else>> I waited more til the end, not needing to draw attention to myself and I hoped that the order didn't materially matter for our casting. <</if>> <br><br><br> "Hey, I'm a Freshman, <<print $CC.name>>. And I'll be doing Violet from August: Osage County." <br><br> "...thats where I got it from." <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 8>> <<set $CC.memories.push("Naked on stage")>> "Wow." I don't know what guy said it, but the words hung on the air as the room got even colder. The Professors were shuffling around and the older girls were talking in hushed voices, leaning in together and staring daggers at me. <br><br> I had //killed// it. I couldn't help but smile as I stepped down off the stage and headed back to my seat. Even some of the other first-years were leaning over to say hi and congrats. <br><br> The results posted the next day made me laugh. I had to take a photo at the cast list. Ophelia in Hamlet, Dottie Smith in "Killer Joe", Wendla in the play "Spring Awakening" -- there was a single leading female role I didn't get for the season. I was floored, I was stunned, I was ecstatic. And this was my //freshman// season. I could only imagine how things would go from here. <br><br> The other girls were not talking to me. The guys didn't seem to care. They were all fawning over my audition and I enjoyed the attention. The Professors were all up in my business from moment one. Literally as I was taking a photo of the cast list, a tall man with silvery hair came out. He was awkward, with a stuttering cadence of his speech, "Oh. Good. <<print $CC.name>>. I wanted to find you before we went to far ahead." <br><br> "Sure, yeah, what's up?" I said, my cheeks flushed, my eyes blinking back tears. <br><br> He guided me over into his office and sat me down, "So, you know about our theatre program, yes?" <br><br> "I mean, I auditioned, didn't I?" <br><br> He chuckled, "No, no. We're //very// cutting edge. Even for a small program that we have." He said it proudly, as if it were a rising Yale. <br><br> "Okay..." I wasn't sure what he was getting at. <br><br> "With your talent, I'm sure you know the material of the season?" I shook my head, "Well, it's edgy material and highly sexual. Most of our seasons deal with heady and triggering material." I nodded slowly, "So, you're fine with it?" <br><br> "Oh. Wait. So...I'll be naked. Onstage?" <br><br> "Yes, your roles call for nudity and sex scenes in a couple of places. Ophelia, while not nude, her costuming won't leave much to the imagination. And there are directing suggestions I have for her ultimate scene." I coughed and flushed brighter as the images flooded my imagination. "If you aren't comfortable, we //will// need to recast. And promptly." <br><br> I felt the pressure, I understood that all this sudden and miraculous success rode on me being willing to let any and everyone who felt like showing up for a play to see me naked. Every night of...it sounded like every show I was in. And sex scenes. Jesus. Big ask for freshman girl. But I nodded, not wanting to let go of the opportunity. I'd figure out a way to get through it on my own time. <br><br> The crowds were packed. I didn't know if it was because of the sex and nudity, the quality of the production or what, but every single night we had a full house. Of every show, even Hamlet. I had sex on stage in Killer Joe, in Spring Awakening, and I was encouraged for Ophelia to lean into a sexual relationship with Hamlet. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>>And I'm not going to lie, I was fucking horned up every night with so many eyeballs on me. I offered to do the nudity during our final rehearsals and through dress, which was greatly appreciated by the directors and the male cast. And my Melchior, Hamlet, and Joe loved poking fun of me how clearly aroused I was each night when we got to our scenes.<</if>> <br><br> Despite the prohibition against recording and photography, each night a new video leaked. New pictures circulated. Probably well past my graduation. So...everyone knew what I looked like naked, either first-hand or second. But I was known all around campus and had gotten an unparalleled first year casting. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte 5>> <<set $CC.memories.push("Naked on stage")>> The first thing I heard was the chittering of the girls as they leaned into each other and started giving me the evil eye. I was competition. Cool. That meant a good job, but it also meant I had a target on my back. Eventually, I'd probably end up in that elite group that was judging the other auditioning girls with a extreme prejudice, but for the time being I would have to placate the theatre queens and not burn any bridges. <br><br> The results posted the next day made me grin, while I wasn't going to be Ophelia in Hamlet, but I would be Dottie Smith in "Killer Joe." I guess I had picked the right playwright. <br><br> Then I read the play and realized that...I'd be naked on stage? Would that be okay at this level? Was that expected of me? If I asked would I potentially lose the role? <br><br> Carefully, I found one of the female professors and pulled out the book to show her the scene. She cut me off before I got to even ask the question, "You're okay with being naked, right?" Well, there was my answer. I nodded and ended the conversation. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> And I'm not going to lie, I was fucking horned up every night with so many eyeballs on me. I offered to do the nudity during our final rehearsals and through dress, which was greatly appreciated by the directors and the male cast. And my Joe loved poking fun of me how clearly aroused I was each night when we got to our scenes. <br><br> <</if>> It definitely was a draw. We were packed every single night and there were photos and videos floated around the school -- probably even after I graduated -- of my 'performance' despite the warnings against the use of cameras. So...everyone knew what I looked like naked, either first-hand or second. But I was known all around campus and had gotten a big part my first year. <<else>> A smattering of kind applause, but I could see from the smiles and looks the older actors were giving each other, they were less than impressed. Fuck. Well, I had tried. I'd have a few more years to refine my material and skills and knock it out of the park later on. This wasn't the end of everything. <br><br> And the results posted the next day proved my fears correct. I'd play some one-line roles here and there throughout the season, but I wouldn't be carrying any of the shows. <</if>> <br><br><br> Rehearsals comprised most evenings and weekends, which took away from my feeling of broader connectedness to my class and the student body, but instead I felt a special closeness with my fellow [[theatre kids|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "none">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>><<set UN.test ++>> I got to know the 'breathing' of campus. By being around and apart, I got a sense for the rhythms of school: the rush for meals, between classes, to pre-game before a night's parties, the exodus off campus to hit the town; and the ebb when they were in classes, studying in the library, off at whatever event. And with that came the sympathetic cadence of the non-students: the grounds crew, the instructors and administrators. Sitting on the Quad was like a perch that allowed me to really understand the mechanics of the school. <br><br> People who I didn't know, I //knew//. Who they ran with, who they were into, what their business was. Everyone else was so wrapped up in themselves and what they were doing and who they were with, they couldn't see the trees for the forest. I felt like a voyeur, and I didn't even have to hide. It was exhilarating. <br><br> With that knowledge came power and people began to come to me for advice -- having no clue why my recommendations were so on-point -- or to find out the dirt on people. While I loved having the power, the hard part was that I couldn't just be an open door for anyone. There had to be some gate or the power was gone. So I had to decide what my rules were, who I would help and for what. <br><br> Campus Information Broker <<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> <div id = "broker">My preferred clientele?<br><br> There was something about <<link "snitching">><<replace "#broker">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->><<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> In my mind, we had all come to college to learn and it irked me that some kids -- athletes, partiers, whoever -- felt that they could get away with having extra fun and still achieve good grades. It didn't feel fair to me, so I collected a little dirt here or there and left it for TA's or professors to catch the cheaters. <br><br> Now, people got expelled. Notes, paper writing, and test answer businesses got shut down. Probably entire careers tanked because of //their// decisions that ended them up in hot water. That wasn't the intended outcome, I was just trying to balance the scales and ensure that the people who worked for it got ahead. <br><br> And people knew. They could put the pieces together and trace it all back to me. I lost friends over it, but were they really friends if me doing the __right__ thing was what shut the door between us? I didn't need them anyway. <br><br> <div id = "pay">What did I like to receive in return?<br><br> //I// was the one who saw my academic prospects <<link "improve">><<replace "#pay">> <<set $UN.test ++>> It's not that there was a tit-for-tat. That would have been wrong in its own right. And I didn't ask for anything either. But I think that the teachers appreciated having the scales set right again. It meant that they could do their job without feeling taken advantage of -- students now had to actually put in effort and value their classes. <br><br> On the other hand, it was nice that occasionally I received some partial credit that maybe I wasn't entirely entitled to, or a result on a paper was kinder than it probably should have been. <br><br> Now. Just to be clear, that was //not// why I continued to do it. Just a nice [[perk|UN004- Extra3]]. <</replace>><</link>>.<br> I felt kind of like <<link "Batman">><<replace #pay>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> I was a collegiate vigilante. I was the one who worked outside the system to ensure that the system was working right. I was the one to be feared. And I walked among them, wearing the mask that was me while I kept my secret identity hidden. <br><br> Just saying that hurts a bit. I wondered from time to time if that was the part of me what was Mom speaking. Was that what she enjoyed? Is that what it felt like to be undercover? Was that the exhilaration of being a spy? <br><br> In some ways I was. And my mind wandered to her and my last memories of her. And I hoped that maybe, just maybe, she was just deep [[undercover|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</replace>><</link>>, or at least a private eye.<br> </div> <</replace>><</link>> on students that I enjoyed.<br> People came to me in matters of <<link "love">><<replace "#broker">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Sophisticated'].value ++>> I saw the goings and comings (not that kind) of people around campus and I could connect the dots. At first, I simply offered a couple friends some advice about this girl or that guy they were pining over. And I was right. They were floored. I had saved them from a slut. <br><br> It spread like wildfire that I had some kind of sixth sense or inside scoop on people around campus. I really had to up my game and tune my senses a bit more specifically to what people were up to. In the beginning, I had just been keyed in on a couple of people because I knew my friends were interested and some red flags were thrown. Now it was a case where I needed to know everyone's business. <br><br> But kids at school weren't exactly crafty: they'd get drunk and do or say something stupid, or just think that they were invisible amongst the hundreds of other students. They weren't. I knew who was hooking up with who and people came to me for that knowledge. <br><br> I wasn't about to do it for free, though. This was //work//. <br><br> Just by asking their questions, they were giving me tidbits of information. I knew what they were interested in, I knew who was really being the request. But that wasn't enough compensation. <br><br> Initially, people balked at my request for payment, but when it was their heart (or dick) thinking -- and it always was -- it's amazing at how quick they changed their mind. The information could feed the machine: relationships, dirt, stories. Or it could be things that were more tangible to me and made my life far easier and enjoyable. <br><br> I had to lead them by the nose at first, but once my knowledge started to speak for itself, people started to spill their guts without me asking. I received far more than enough payment then. <br><br> I held the power to decide what they had offered wasn't enough. Free info. I meted out what I deemed necessary and ensured I always got more than I gave. <br><br> And hell, it wasn't bad to be able to control who was hooking up with who -- who had the chances, who was going to fall flat on their face. And I always knew who was interested in me. <br><br> I never was bored, that's for [[sure|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</replace>><</link>>and lust.<br> </div> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "job">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> There were tons of options, especially with the flexibility of classes. I could work late. Get up early. Hell, between classes. I could work weekend, I could load up my credits on a single day. So it really came down to what I //wanted// to do if I was going to find gainful employment. <div id="job"> <<crossroads #job>> <<path>> Nannying was both flexible and lucrative. <<contents>> <<set $UN.job = "nanny">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <br><br> Essentially, I was a babysitter. But being a college student gave me a lot more credibility than other options. And for good reason! When I look back at how irresponsible and idiotic I was just a few years ago, why wouldn't you want to hire someone with a developed pre-frontal cortex, established work ethic and discipline? Well, cost. I commanded a better price because of my qualities and stability, but mostly because I needed to pay for college. On the other hand, they kind of expected me to be available and ready to tutor their kids. A package deal, I guess. <br><br> I found a nice (and wealthy) family not too far from campus. The Reddings were relatively understanding about the flux in my day-to-day and their kids, Darcy and Delvin, were sweet -- and I didn't have to change diapers. Darcy was navigating her way through the awkward, frustrating and hyper-emotional high school years while Delvin was practically my peer. I think that's one of the reasons they picked me: I was a ready-made college counselor for him. Sure, it was weird to be 'babysitting' someone practically my age and it caused for a bit of friction, but I wasn't going to say no to the money. <br><br> Mrs. Redding -- Debbie -- was ready for the empty nest. She filled her days with other activities and seemed to want to avoid parenting any more. She was hell-bent to offload her kids on me as often as she could manage. <br><br> Mr. Redding -- Ned -- seemed like this was maybe his second or third marriage and first foray into family. A business man with a swagger that ready sales, when we were all together, it felt like there were three generations. Me and the kids, Debbie (almost could lump her in with us), and Ned. That's how stark the age difference was. <br><br><br> And the Reddings became my second family. A home away from [[home|UN004 - Extra3]]. <<path>> Office work was less flexible and had weird expectations, but it was 'real'-world experience. <<contents>> <<outfit prude>> /* CLOTHES (Needed): Office Skirt/Blouse */ <<set $UN.job = "admin">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <br><br> After college, likely I'd end up in some sort day-job. I don't think I saw myself in the kind of office that <<print $CC.DName>> worked in, but I figured: hey, I had the opportunity and getting an internship, some skills, something on my resume sooner rather than later couldn't hurt when that eventuality did come to pass. <br><br> Because my life was going to be normal. School straight to typical working adulthood. Of course. <br><br> I applied, got a bit of an office wardrobe, and got a job. My palms were sweaty at the interview -- yeah, just took one -- even though it was practically for the mail room. I was so nervous I'd be rejected, something on my blank page of a resume would set off an alarm and I'd be jobless for the rest of my life. <br><br> But nope, I was a body to fill the role. And I have no doubt that a pretty young girl showing up for the position was far preferable to the white men who ran the office than some brown nosing dude. It had it's own implications, but that's the way of the world, right? <br><br> So I picked up the part-time work and learned some things, found out why mundane jobs were mundane: they were boring as fuck. And a lot of it was finding ways to avoid doing work, looking busy rather than being busy. It kind of made me wonder why jobs even existed if everyone was trying not to do them. <br><br><br> But the paycheck was a good enough reason to keep coming [[back|UN004 - Extra3]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2>> OnlyFans could lead to a lot of money, but was risky that people would find out...and become a college pariah. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough. <<contents>> <<set $UN.job = "OF">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <br><br> It was after the explosion of OnlyFans, to be honest. There were other pretender sites and it had become normalized by the time that I got into it. I remember there being 'cam girls' growing up and now this was the new form that had evolved in the industry. <br><br> And because it was normalized, there was a //lot// of competition. There were so many people on the platform: singles, couples, actual porn stars. People who had long-standing audiences. People who would do anything. <br><br> I knew it was going to be hard to break in, but I hoped that I had something unique to me that would do the trick. Or that guys were just horny enough to want to see someone new, someone younger and 'amateur', someone like me...stumbling my way to finding my OF voice. <br><br> So, I scheduled my time to ensure that I had alone time with no disturbances, made it consistent so people knew when to expect releases from me or when I'd be live. I grabbed a camera and some lingerie and made my gambit to exchange my body for money. <br><br> Part of it was my own sex appeal. Part of it was what I was willing to do and show. Part of it was spending the time to build up a client base. Part of it was teasing and -- not just acting -- some was out and out manipulation. But it was part of the game. <br><br> There was a big learning curve, and while I knew it was going to be hard to keep things under wraps since the internet is...the internet...I didn't realize how much I'd need to leverage social media and that meant far more people knew who I was, on campus, off, back at home. <br><br><br> And I'm certain across the world. It was a double-edged [[sword|UN004 - Extra3]]. <<path ($CC.maleAttention gt 1 && $CC.maleReaction gt 1) || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Older Men")>> I didn't have to //actually// work if I entertained being a Sugar Baby. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't appreciate Older men or their 'appreciation' that way <<contents>> <<set $UN.job = "sugar">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value += 2>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers += 9>> <br><br> There had been articles when I was growing up about how girls were paying their way through college by being 'Sugar Babies.' Some did porn, too. Passe were the girls who 'simply' stripped. Everything was becoming mainstream, so by the time I considered the idea, being a Sugar Baby was kind of legitimized. <br><br> It wasn't //quite// escorting, because I developed only a relationship or two over the years, rather than potentially a bevvy of partners. So it wasn't being a prostitute. It was an exchange. The men didn't want to feel like they were entertaining sex workers when they were being entertained, and I definitely didn't want to think of myself as one. <br><br> Sex wasn't always on the table. There were some girls that we SBs that __never__ had sex with the men they were with. These men were rich and wanted company. <br><br> I was more than happy to provide the company and receive gifts of clothes, jewelry...or just cold, hard cash. And I always had someone in my court when I ran on hard times. They were powerful people in the community and actively cared about me. It was a second support system beyond my friends and <<print $CC.DName>>. I just had to keep any of them from finding out about the Sugar Daddy. <br><br><br> The Sugar Daddy of note in college was Robert Smith III. His name was bland, but there was something about him that kept my attention. It was a two-way street and I never felt pressured or obligated. It was consensual. And maybe it was his [[money|UN004 - Extra3]]. <<path>> And then there was the tried and true restaurant work. <<contents>> <<set $UN.job = "waiter">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> <br><br> It wasn't glorious, but it did the trick. At first, I worked at a chain restaurant where most of the food was microwaved and the turnover in staff was breakneck. But they said yes as soon as I applied and it built up my 'resume'. Eventually, I found my way into a sexy, popular joint in the gentrifying part of town called Two Bridges. <br><br> No matter where I worked, though, my feet ached, I crashed in bed without brushing my teeth or showering probably too often for my own good, and I had occasional awkward run-ins with people I went to school with. <br><br> I was the help, but honestly, that grounded me. <br><br> And there were the perks of a broader group of friends, some free food and drinks, and self-respect. And now, I knew how to carry three plates on one arm. Maybe with a burn mark or two from too-hot plates, but I don't think they were too noticeable. <br><br><br> It also helped that I always had an 'in' someplace when we needed to go out for a good time. Even though it kind of sucked to go where I worked. But that's how I kept afloat throughout [[school|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "cheer">> <<set _cheersucc = 0>> <<if $CC.memories.includes("CheerCaptain")>> <<set _cheersucc += 2>> <<elseif $CC.memories.includes("Cheerleader")>> <<set _cheersucc ++>> This was a far cry from what I had experienced in High School. That felt like someone had //heard// how to be a cheerleader and was doing their best making it up as they went along. Routines were going to be far more complex. And //dangerous//. I'd have far less time to learn them -- the upperclassmen already had the baseline and we had to get there fast before the first game. <br><br> <</if>> Anyone who says that cheerleaders aren't athletes has never even attempted to do what they do. It's not simply dancing and looking pretty. And at the collegiate level, the expectations were probably at the highest in the whole sport. Going pro was the gravy train afterwards. But for now, being a cheerleader would mean weekends and afternoons in the gym and dance rooms, at away games. Not to mention grueling 6 AM workouts and practices that would lead straight into first period classes. It would consume my life. <br><br> I breathed deeply, getting myself together and shaking out my legs as I squared up, ready to be evaluated by the panel. It wasn't other cheerleaders making the decision, these were the coaches and athletic leadership of the school. Shit was //serious//. <br><br> "Alright. Let's see you dance." The Cheer Captain, with a high and tight ponytail, sauntered out in front of us. Without a word, she began a routine. My brain went hard into 'learn' mode, all of a sudden having to retain everything. Each of us was marking slightly as we stood there, looking like twitching marionettes trying to get these moves <<linkexpand "into muscle memory.">> into muscle memory. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills.Learning.value gt 4>> <<set _cheersucc ++>> Another deep breath and I was called to the line with four of the other girls. She counted us in and we broke out into a hybrid of hip-hop, jazz and modern. I couldn't help but give myself a little nod after the first eight count. I had picked up more than I had thought. Not perfect, but having not run the routine before I was happy with the result. "Okay. Again, this time front to back, back to front." A dismissive hand wave as if we all should have understood what she meant intrinsically. We swapped positions in the lines and did it again. Better this time. The practice helped and this time I could add a bit of my personality and confidence. Go wrong and strong, if needed. <<else>> Another deep breath and I was called to the line with four of the other girls. She counted us in and we broke out into a hybrid of hip-hop, jazz and modern. I grunted as I moved, realizing I hadn't retained the routine as well as I had hoped. I tried to catch cues from the other girls, but without being too obvious about it. "Okay. Again, this time front to back, back to front." A dismissive hand wave as if we all should have understood what she meant intrinsically. We swapped positions in the lines and did it again. Better this time. Partially from the practice, partially from following the others, but I still didn't feel confident. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.danceStyles.length gt 1>> <<set _cheersucc ++>> Goddamn was I glad for those lessons growing up. Even though this was a new routine with its own flair and personality, there were commonalities to things I had already done and my body molded to them easily. <<else>> Goddamn, I wished I had spent more time practicing dance before this. It would have given me at least some frame of reference without just having to try these moves from a blank slate. I hoped that my personality would prove enough of an edge -- a unique flair. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills.Performance.value gt 2>> <<set _cheersucc ++>> No matter how the steps looked, I was //giving// it. Attitude. Sex. Confidence. I would put on a show and let them know that I had something to add to anything they threw at me. I was a //performer//. <<else>> As I returned to the line, I felt the strain of my forehead -- I had been frowning and focused the whole time. All that mattered was hitting the moves and doing it right, following her lead and embodying her delivery. I rubbed the creases away and tried to shake off the intensity of those quick couple minutes. <</if>> <br><br> "Alright. Let's see you tumble." She waved out a couple of the sinewy guys from the bleachers behind us. I got a couple of words of guidance from him before he was grabbing me and throwing me through the air. Soaring and falling back into a cradle of arms, hoping that they'd be there each time. A toe touch, spike, straight. Hitting each pose as tight and perfectly as possibly while <<linkexpand "being hurled aloft.">> being hurled aloft. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>> <<set _cheersucc ++>> Legs by my head? Splits? I had those in the bag. Limber was my body's middle name. It came easy and fluidly and no one needed to ask where the expertise came from. <<else>> I winced. I wished I had stretched, or maybe tried some more adventurous positions in bed from time to time. It was a strange transferrable skill, but one that mattered right now. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.height gt 0>> <<set _cheersucc -->> And the guys were huffing, stumbling when I hit their arms and eager to dump me back to the floor. Yeah, I was a tall girl and that meant it was harder to throw me and their force meant I moved less, spun not quite as far. I tried to put my own effort into it, but I'm sure it just looked like they were shitty at their jobs and I wasn't quite in the right position when I posed mid-air. <<elseif $CC.height lt 0>> <<set _cheersucc ++>> I was being flung like a fucking //toy//. They barely grunted as they threw me up and seemed like my weight falling against their arms at terminal velocity didn't even bother them. I had to contain my fear as I was spun so fast and so hard, but I got super high to hit my poses. Being a spinner had its benefits. <<else>> I was worried about them being able to toss me, but they seemed quite used to it. I wasn't small by any means, but they made me feel that way as I hurtled into the air above them and how gently they cradled me back to the ground. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 8>> <<set _cheersucc ++>> I was able to quash all fears, even spinning 'out of control', just focusing on being in the right place, doing the right thing, at the right time. Just assuming and believing that I wouldn't be cracking my head or shattering my leg as I sped back towards the floor. They'd be there. They'd catch me easily and safely. I could deal with a few bruises and friction burns. <<else>> I couldn't help but flinch feeling out of control as I was sent towards the ceiling. Would they be there to catch me? Would it hurt? Yeah, it'd hurt. And I tried to force the sensation down, to subsume my fear and natural instincts as best I could. Just focus on doing what I needed to do. <</if>> <br><br> And then I was shooed over to a gymnastic mat and did a round-off, handspring and handstand. It felt so weird to be doing this alone, all eyes on me, but considering that being a cheerleader was all eyes on you at all times, it was just the situation that felt off, <<linkexpand "I guess.">> I guess. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 2>> <<set _cheersucc ++>> I stunted with aplomb, smiling as I stuck the landing each time, doing my best Simone Biles with my arms up and shining proudly. I even ended things with a little high-kick, foot to my face to show just how able and capable I was. <<else>> My turns came a little too slow, my footing wasn't quite under me. A couple stumbles as I hit my landing, a little unsure on my placement as I twisted and maneuvered. But I completed the set as best I could, nodded and bowed to the judges and assumed my place back with the other girls. <</if>> <br><br> We stood there after the last girl finished with her mat sequence. Awkwardly wondering what was happening next. We looked to little miss Captain as she paced a bit, zoning out herself as the judges deliberated. Oh. They were looking at us. The last part of the puzzle. Did we //look// the part. I just had to hope that I was hot enough and couldn't help comparing myself to the girls beside me in the moment. Maybe I should hit the gym a bit more. My tummy tightened instinctively, my hips cocking back to accentuate my ass and I slightly pidgeoned my chest. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> <<set _cheersucc ++>> <</if>> <br><br> "Great job, girls. Thanks for coming out." Leaning forward, clapping at us as if we were a stand full of hands. I guess it became second nature at a certain point. <br><br> The walk out of the gym was quiet, not even a convivial complaining fest with the other girls. We were just sweaty girls and some of us would make it and some of us wouldn't. <br><br> <<linkexpand "And I...">> And I... <br><br><br> <<if _cheersucc gt 5>> <<run $CC.memories.push("CollegeCheer")>> <<set $SMfollowers += 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value += 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value += 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value += 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value += 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value += 2>> <<set $UN.test -->>/* MIRA TODO : Phone Text Opp Here, no content yet */ Made it! A crazy early text message woke me the next morning giving me the news, but also telling me where to be for my first practice. That was fast. <br><br> I was fucking floored and, not going to lie, a bit dreading the amount of time I had just agreed to give up, but I was on the squad, which meant four years of being one of the most elite girls on campus. A celebrity of the college variety, and hell, some notoriety on weekly sports TV and [[online|UN004 - Extra3]]. <<elseif _cheersucc gt 4 && $Body.hair !== "blonde">> I grunted as I was woken up the next morning, "We're considering you. We're going to our first practice. Show up tomorrow blonde or don't show up at all with that shitty hair of yours." Appearance was everything and I'd need to change myself to be accepted to the squad. It hurt because there was even a //redhead// already cheering, and this bitch was auburn at best, but the ultimatum had been made and I guess I hadn't done well enough. Or this was hazing. Either way... <br><br> <div id ="hair"> Go <<link "blonde">><<replace "#hair">> <<run $CC.memories.push("CollegeCheer")>> <<set $Body.hair = ("blonde")>><<set $SMfollowers += 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value += 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value += 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value += 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value += 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value += 2>> <<set $UN.test -->> If that was the only thing preventing me from being one of them, I'd do it. I went straight to the salon and had them do their magic. <br><br> And the next day, I showed up at the dance hall, location she had sent by text. /* MIRA TODO : Phone Text Opp Here, no content yet */ There was a proud smile on her face watching me come in, bleached and changed. She nodded and invited me in, "Everyone, say hi to our last newbie, <<print $CC.name>>!" <br><br> It was a rough and trying four years, but I think it was all worth it, looking back. And I even got really used to having blonde hair after all. Maybe she had done me a [[favor|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <br> Go <<link "home">><<replace "#hair">> <<set $Stats.Skills.Social.value ++>> <<set $UN.test ++>> I wasn't going to subject myself to that bullshit. I was who I was and if they didn't like me, I didn't want to be a part of them. I rolled over and gladly went back to sleep. <br><br><br> I didn't have much to fill my time with now, falling short of the big swing for being a cheerleader, but it gave me more time to focus on classes. And I made friends on my own without the aegis of 'cheerleader'. Fuck [[that|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <br> </div> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills.Social.value ++>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <<set $UN.extracurricular = "none">> <<waiting 3s>> <<timed 3s>> My phone was silent. My email? Empty. I hadn't made the team. And try as I might to convince myself otherwise, when the first game rolled around and I saw the cheerleaders and the new blood, my heart sank. Those girls were better than me. No more fooling myself. I had to accept that I hadn't made the cut. <br><br><br> I didn't have much to fill my time with now, falling short of the big swing for being a cheerleader, but it gave me more time to focus on classes. And I made friends on my own without the aegis of 'cheerleader'. Fuck [[that|UN004 - Professor]]. <</timed>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "workout">> <<outfit gym>> Before classes, I'd roll out of bed, not needing to shower because I'd do that later. I'd throw on my sneakers and run down to the gym. Even at that early hour, the space was slammed with people. Gym bunnies and workout bros. Weights would be slamming, there would be the constant hum of treadmills and grunting. Some of them were part of the athletics department, the rest were like me: taking every opportunity to ensure I stayed looking good. <br><br> And then after classes -- yes, it wasn't just a one time a day thing, slacker -- was when //everyone// was in the gym. All the normies trying to get a sweat on before replacing it with a quicker buzz that evening. It was far less efficient than the morning workouts, but it was necessary, if only to decompress and put an end-point to the school day. <br><br> No matter the time of day, everyone affected mostly a 'in the zone' attitude, focused entirely on the wall in front of them or completing the set. Some were in little dyads or triads and laughing and joking together but in their own world. But. Let's be honest. We were all sweaty, mostly wearing little to nothing and bouncing. And straining. And grunting. And these were some of the fittest people on campus. It was a meat market. We were looking. And enjoying looking and being looked at. <div id="workout"> I'd start with... <<crossroads #workout>> <<path>> The elliptical. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <br><br> Even with earbuds in, the hum of the machine had a meditative quality. The pace of my pumping legs in time with the music in my ears -- it was easy to zone out. There'd be that wall that you'd hit when you really didn't want to put in the effort, but eventually it would simply fall away to the endorphins and that my mind was able to wander. I could plan my outfits for the weekend, I could exercise the demons of whoever might have been pissing me off at the moment. I could even forget about Mom for a bit. <br><br> And having nothing else to do, it wasn't just my mind that wandered. My eyes took in every new body that walked into the gym. The regulars, the ones that I wanted to look like, the ones I wanted to see naked (might have been the same people). I wasn't all horned up and imagining hooking up with them, but when you had a brain with nothing else to do, the lizard part woke up and couldn't help checking out potential partners. <br><br> I'm not alone in the thinking, because being on the machine was kind of like being on a pedestal. Swaying and bounding in front of everyone else, the mirrors giving two views at once. And their perving could be 'hidden' with the vacant between-set look. The scan. Or they wouldn't hide it at all, eyes smiling as they watched my <<if $Stats.BodyTraits == "tits">>firm chest, not needing the sports bra -- providing just contour and cleavage --<<elseif $Body.tits == "small">>perky little chest, probably looking like a board with the sports bra on,<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>tits swaying slightly under the binding of my sports bra, peek of cleavage hinting at what they normally looked like,<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>sports bra being essential to my running, holding back the weight on my chest as they threatened to pop out,<<elseif $Body.tits == "huge">>girls heaving up and down, back and forth, arguing about how much of my bodyweight they comprised,<</if>> bouncing with each swing of my legs. <br><br> <div id="workout2"> And then I'd finish off with... <<crossroads #workout2>> <<path>> Strength training. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <br><br> Don't act like I'm some basic bitch. I know that the true source of fitness, keeping slim and tight, is solid attention to weight training. The skinny fats that would only jump on the treadmill that, sure, looked slender, but they couldn't compete for the definition and tone that I had. <br><br> Squats and deadlifts <<if $Stats.BodyTraits == "ass">>to really accentuate my ass, making sure it was absolutely //killer// no matter what I wore. Gotta enhance the bits you've got.<<else>>to build out my rear -- didn't want no pancake<</if>>. Free weights for my arms. Planks and hitting the mats to ensure my core was tight. And then there were the machines for my thighs and calves, cutting down on cellulite and jiggle where weight always seemed to find its way. <br><br> It wasn't entirely a solo activity. There were always offers to spot me on sets, or the 'helpful advice' on my form or what exercises I should be doing. While they were flexing. While they were smiling. While they were touching me unbidden. But it was fine. Gave them an excuse to chat me up and because we were in public I could shut it down if I wanted to. <<path>> Socializing. <<contents>> <br><br> I'd get a little tired, or a little bored, or working my body that hard had gotten my heart beating. And so I'd sidle up to someone I knew and lean against their machine while I chatted. And probably had someone else nearby in mind. Trying to make eye contact and judge whether or not they were interested as well. <br><br> Hey. Don't judge. Where else were you going to find a better place to scope out exactly who looked good naked? It was like a self-selecting group of people who ''cared'' about how they looked and being with people who looked similarly. <br><br> And so my friend would move on in their circuit and leave me the opportunity to walk by my interest, or leave me available and alone. And then neither of us would be working out, just hanging out by the machine, flirting and getting to know each other. Finding out what they were doing later, where they hung out. <br><br> Sometimes I'd give my number. Sometimes it was just for fun. <<contentsShared>> <br><br><br> My time at the gym would eventually come to a close and rather than go back to shower where I lived -- who wanted to walk sweaty and dirty that whole way when there was a perfectly good option just down the hall -- I'd pop into the showers at the gym. Still industrial, but they were geared to the athletic department so the water was always high-powered and hot. The bathrooms were spotless and I didn't have to worry about when the last cleaning had happened. The soap was better. The towels were better. <br><br> Or, if I had a little extra time I'd swing by the sauna, sweating out some extra water and sitting <<linkexpand "naked with the other girls.">> naked with the other girls. <<outfit naked>> <br><br> Doubtlessly, someone <<if $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value gt 3>>(usually me) <</if>>was talking about their most recent fuck. What it was like, if they were going to be the new toy or just a fling. And of course being fully on display meant there was a full-on comparison and critique of each other's traits. It was here I envied men. They just were hung up on their package. There were so many other things to compare and feel inadequate when you looked at another naked woman. <br><br><br> With an exquisite body tired, clean and shiny, I'd head back home feeling better than I had an hour or two before. God. Working out was fucking [[fantastic|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Strength training. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <br><br> Don't act like I'm some basic bitch. I know that the true source of fitness, keeping slim and tight, is solid attention to weight training. The skinny fats that would only jump on the treadmill that, sure, looked slender, but they couldn't compete for the definition and tone that I had. <br><br> Squats and deadlifts <<if $Stats.BodyTraits == "ass">>to really accentuate my ass, making sure it was absolutely //killer// no matter what I wore. Gotta enhance the bits you've got.<<else>>to build out my rear -- didn't want no pancake<</if>>. Free weights for my arms. Planks and hitting the mats to ensure my core was tight. And then there were the machines for my thighs and calves, cutting down on cellulite and jiggle where weight always seemed to find its way. <br><br> It wasn't entirely a solo activity. There were always offers to spot me on sets, or the 'helpful advice' on my form or what exercises I should be doing. While they were flexing. While they were smiling. While they were touching me unbidden. But it was fine. Gave them an excuse to chat me up and because we were in public I could shut it down if I wanted to. <div id="workout2"> And then I'd finish off with... <<crossroads #workout2>> <<path>> The elliptical. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <br><br> Even with earbuds in, the hum of the machine had a meditative quality. The pace of my pumping legs in time with the music in my ears -- it was easy to zone out. There'd be that wall that you'd hit when you really didn't want to put in the effort, but eventually it would simply fall away to the endorphins and that my mind was able to wander. I could plan my outfits for the weekend, I could exercise the demons of whoever might have been pissing me off at the moment. I could even forget about Mom for a bit. <br><br> And having nothing else to do, it wasn't just my mind that wandered. My eyes took in every new body that walked into the gym. The regulars, the ones that I wanted to look like, the ones I wanted to see naked (might have been the same people). I wasn't all horned up and imagining hooking up with them, but when you had a brain with nothing else to do, the lizard part woke up and couldn't help checking out potential partners. <br><br> I'm not alone in the thinking, because being on the machine was kind of like being on a pedestal. Swaying and bounding in front of everyone else, the mirrors giving two views at once. And their perving could be 'hidden' with the vacant between-set look. The scan. Or they wouldn't hide it at all, eyes smiling as they watched my <<if $Stats.BodyTraits == "tits">>firm chest, not needing the sports bra -- providing just contour and cleavage --<<elseif $Body.tits == "small">>perky little chest, probably looking like a board with the sports bra on,<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>tits swaying slightly under the binding of my sports bra, peek of cleavage hinting at what they normally looked like,<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>sports bra being essential to my running, holding back the weight on my chest as they threatened to pop out,<<elseif $Body.tits == "huge">>girls heaving up and down, back and forth, arguing about how much of my bodyweight they comprised,<</if>> bouncing with each swing of my legs. <<path>> Socializing. <<contents>> I'd get a little tired, or a little bored, or working my body that hard had gotten my heart beating. And so I'd sidle up to someone I knew and lean against their machine while I chatted. And probably had someone else nearby in mind. Trying to make eye contact and judge whether or not they were interested as well. <br><br> Hey. Don't judge. Where else were you going to find a better place to scope out exactly who looked good naked? It was like a self-selecting group of people who ''cared'' about how they looked and being with people who looked similarly. <br><br> And so my friend would move on in their circuit and leave me the opportunity to walk by my interest, or leave me available and alone. And then neither of us would be working out, just hanging out by the machine, flirting and getting to know each other. Finding out what they were doing later, where they hung out. <br><br> Sometimes I'd give my number. Sometimes it was just for fun. <<contentsShared>> <br><br><br> My time at the gym would eventually come to a close and rather than go back to shower where I lived -- who wanted to walk sweaty and dirty that whole way when there was a perfectly good option just down the hall -- I'd pop into the showers at the gym. Still industrial, but they were geared to the athletic department so the water was always high-powered and hot. The bathrooms were spotless and I didn't have to worry about when the last cleaning had happened. The soap was better. The towels were better. <br><br> Or, if I had a little extra time I'd swing by the sauna, sweating out some extra water and sitting <<linkexpand "naked with the other girls.">> naked with the other girls. <<outfit naked>> <br><br> Doubtlessly, someone <<if $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value gt 3>>(usually me) <</if>>was talking about their most recent fuck. What it was like, if they were going to be the new toy or just a fling. And of course being fully on display meant there was a full-on comparison and critique of each other's traits. It was here I envied men. They just were hung up on their package. There were so many other things to compare and feel inadequate when you looked at another naked woman. <br><br><br> With an exquisite body tired, clean and shiny, I'd head back home feeling better than I had an hour or two before. God. Working out was fucking [[fantastic|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "yoga">> <<outfit yoga>> Vinyasa flow and a overly hot room were //fantastic//. I pressed my heels to the mat and twisted my body as I lengthened and...breathe. People don't really give yoga the credit it deserves: it's way harder than it appears. It truly is an athletic endeavor and was always pushing my limits further and further. <br><br><br> I tried out a bunch of places before settling in on where I'd practice. I had to ensure I liked the teacher, liked the flow, and liked the community. <br><br> There were a couple of options for where I was going to take classes: <div id ="yoga"> <<crossroads #yoga>> <<path>> The local spot run by a patchouli couple out of their attic. <<contents>> <<set $UN.sora = 1>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Athletics"].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Coordination"].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Sophisticated"].value -->> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Pliant Limbs')>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push['Incredible Flexibility']>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push['Pliant Limbs']>> <</if>> <br><br> Sure, it was a little weird rolling up to a house. There was the cluster of mostly older women -- but far more diverse than I expected the 'white wife' practice to be -- waiting on the front steps of just your average little ranch house that I would join until Rolly would come down, give us a Namaste and allow us into their home. <br><br> Our shoes were left by the door. It smelled like the incense had soaked into the frame of the house. We would walk up the creaking stairs to join Sora who was already stretching and moving on her mat, barely taking notice of our entrance. <br><br> It wasn't Enya, but there were definitely pan flutes and sounds from nature on the soundtrack as we settled into place, rolled out our mats soundlessly and relaxed into the early moments of our session. <br><br><br> "Thank you for taking the time and energy to be compassionate and loving with yourself." Her voice sounded warm and raspy at the same time. "Now, I invite you to join me in Adho mukha svanasana." <br><br> The room would soon be alive with deep breathing, groans and exclamations of release. I was astounded at how some of these women -- in their 60s -- could move better than I did. And I thought I had youth on my side. But slowly and surely, I started to be able to hold my own. <br><br> Sora's hands were both gentle and firm as she came around to guide us into proper position or add some external pressure to help us lengthen. She never made me feel like I was the only one who needed the help, though in the early days, I certainly was. <br><br> I came to enjoy the wet-wood smell of that attic. Whether that was from years of rainfall, or years of people sweat soaking in, I couldn't tell. I found the places where my eyes would focus as I would hold and push through an extension. And, eventually, I found a way to endure the fact that there were no showers or locker rooms. We left the way we came, but now sticky and tired, heading back to our worlds to clean up and change. <br><br> "Now, take a moment to thank your body." And with that, our sessions would end, in Balasana and a deep OM. Tears usually dripped from my face onto my mat alongside the sweat dripping off the loose strands of my hair. <br><br><br> I blamed the fact that I usually cried at the end of a session on my tight hip flexors needing that release, but I knew deep down the motherly energy of Sora touched me a bit too close to home. Maybe it was a form of therapy. It didn't hurt enough not to return, and I enjoyed getting off campus and welcomed so genuinely [[a few times a week|UN004 - Extra3]]. <<path>> The college classes that were already included in tuition and still on campus. <<contents>> <<set $UN.sora = 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Athletics"].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Coordination"].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Pliant Limbs')>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push['Incredible Flexibility']>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push['Pliant Limbs']>> <</if>> <br><br> Sure, it felt like a little bit of a cop-out to be in the gym without going to the gym. But it was easy to get to and I felt surrounded by my peers. It was very casual too: no attendance, no fees, no expectations. I'd plop my mat down, chat a little with the girls next to me and then get admonished by the beleaguered post-grad, Sora, who was clearly doing a work-study program. <br><br> I liked how we could watch ourselves in the mirrors -- it doubled as a dance studio -- because I could check the others and see where I might be off in my positioning, or really check myself out and see the journey I had been making. <br><br> I didn't like how others could watch me in the mirrors. It was not as single-gender as I had expected or wanted and there were more than a few joiners who were not taking the practice seriously and would find their ways to do half-assed flow with prime real estate for mirror-gazing or right behind me to watch my thighs frame my pussy or pants grip at my tense legs and ass. It was annoying but there was little I could do about it. <br><br> Sora had a little boom box by her setup that gave us some rhythm to guide us through our flow. Otherwise, the room was essentially quiet, listening to our own breathing or trying to avoid making a grunt or other noise that could be misinterpreted by the incels around me. <br><br><br> Occasionally, Sora would walk around and find the girls who were regulars, like myself, and whisper kindly into our ears and make little adjustments with her hands. It was like there was a little enclave within the larger group. The serious kids. And we were the ones making significant improvement to our practice. <br><br> Eventually, I hardly noticed the guys except the couple who came here to actually practice yoga. I didn't care any more what views the other men were getting or what they were doing with those images later. I really enjoyed that I could literally step outside the room and head straight into the showers for a rinse off and change. Best, though, was how close my dorm was to crash afterwards. <br><br> We'd end with laughing our way through child's pose, grabbing at our toes and rolling back and forth and then we'd disperse until the next time. <br><br><br> My favorite moment of all, though, was walking through the hallway of the gym after a good session and seeing the comparative looks by all the skinny-fat girls who were salivating over my tone and knowing they were driving themselves crazy wondering why they hadn't seen me exercising with them moments ago. It was [[fantastic|UN004 - Extra3]]. <<path $CC.wealth gt 3>> Or at the hip, elite club that was members-only and in the ritzy part of town. <<contents>> <<set $UN.sora = 3>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Athletics"].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Coordination"].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Sophisticated"].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills["Social"].value ++>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Pliant Limbs')>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push['Incredible Flexibility']>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push['Pliant Limbs']>> <</if>> <br><br> So, unsurprisingly, I joined the <<if ["white", "fair"].includes($Body.skin)>>other <</if>> white girlies and headed down town to get our downward dog on. The place was immaculate, we could leave our mats and blocks to be washed after every session, and we had the best teachers in town. I had been assigned to one of the older ones, Sora, which at first I took as a hit to my pride until I realized that with age came experience. <br><br> She was no nonsense and always started exactly on time. Our flows were faster and she pushed us harder, like there was a competition between her and the other instructors and as if there were some competition or grading later. I certainly hoped there wasn't. <br><br> At times, I wished that I could have been with one of the younger instructors where it felt like it was social hour, some light training and exercise, but essentially a breeding ground for society. Instead, I saw them lightly powdering their noses and chattering in the locker room afterwards while I came out looking like a soaked St. Bernard. <br><br> But I did notice the difference between us. They were getting slightly softer, and I was getting tighter, harder, leaner and had a bit of spring to my step. I found greater energy in my days and nights and slept better than I had in years. <br><br> When Sora came around to guide us individually through posture and adjustments and it felt a little like a gymnastics or dance class, as she would really apply the pressure until it hurt. But it hurt //good//. <br><br> And maybe she was so exhausting because she knew that this club came with its own pampering. A massage afterwards? Gratis. Facials? Monthly. The top of the line moisturizers and skin care products in the showers? Stocked. It was a like a spa, but Sora made us earn it. Even though we certainly paid for it too. <br><br> I always left shaking, muscles pushed to the edge of exhaustion, but that made it easier to not bother talking afterwards and really enjoy the comfort of being home when I got there. <br><br><br> And it was certainly nice to feel the jealousy of the girls who knew where I went and that they couldn't afford it. No matter how hard Sora made it, simply going gave me [[class|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</crossroads>> <<if $CC.wealth lte 3>> ...I really couldn't afford the elite Yoga club downtown. <</if>> </div> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit default>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "act">> <div id="greenroom"> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -= 2>> So it was more than just getting to enjoy the performances, the craft, the art of it all. We had a tight-knit community. We were //forced// to be together throughout our lengthy rehearsals, classes, performance nights, but we also chose to eat together, hang out together and party together. We'd have fun even in the Green Room as we waited for our time in the scene shop, or our group to be called to rehearsal. <br><br> The Green Room was our backstage area. Old, beat-up couches and chairs that were probably used in productions as needed, but served as a place where no one else at school knew to come to hang out. It was private, it was cozy, it was ours. We'd bring in our food, our scripts, our homework and hang out with whomever was there until the late hours. They never locked it up on us as long as we took care to treat it as the sacred space that it was. <br><br> Killer Joe was a smaller production, just a five-hander, which made it a great one to start the season with -- less people to direct, get up and ready to run the show, and a lot less overhead in making the play go. <br><br> <<if $CC.memories.includes('Naked on stage')>> By the time that Killer Joe got to opening night, I had gotten very comfortable being naked around the theatre staff and actors. Because, well, I had to be. <br><br> And when we got towards the end of the show, I didn't feel like rushing back and forth from the dressing room, so I just stayed <<linkexpand "naked...">> <<outfit naked>> naked and chilled in the Green Room with my homework or on my phone while I waited for the scene where Joe and I would have sex on stage. <br><br><br> "Hey, <<print $CC.name>>." I looked up from my phone, seeing our Joe -- a gorgeous senior with striking blue eyes and a physique that spoke to spending as much time at the gym as he did on his script -- walked in to join me...naked too. <br><br> "Hey, Matt." My eyes dropped to his semi-erect shaft, swinging side to side as he walked -- I was surprised, "Not wearing the modesty belt tonight? Or just putting it on later?" I laughed, though I was looking at his uncut cock, I tried to play it off. <br><br> "You don't." He motioned towards the fact that everything was on display, sitting, feet tucked under me on the couch. <br><br> "I don't think I was given the option?" I laughed and rolled my eyes. He sat down next to me, his cock definitely hardening. During our scenes I could feel his arousal every time we rehearsed and performed, and now I could see what I had been feeling under the cloth. <br><br> "Well, you look amazing." His cock throbbed, his hand sliding onto my thigh. <br><br> "And //that//," my hand palm up towards his rigidity, "Is why guys need the belt...nothing to hide for women. And not like you could be actually sticking it inside me." <br><br><br> He smiled, shifting his hips towards my palm, "No?" <<crossroads #greenroom>> <<path>> A little practice to make our acting more realistic? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<addBody Matt M "Matt, my Killer Joe, in the Green Room">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <br><br> My hand wrapped around his shaft and he grunted in that way he did on stage. Hm. So that was real. I wondered what else was him versus his character as we reoriented ourselves on the old suede couch. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> I knew that asking for a condom right now was absolutely ridiculous, "You better fucking pull out." <br><br> He nodded, "Of course!" <br><br> <</if>> "We gotta be quick." He nodded again, finding my entrance and using the reasoning of 'quickness' to just shove it in. He was strong and he was hard and my pussy was just a soft fleshy place that was forced to accept it. His Killer Joe was rough and unromantic, so was this. He held me down by the shoulders, my head crammed up against the arm of the couch as he leaned high over me, the gorgeousness of his form and muscles working as he speared himself inside me. <br><br> My hands grasped his wrists, holding back as best I can, holding myself open for him and realizing we weren't alone. That wasn't too surprising, but having him beating his cock inside me as my body was waking up to the prospect of sex had me a bit shaken. <br><br> It was one of our stage hands, another Freshman that hadn't gotten cast and was in charge of making sure we got on stage at the right time, moved set pieces around -- the grunt work. And here we were doing a different kind of grunt work. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> Oh. I couldn't help but smile, making full eye contact with her as I lightly curled my legs around his back and made a bit of a show of it. <br><br> I watched her reaction, in some ways being able to see how we looked banging into each other through her eyes. I let myself start to gasp and yelp, adding to the live sex show. <br><br> "Close," was his only response. And he was close. He reached down, hand roughly grasping at my crotch as he tugged himself out suddenly and began to jerk his cock using my juice, pressing his cockhead against the top of my mound as his thick white load spurted up my stomach. <br><br> I bit my lower lip, looking at the stage hand that ducked slowly back out of view while Killer Joe finished cumming. I looked down at the mess he had made on me and knew I couldn't go out on stage like this, scrambling out from under him and pushing right past that stage hand as his cum started to streak down my bare skin<<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">> and into my pubic hair, making a sticky matting, clumping it<</if>>. <br><br> Popping into the bathroom quickly I splashed water on me and blotted against my skin, wiping as best I could. "Dottie to places." That was me. Fuck. <br><br> Whatever the state I was in, I //raced// down the hallway to where I needed to be. <br><br> On stage, moments later, Killer Joe was much less into it, and though I was red-faced and panting which gave it realism, it didn't have the same intensity that we had rehearsed with. Not our best show and as his modesty belt hit against my aroused and sore slit, I resolved to not repeat that again. <br><br> I always smirked at the stage hand and I think it remained a secret between her and me. Don't know if she was stunned into discomfort or enjoyed having watched. I never asked. <br><br> I don't think Matt and I knowing how it really felt to fuck made our future performances better, and Matt didn't make any overtures again. <<else>> "Matt." I gasped out under his urgent fucking. My <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes absolutely wide with my freak out. I hadn't thought about //this// happening. <br><br> He shook his head, "Close," was his only response. And he was close. He reached down, hand roughly grasping at my crotch as he tugged himself out suddenly and began to jerk his cock using my juice, pressing his cockhead against the top of my mound as his thick white load spurted up my stomach. <br><br> I bit my lower lip, looking at the stage hand that ducked slowly back out of view while Killer Joe finished cumming. I looked down at the mess he had made on me and knew I couldn't go out on stage like this, scrambling out from under him and pushing right past that stage hand as his cum started to streak down my bare skin<<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">> and into my pubic hair, making a sticky matting, clumping it<</if>>. <br><br> Popping into the bathroom quickly I splashed water on me and blotted against my skin, wiping as best I could. "Dottie to places." That was me. Fuck. <br><br> Whatever the state I was in, I //raced// down the hallway to where I needed to be. <br><br> On stage, moments later, Killer Joe was much less into it, and though I was red-faced and panting which gave it realism, it didn't have the same intensity that we had rehearsed with. Not our best show and as his modesty belt hit against my aroused and sore slit, I resolved to not repeat that again. <br><br> I never made eye contact with our stage hands for the remainder of the show, only assuming that they talked and that the story was being whispered about behind out backs. I never brought it up and no one else did either, luckily, so I was able to forget about it eventually. Kind of. <br><br> I don't think Matt and I knowing how it really felt to fuck made our future performances better, and Matt didn't make any overtures again. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = "Matt, my Killer Joe">>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <<path>> No, this was the sacred space and anyone could walk in. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> "No." I looked at him firmly. His cock flexed hard, the built up anticipation releasing and then he started to deflate. <br><br> "S-sorry." He jerked up off the couch and retreated. I knew that I shouldn't say anything or bring it up again. Just a moment that came and passed. I went back to my phone and he wore his belt from then on, though he usually sat in the Green Room with me to enjoy my nudity at every opportunity. <<contentsShared>> <br><br><br> Just a few moments and memories I had from my time outside from class. And thank god for it, because school was making me [[crazy|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> And while I wasn't cast in the show, I was doing my first-year duties as a stagehand, in a black shirt /* TO DO: CLOTHES - Tech Outfit */ and pants to be unseen, shuffling around the set pieces and helping the actors as needed. <br><br> We were gearing up for the explosive end of the show and I had a little bit of time before I was needed to help, so I headed on back to the Green Room. I was stopped short as I heard grunting and moaning. Were the monitors on and piping the stage backstage and I was hearing the 'sex' occurring out in the black box? Wait. Hadn't the sex scene already happened? Were the monitors on and piping the stage backstage and I was hearing the 'sex' occurring out in the black box? I rushed forward to turn down the volume -- that shouldn't be audible this far away and would potentially be bleeding onto the stage. <br><br> Oh. Our Dottie and Joe were...continuing the sex scene on one of the couch. And it wasn't simulated. They were fucking, urgently because they didn't have //that// much time to get back on stage. Man, they were really going for the realism. They'd smell like sex when they headed back out there. Maybe doing it in front of people had gotten them too excited and they were working this out of their system. <br><br> And there I was, perving from just outside the Green Room, seeing them in the midst of coitus. <br><br> <<crossroads #greenroom>> <<path>> Did I report them? It wasn't allowed and could potentially fuck up the show. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->>If they came out after this -- or even worse, late if they were too into it -- they could ruin their entrance and the show. I rushed off, thinking of her coming out with come on her, or them being so relaxed that they lost the energy of the performance. Or, by having actually done it, they lost the spontaneity and excitement of the scene. <br><br> That's how I excused making my way to the Stage Manager's desk in the back of the theatre. My appearance was not welcome, a distraction from the cues, "Get. Out. <<print $CC.name>>." It was hushed, but firm. <br><br> "Matt and Kelsey are literally fucking in the Green Room right now." <br><br> She stared at me, dead-ass. Then realized I wasn't kidding. She hit our assistant SM on the elbow, "Go fix this." And the Freshman looked like she was about to be roadkill. We banged down the rungs of the metal ladder, less careful about noise on the return trip down the hallway to the Green Room. <br><br> "They need to be doing that in like...two minutes. On stage." <br><br> "Yeah, I know." I laughed, hanging back a bit as she walked in and made a show of it. <br><br> "W-what is going on in here?!" The sudden stillness as they froze, "I don't care //what// you do in your free time, but not here. Not during a ''show''." Despite being a Frosh, she was enjoying laying this on thick. SM's always loved to get to exert power and over two naked kids, killing their vibe and moment. I heard them weakly apologizing, she seemed on the verge of tears, the scuffle as they moved off the couch and out of the room. <br><br> They passed by me, nearly tits and dick bumping into me as they rushed into the hall. And that's when I knew they knew. <br><br> The scene in the show had a very different energy that evening. <br><br> But future scenes were much more intense. You could feel their anger and frustration. My status though was at an all-time low from that evening onward. It took years before I was in the good graces of the theatre kids. <<path>> Could watch too, couldn't hurt... <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> I dipped back slightly, peering around the corner as I watched them go at it. Her plaintive little yelps as he drove rigorously inside her, her legs and feet bouncing as his gorgeous, muscled body slammed between her thighs. They were going at it like Killer Joe and Dottie would. I wondered if this was a random hook up, a showmance kind of thing, or if they were actually dating. <br><br> He held her shoulders down, pinning her to the suede couch that I didn't know if I'd be able to look at the same way again. How many other fucks had happened there. Maybe that explained some of the marks and wear and tear. <br><br> Her hands grasped at his wrists, looking up at him and thankfully not seeing me watching. My hand snaked down into my pants, beginning to work at my already-wet slit. The door jamb felt cool against my cheek as I leaned, watching intently as I tried to match his timing. "In me." She gasped out, probably not wanting to have the mess on her and have to worry about cleaning up what would be more obvious. <br><br> "Oh yeah." He nodded and it was like she pulled his trigger and his strong hips slammed against her crotch in finality. Massively hard and she hissed out, her body bucking under him, head crammed up against the arm of the couch as he nutted in her. <br><br> "Dottie and Joe to places," our stage manager called for them. He pushed her down as he climbed off her and grabbed his modesty belt, tugging it on. <br><br> "Perfect timing." He chuckled as he was unaware of her trying to get off the couch and grab some tissues as she hobbled towards me in the hall. Shit. <br><br> She was stunned seeing me as I tried to flatten against the wall, moist fingers tugged from my pants just in time. I hadn't gotten there. She coughed and pushed past me, "'scuse me." And I could tell she was hoping that I hadn't seen. Joe passed after her, "Hey." He nodded and they were off, back to the stage. <br><br> The bleachy smell of cum hung in the air and I knew I had a few moments before I was needed to do anything, so I shoved my hand back into my pants, closed my eyes and remembered what I watched. I was helped out hearing them having 'sex' again on stage over the monitors and soon I was panting and grabbing at the Green Room jamb as I came too, vision pulsing as I looked at the beat-up old couch that had earned another notch. <<path>> Or just leave them to their private moment. It wasn't right to watch. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> I jerked back, flattening against the wall and scooting down the hallway as if they could hear me. Their sounds receded as I moved away and I wondered if I was noticed. The props I needed to move were on the other side of the Green Room, so I had to bullshit standing in the hallway while I waited for them to wrap it up. <br><br> She came stumbling out a few moments later, clutching tissues between her legs as she made her way to places, she gave a little nod of her head, "Uh, thanks." And shuffled off. So she had seen me. He strode out, proud and relaxed a few moments later and barely even looked at me, following her to the stage. <br><br> I never said a word and seemed to receive some good favor from the seniors, especially the girls, from that moment on. Her real way of saying thanks for not reporting them. <br><br> That couch I'd never look at the same way again. Never sat on it. Looked at the wear and tear and markings on it in a new light, wondering how many were theirs and how often it had been used for a similar purpose. <<contentsShared>> <br><br><br> Just a few moments and memories I had from my time outside from class. And thank god for it, because school was making me [[crazy|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "none">> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Dildo")>> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Vibrator")>> Me time. Self-care. Sure, could be a mani-pedi, reading a book, touching up my tan, or just getting some extra sleep in. But really, with everyone off doing whatever it was they got up to, it meant that I had time //alone//. <br><br> Dorm room to myself. Empty showers. Sometimes, after a class, I'd know that no one was going to be showing up for another hour or so. (That did run into a few awkward situations, but people seem more okay walking in on a girl jilling than a guy jacking. Tended to just embarrass them more than anything else.) I had the run of things and it got to the point where my pussy would get a bit slick in anticipation simply knowing that the time was approaching. <br><br> My bag always had my 'equipment' with me, just in case. I never wanted to miss an opportunity and it was a bit of a passion of mine to find new times, new places. <br><br> One of my favorites was on top of the Science Building. <br><br> No one was supposed to be up there, which was definitely part of the thrill. I had found it one night when I was (actually) studying and someone had shown me this emergency escape exit in the ceiling at the upper levels. My heart was in my throat when I considered an alarm going off. But nothing happened and the view was absolutely sublime. <br><br> It wasn't built for masturbation. White gravel underfoot, HVAC systems, pipes, metal conduits. No one //should// have been up there and it was dangerous and no one would know where I was if anything __did__ happen...like if the hatch shut behind me. There was no handle on the outside. Just my emaciated body left for some maintenance person to find some day after the manhunt in the woods and the news pieces on TV. <br><br> Didn't stop me though. I had a need and the only thing that could salve it was more masturbating. <br><br> Night was pretty and far easier to go unnoticed, but the view of the city during the day was also gorgeous. And I could get some sun in the meantime. <br><br> Ensuring the hatch would stay ajar with a <<link "shoe">><<feet>><</link>>, I carefully crunched my way over to a low wall. The stonework would be hot, but not as scalding as ductwork. <br><br> I hopped up and worked my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>> off, and then the rest of my <<link "clothes">><<outfit naked>><</link>>. I dropped them on the gravel below me where they'd be more safe from a random gust of wind and put my bag ontop of them for safe measure. <br><br> Letting my feet hang, I leaned back on one palm, looking out over the mid-day town, my other hand had already dropped between my thighs without a thought. My middle finger was stroking up and down the slit in my mound, enjoying the softness and little pops of pleasure. <br><br> The sun radiated down on me, and the absorbed heat from the rock under my ass soaked into my cheeks while the heat grew inside me. I laid back, looking up at the clear blue sky and freed my supporting hand to begin coaxing at my nipples. My knees lifted, thighs splaying as I gasped out and felt my toes curl. Yeah. This was ''nice''. <br><br> The breeze tickled across my bare skin. The elevation made it cooler, made the wind whip harder. Hair raised where it could, otherwise my skin pricked with goosebumps and my nipples became hard as rocks. I cooed softly, squirming against the hard surface underneath me -- I was inside myself, pumping and pressing, knowing the places to touch and press. <br><br> <<linkreplace "Yes.">><<shake 2s>>"Unghhh."<</shake>> The first was always small, but welcome. I shuddered slightly and felt my body shaking slightly under the release of tension. I giggled to myself and let my arm swing down to my bag. Thank god it was in reach, because I did //not// want to move right now. My fingertips tugged at the opening of my bag and pulled out my vibrator. <br><br> The tip touched my primed pussy and my feet kicked up again, the back of my head hitting against the stone a bit too hard, but my mind was otherwise occupied. I squealed -- I liked pushing myself harder than my brain wanted me to. The hand on my breast clutched hard, squeezing as my body fought itself. I was of two minds: fucking myself and being fucked. <br><br> I didn't remember turning the thing on, but my wet fingers had a mind of their own and the vibrations were thrumming against my peeking clit. My teeth bit into my lower lip. My other hand snaked down to grab at the vibrator in a vain attempt to ease off the painful pleasure I was experiencing, but I managed to divert her to instead grab at my shuddering thigh. <br><br> The hilt of my palm leaned on the top of my mound, a nice resting place as the vibrator pressed against my pussy. My feet dropped hard, one on the side of the wall, the other on top. My lower back arched as they shoved against the firm support, lifting my hips higher and proffering my cunt to the sky. <br><br> I panted and fought the desire to squirm and move my hips because it was coming. <br><br> <<linkreplace "Number two.">><<shake 5s>>"F-f-fuuuckkkk!"<</shake>> The register of my voice was tight and high, constrained as my whole body tensed and released, tensed and released. My fingers let go of the vibrator unbidden, but I could barely register the clatter as it hit against the wall. <br><br> I twisted, side to side, huffing as my vision was blurry. And then I gasped. My right hand knew what it was doing again and was inserting my dildo inside. I felt the pressure as my spasming walls were fighting the intruder, but I wasn't denying the thing that fought to fill me. <br><br> My other hand slapped against the wall, pleading light noises escaping from my lips as I frowned, pawing vainly as the flesh colored phallus pressed in and pulled back, tugging at my fleshy walls and mound. <br><br> It dug into me deeply, my hand hitting against my spread mons as the head pushed up at the back of my vagina, hitting the spots I hadn't reached and engaged yet. <br><br> My hips were open, thighs widely spread as my feet found a kind of lotus-pose. I was humping against myself, my last peak finally abating as I felt the buttons being hit inside my core. The overwhelming sensation had done exactly that: overwhelm me. I was a puddle of goo under my insistent self, just letting me do to me what I wanted to do. What I needed. <br><br> The faux-cock thrust rhythmically inside me, picking up the pace and hitting harder right at where it needed to go. Better than most men because they weren't feeling //this// with each thrust. <br><br> Feeling. Feel. Ing. <<linkreplace "F...">>My world <<shake 10s>>exploded<</shake>>. I saw nothing and everything all at once. I felt every beat of my stuttering heart in my ears and in my uterus. A part of me idiotically imagined that the force of the orgasm had knocked my shoe from the hatch and I was stuck here. But if I were to die, I'd die happy. It was fine. <br><br> I don't know how long I laid there, spread eagle with a dildo sitting stuck in my pussy. But it was long enough to get a bit burnt, which I found out later. <br><br> Eventually, I collected myself after the internal struggle to just enjoy the feeling a bit longer versus the waking part of my no-longer-horny brain. I lurched up, shaking my head and grinning dumbly as I looked down at the disembodied cock sticking out of me. The smell of me was thick on the air, even though I was outside. I wondered if afterwards I would stink of sex and everyone would know. What sex, I thought to myself: the best sex. <br><br> I ignored the complaint of my bare feet as I dropped back onto the gravel and began to collect my things. <br><br> And then I jerked, not from pleasure, but a different kind of shock. I was being watched. <br><br> "Squawk!" The gull cocked its head quizzically at me, hopping slightly away as we made eye-contact. <br><br> "Fuck. You scared me, you dirty bird." I laughed, calming myself down while pulling my clothes on a bit more hurriedly than I had originally planned. I headed out as quickly as I could, not wanting to be late to my next class. I grabbed my shoe from the hatch and gave it a mental kiss for keeping me safe...and then considered throwing it at my voyeur. <br><br> It was an interesting sensation to be massively irritable if anyone ruined my mojo -- being where they shouldn't be or just not leaving fast enough. I may have bitten off some people's heads without them understanding why. But the relaxation afterwards<<linkreplace "...?">>...<<shake 2s>>Splendid.<</shake>> Maybe I was a bit addicted, but it certainly kept me [[sane|UN004 - Professor]].<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "job">> <<if $UN.job == "nanny">> <div id="darcy"> Darcy was a strawberry blonde that fit your typical 'dork' stereotype: glasses, cute but unfortunate chipmunk-like front teeth with a set of braces, and <<if $CC.height == -1 >>short like me<<else>>a squirt of a girl<</if>>. And despite her outward appearance, she was far from actually good at school like she looked to be. <<if $HS.clique == "Nerd">>Like I had been.<</if>> Just an average student that seemed to get all the downsides of the clique she had been relegated to and none of the perks. <br><br> She was sweet enough but clearly needed my 'mentoring' and support. <br><br> Her bag slammed down by the front door, announcing her arrival home. "Darc?" I looked up from my phone, having arrived early like I always had -- Deb wanted me here for when they got home (her reasoning), but really it was so she could get to her tennis lessons, pilates, and social events. <br><br> "Hey, <<print $CC.name>>." The downturn of her tone, despite her natural perk, gave away that something was up. It had been that way for a week or so and I'd been playing it slow and letting her open up to me. Which hadn't happened yet. <br><br> Sliding out of my chair, I caught her by the foot of the stairs before she could escape to her room. Her shoulders fell with a sigh, one hand giving a flick to the single pigtail that her hair could offer being tied up. "School sucks." <br><br> <<if $HS.testScore gt 5>>I had to restrain myself. My initial reaction was to argue with her, but I knew that wouldn't help.<<elseif $HS.testScore gt 3>>I smiled and nodded, while it hadn't been //easy//, it certainly wasn't the unbearable thing that she was making it out to be.<<else>>I leaned in and whispered, "I nearly failed." She jerked back from the closeness initially but smiled once it registered with her, "Really?"<</if>> "Yeah." I began to follow her up the stairs, "Shitty test?" <br><br> "I mean. It's a day ending in 'y'. But like...I just...How did you deal with guys?" Ah. Maybe her poor performance was a hormonal issue more than anything else. <br><br> "What do you mean?" I coughed slightly, not exactly sure that I should be the one giving Darcy lessons in love, but I __knew__ that her mother was not a font of good knowledge either. <br><br> She dropped onto her bed, laying back, pulling her red frames off her face and rubbing her eyes, "Did you. Ya know." She made a lewd motion with her mouth, tongue and hand. She giggled with a playful smile and her light eyes flashed, curious about her Nanny's sexual history. I knew, irrespective of the truth, whatever I said was going to influence her. I had to be careful. <br><br> <<crossroads #darcy>> <<path>> "Uh. No." <<contents>> I could feel the blood that had just rushed into my cheeks. She looked disappointed. Looked //pissed//. "Bullshit." <br><br> I gulped down the worry of blamed for Darcy becoming some hookup queen. "Darcy. You really shouldn't--" <br><br> "Get out." <br><br> Her words pushed me back. I gulped again: the worry of losing my connection with Darcy entirely. And maybe losing my job __that__ way. "Darc--" <br><br> She swung her leg out and the door slammed in my face. "Prude!" came through the door. <br><br> And that really was the last time she opened up to me. I didn't speak a word about it to the Reddings. But from then on all I received from her was side-eye, under her breath comments, and a lot of silence. <br><br> I had lost on the opportunity to connect with her, but I tried to resolve myself that it was worth the other potential results. <br><br><br> Still, it <<link "hurt">><<replace "#darcy" t8n>> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Delvin">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> "Uh. Yeah." <<contents>> <<set _darcy == true>> I could feel the blood that had just rushed into my cheeks along with the memory of some of those situations at her age. Her head jerked up off the bed and I received a full display of her prominent front teeth, "Yeah?!" <br><br> "I mean--" <br><br> She broke in, grabbing my wrists, "No! That's awesome. I //knew// it. What about--" a finger pumped in and out of her curled palm. Instinctively, I just smacked her hand away lightly. <br><br> "Darcy!" She giggled excitedly and rolled up onto her knees, tugging my wrists again, "Fine, fine. Show me. Like...I wanna do it //good//." <br><br> I coughed. Whatever face I was making caused her to go into a giggle fit, "Come onnnn. Brianna, Pelo wanna know too and like, we can all practice and stuff with each other. But you like...''know''! Ya know?" <br><br> "You have to promise me--" <br><br> "Not gonna tell!" She held up a hand and shook her head. <br><br> "No. Well, right. But, //promise// me--" <br><br> "I'll be careful." <br><br> "Good, but __promise__ me--" <br><br> "I'll blow their minds." <br><br> That made me lose it. I was laughing and grabbing her, "I mean you gotta promise to actually try at school." <br><br> "I willlll," I squeezed her. <br><br> "And then gimme the credit." <br><br> "Promise." <br><br><br> And that's how our 'study sessions' began. She was a rapt student when it came to sex. I only hoped that she turned some of that energy to her studies. I wondered if I was anything like her just a few years ago and if I had this opportunity... <br><br> We started with our fingers and graduated to some household vegetables. I didn't mind some gag reflex studying as well, not gonna lie. Within a week, I started to worry that she was going to put me to shame. <br><br> Still, I had made inroads with her and her grades did slightly tick up. Slightly. <br><br><br> Everything else, on the other hand...she literally gobbled it all up. Had I created a <<link "monster">><<replace "#darcy" t8n>><<include "UN004 - Extra3_Delvin">><</replace>><</link>>? <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> "Uh. A lot." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough. <<contents>> <<set _darcy == true>> "I fuckin' loved it. Still do." I don't know what clicked inside me but I wasn't embarassed at all and I hadn't even thought twice. The honesty just flooded out of me. <br><br> Her head jerked up off the bed. First, she looked stunned, and that gave way to a slowly growing grin. I received a full display of her prominent front teeth, "Yeah?!" I don't think she could have smiled wider. <br><br> "I mean--" <br><br> She broke in, grabbing my wrists, "No! That's awesome. I //knew// it. What about--" a finger pumped in and out of her curled palm. Instinctively, I just smacked her hand away lightly. <br><br> "It's more like..." I pulled her middle finger to join her index, made a playful face and then added her ring finger. The three were pressing her curled palm outward. <br><br> I saw her cheeks flush and a deep hunger in her eyes suddenly form. She giggled excitedly and rolled up onto her knees, tugging my wrists again, "Ohhhh. Show me. Like...I wanna do it //good//." <br><br> "Show you how...to give head?" Instant nod. <br><br> "And fuck?" Rapid nodding. Insistent. <br><br> "Come onnnn. Brianna, Pelo wanna know too and like, we can all practice and stuff with each other. But you like...''know''! Ya know?" <br><br> "You have to promise me--" <br><br> "Not gonna tell!" She held up a hand and shook her head. <br><br> "No. Well, right. But, //promise// me--" <br><br> "I'll be careful." <br><br> "Good, but __promise__ me--" <br><br> "I'll blow their minds." <br><br> That made me lose it. I was laughing and grabbing her, "I mean you gotta promise to actually try at school." <br><br> "I willlll," I squeezed her. <br><br> "And then gimme the credit." <br><br> "Promise." And then, she was taking her clothes off. <br><br> "Jeez, Darc--" <br><br> "Whatttt." She rolled her eyes as she tugged her shorts down her spidery legs, "Pruuude." She gave me a nod of her chin and I started to follow suit. Birthday suit. <br><br><br> And that's how our 'study sessions' began. She was a rapt student when it came to sex. I only hoped that she turned some of that energy to her studies. I wondered if I was anything like her just a few years ago and if I had this opportunity... <br><br> We started with our fingers and graduated to some household vegetables. I didn't mind some gag reflex studying as well, not gonna lie. And the rest really wasn't just co-masturbation, she really wanted to understand the physics and mechanics of positions, so I had to take the role. She acquired a dildo to make it easier. <br><br> It wasn't actually hooking up with her, but with how heated it got and how serious she took it, it certainly //felt// like it. I knew every inch of her and she knew every inch of me. I saw what she'd be like in bed: less a chipmunk and more a bobcat. <br><br> Within a week, I started to worry that she was going to put me to shame. <br><br><br> She literally gobbled it all up. Had I created a <<link "monster">><<replace "#darcy">> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Delvin">> <</replace>><</link>>? <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.job == "sugar">> <div id="sugar"> /* CLOTHES (Needed): New Elegant Dress */ Bobby Three -- a pet name I always had in my head when I thought of him -- and I had been a pair for a couple of months. We had gotten through the testing portion of our interactions where I had vetted him and he had decided he liked more of me than simply how I looked. Demeanor played a lot into the men's choices as much as feeling safe and secure mattered to me. <br><br> He treated me well and tonight was going to be one of the more impressive events: dinner at an exclusive, out-of-town, five-star restaurant. I was wearing the dress he had bought for me the week before and had spent most of the day getting meticulously prepared rather than working on homework and test prep. I wanted to impress. If he was going all out, then so would I. <br><br> Making my way out to the limousine that had been waiting for me street-side, I was considering how to up the ante that evening. Up to this point, we hadn't done more than a bit of hooking up. Passionate makeouts were old hat by now. He had gotten me naked. I had made him cum. He had made me cum. But we really hadn't gotten deeply sexual. Call it a high school second or third base. Part of it was the way the SB/SD relationships seemed to be: slower, less sex and more of the relationship-side of escorting, part of it was Bobby Three. It didn't seem like he wanted more, wasn't asking for more. But maybe he was just waiting for me to give it to him the way he gave things to me. In my time, at my pace, when I felt he deserved them. <br><br> All of this was so new to me and confusing, but also gratifying in a way. I couldn't help but smile broadly when I saw him sitting in the backseat of the limo to join me on the hour or so trip (traffic willing) to our dinner, "Out of work early?" I slid carefully and slowly beside him, lightly tugging on the door handle to pull it behind me as I nestled close against him, letting the drape of the dress reveal one of my legs, the shoes that he had purchased for me a few weeks ago and my fresh pedicure. <br><br> "You know I'm never working //this// late, <<print $CC.name>>." He reached forward, not touching me yet, but offering me a glass of champagne, which I accepted gratefully. <br><br> "Well, this is the earliest you've made time for me. I fully expected to be meeting you there..." I took a sip, one foot bouncing to draw attention to my gams. <br><br> "This is the longest you've made time for me. A whole weekend, you're spoiling me. Call us even." His hand slid into mine, intertwining fingers as he smiled at me. It wasn't love in his eyes, but it felt so adjacent that it was confusing. <br><br> He was a dapper gentleman, fit for his advanced age and always dressed well. He had a eternally shaven head that never seemed to hint at where the true hairline started -- was it affect or age -- and sported just a mustache for his masculinity. <br><br> We rode along, him asking me how the week was going and me regaling him in the insipid worries of a college student, but he seemed to like hearing about things that he had left so far behind. Or maybe through my eyes and youth. Or maybe just from my mouth. <br><br><br> Speaking of which. We had such a long ride, maybe this was a moment to up the ante on my end. <<crossroads #sugar>> <<path>> Give him an appetizer <<contents>> Twisting my hips, I slid down onto the carpeted floor of the back of the limo, dress collecting on either side of my spread thighs, draping open as my hands stroked down his pants, teasingly playing with his belt and fly. "<<print $CC.name>>..." <br><br> "Shhh...you've had a hard week." I gave a less than surprising squeeze to his cock on those final words. I felt and saw a bit of upset on his face and pulled firmly on his slacks, making him lift his hips. I was determined to turn that frown upside-down. <br><br> He relented, his shaft freed from the Armani pants, swinging free swollen but not erect. It was the closest I'd been to his cock and had the light and time to really get to know it. Before it had just been my hand and my mind had created its own image of the thing, but there it was. I gave the tip a kiss, hand wrapping around the squidgy base, giving a slow stroke as my mouth went to his sack. I took each globe between my lips, letting my tongue roll around it while I gave each some gentle suction. I felt him hardening in my hand, "Okay?" I smiled up past his junk, checking in with him. <br><br> He nodded, "Okay." It was a soft but willing agreement. I was surprised. Most men now would be salivating, grunting, grinning ear-to-ear. He was contentedly simply watching, no real expression on his face as I moved back and forth between his testicles. Okay, up the game. <br><br><br> My tongue slid out of my mouth, full extension as I pressed it up along his shaft, licking with firm and slow pressure. I let my eyes flutter up to his at the beginning and each of my grand licks. I felt his cock giving slight pulses with each contact with his sensitive underside. He still had that empty countenance, but I could tell that his cock was enjoying my work. <br><br> His cockhead became wrapped by my lips, slowly twisting my head as I teased the nerve center. Had he so much experience that I was bland? It hurt a bit and pushed me to go harder, faster, kitten. I took his cock into my mouth, fully engulfing him to the best of my ability. My hand twisted at the base of his cock while my mouth did the opposite motion. I kept eye contact. My free hand guided his to my hair. He tentatively and carefully took it into a ponytail while watching me slurp and suck on his cock. How was he not grunting? <br><br> Rather than race, I decided to just take the lengthy trip as an advantage and suck his cock as long as I could endure. I slowed up, increased the pressure and continued my bobbing. I swallowed down the growing spit in my mouth, not wanting to muss his pants or my makeup more than they were going to be. I felt the tang of the added precum. So he was enjoying, he was pleased. I held low into each bob and held at the top, avoiding the gag reflex to the best of my ability -- no mascara running for me, we had dinner and I didn't bring my compact. <br><br><br> After probably four or five minutes, I could feel the tension finally rising in his lower half. His breathing had increased and then he pulled surprisingly firmly on my hair, "Okay. Thank you, <<print $CC.name>>." And my mouth came free with a loud pop, indicating how hard I had been sucking. <br><br> I felt the throb of the inside of my mouth, the soreness at my jaw hinge and a bit of pulsing of my lips. They were getting tired. I shook my head and smiled, "Let me do this for you." He didn't nod, he didn't respond, but I felt the pull at my hair slacken instantly and I went back down and up. And down. And up. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> I appreciated the lack of trigger at the back of my mouth. I took him fully in, my lips meeting his base and my working fingers. I felt him entering my throat with each thrust of my head. I was showing him exactly what I was capable of and giving him a ballsdeep experience with my mouth. I also appreciated the fact that I had tons of experience at this and it took a really long time for me to truly get tired. And I knew how to muscle past that point too. Four or five minutes were nothing. I spent nearly half an hour on my knees in front of him, knowing I was keeping him on the edge. I slowed to let him draw back from the brink and then went back to a steady pace til I felt his cock getting super hard and swollen. He was grunting now, he was breathing hard. <br><br> I felt my toes hurting in my shoes, braced as I was, but it was pain I could endure. My knees were having trouble too, but I expected the experience had created a kind of callous there and it should be fine. Still, I figured I'd shown him heaven. I sped up, a quick and solid thrust down of my head to hit him into my throat suddenly and decisively. I fucked my face on his cock and his release immediately happened. His cock pulsed and shuddered against my tongue and in my gullet. I felt and tasted the viscous and hefty load that I had helped him build up as it spewed mostly down into my stomach directly. <br><br> He shifted and groaned as the orgasm tore through him. A half hour of prep for this and now he was peaking. I kept moving up and down, slowly and staying deep as I felt him unloading into me. I held deep after he was done, enjoying the feeling of his cock pulsing post-ejaculate, then slowly drew off, sucking firmly and cleaning his cock in one go. <br><br> I slid back into the seat next to him, intertwining my not-wet hand into his while I worked him back into his pants and closed them up. I smiled at him and watched him come down. "Hope you enjoyed that." <br><br><br> He nodded and gave my bare thigh a squeeze. He looked me over, my cheeks flushed as I was also coming down from the long blowjob, "Your makeup..." A thumb brushed slightly at my lips and cheek, shaking his head with a sigh. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> I appreciated my ability to mostly ignore the gag reflex. I took him fully in, my lips meeting his base and my working fingers. I felt him entering my throat with every few drops of my head. I was showing him exactly what I was capable of and giving him a ballsdeep experience with my mouth. I also appreciated the fact that I had tons of experience at this and it took a really long time for me to truly get tired. Four or five minutes were nothing. I spent nearly another ten to fifteen on my knees in front of him, losing track of time as I kept him on the edge. I slowed to let him draw back from the brink and then went back to a steady pace til I felt his cock getting super hard and swollen. He was grunting now, he was breathing hard. <br><br> I felt my toes hurting in my shoes, braced as I was, but it was pain I could endure. My knees were having trouble too, but I expected the experience had created a kind of callous there and it should be fine. Still, I figured I'd shown him heaven. I sped up, a quick and solid thrust down of my head to hit him into my throat suddenly and decisively. I fucked my face on his cock and his release immediately happened. His cock pulsed and shuddered against my tongue and in my gullet. I felt and tasted the viscous and hefty load that I had helped him build up as it spewed mostly down into my stomach directly. <br><br> He shifted and groaned as the orgasm tore through him. A over twenty minutes of prep for this and now he was peaking. I kept moving up and down, slowly and staying deep as I felt him unloading into me. I held deep after he was done, enjoying the feeling of his cock pulsing post-ejaculate, then slowly drew off, sucking firmly and cleaning his cock in one go. <br><br> I slid back into the seat next to him, intertwining my not-wet hand into his while I worked him back into his pants and closed them up. I smiled at him and watched him come down. "Hope you enjoyed that." <br><br><br> He nodded and gave my bare thigh a squeeze. He looked me over, my cheeks flushed as I was also coming down from the long blowjob, "Your makeup..." A thumb brushed slightly at my lips and cheek and up to the mascara that was fully running down from my eyes. He shook his head with a sigh. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> I wished I could take him deeper. I fought the gag at the back of my mouth as best I could. I wanted to show him exactly what I was capable of and give him a ballsdeep experience with my mouth. Still, I appreciated the fact that I had tons of experience at this and it took a really long time for me to truly get tired. Four or five minutes were nothing. I spent twice as long on my knees in front of him, losing track of time as I kept him on the edge. I slowed to let him draw back from the brink and then went back to a steady pace til I felt his cock getting super hard and swollen. He was grunting now, he was breathing hard. <br><br> I felt my toes hurting in my shoes, braced as I was, but it was pain I could endure. My knees were having trouble too, but I expected the experience had created a kind of callous there and it should be fine. Still, I figured I'd shown him heaven. I sped up, a quick and solid thrust down of my head to hit him into my throat suddenly and decisively. I held deep, fighting the gag, stomach flexing and body lurching as I kept him deep and his release immediately happened. His cock pulsed and shuddered against my tongue and in my gullet. I felt and tasted the viscous and hefty load that I had helped him build up as it spewed mostly down into my stomach directly. <br><br> He shifted and groaned as the orgasm tore through him. A quarter hour and now he was peaking. I had to pull back, not wanting to vomit on him. I kept him as deep as I could manage, breathing through my nose, enjoying the feeling of his cock pulsing post-ejaculate, then slowly drew off, sucking firmly and cleaning his cock in one go. <br><br> I slid back into the seat next to him, intertwining my not-wet hand into his while I worked him back into his pants and closed them up. I smiled at him and watched him come down. "Hope you enjoyed that." <br><br><br> He nodded and gave my bare thigh a squeeze. He looked me over, my cheeks flushed as I was also coming down from the long blowjob, "Your makeup..." A thumb brushed slightly at my lips and cheek and up to the mascara that was fully running down from my eyes. He shook his head with a sigh. <<else>> I wished I could take him deeper. I fought the gag at the back of my mouth as best I could. I wanted to show him exactly what I was capable of and give him a ballsdeep experience with my mouth. I lost track of time as I gagged on him and tried to keep him on the edge. I slowed to give myself a little break and hopefully let him come back from the edge. He was grunting now, he was breathing hard, so I hoped the attempts to edge and please him were working. <br><br> I felt my toes hurting in my shoes, braced as I was, but it was pain I was willing to endure. My knees were having trouble too, but tried to ignore what might be rug-burned or glaringly red. Still, I figured I'd shown him heaven. I sped up, a quick and solid thrust down of my head to hit him into my throat suddenly and decisively. I held deep, fighting the gag, stomach flexing and body lurching as I kept him deep and his release immediately happened. His cock pulsed and shuddered against my tongue and in my gullet. I felt and tasted the viscous and hefty load that I had helped him build up as it spewed down into my stomach directly. <br><br> He shifted and groaned as the orgasm tore through him. A good long blowjob and now he was peaking. I had to pull back, not wanting to vomit on him. But it was too late. I had pushed my body to the limit and I had to yank my mouth off of him and find a cup-holder. I retched, mouth full of the flavor of my stomach and his ejaculate. Eventually I realized he was patting and stroking my back. "There, there." <br><br> I squatted there, panting hard and looking at the mess I had made. He was messy too, since I hadn't finished the job fully. I started to cry, tears running down my face and sobbing that made my over-wrought stomach muscles spasm. I was hiccoughing and his pitying look was more than I could bear. <br><br><br> "It's okay, it's okay." He looked me over, my cheeks flushed, "Your makeup..." A thumb brushed slightly at my lips and cheek and up to the mascara that was fully running down from my eyes. He shook his head with a sigh. <</if>> <br><br> "It's fine..." He nodded again, but leaned forward, telling the driver to stop off on the way. We grabbed some touch-ups for me at a CVS which he was displeased with, but it did enough to resolve the issue. <br><br> Dinner was exquisite. I was overwhelmed with how fast I filled up on the ten courses despite how each of them was so small. Still, I couldn't feel that I could enjoy it because something seemed off with him. Conversation had lightened and shortened. He didn't ask much about me or my week. I didn't see the delight or excitement in his eyes when I tried a joke. <br><br> He played it off, but I knew something was wrong. <br><br><br> We paid the check and got back into the limousine. He accepted a close cuddle again in the backseat and I hoped that I was just imagining things. Then we arrived at the five-star hotel, checked us in and led me up to the room. My pussy had been wet for the past two and a half hours. I was ready and raring to go. I was also willing to completely focus on him if that's what would bring us back to even-keel. <br><br> The door opened and I gasped, seeing the suite that he had gotten for us. It was practically a house. Stunned, I walked into the space, taking it all in. The views over the city and the gorgeous night contrasting with the glint and glimmer of the lights below. I sighed and grinned broadly, sitting down onto a chaise and looked back at him. "Wow." <br><br> He was standing there at the door, leaning against the jamb, "Enjoy." A kind, easy smile. And I nearly started crying. He disappeared as the door shut. <br><br> I had the entire weekend in that suite but I spent most of it an emotional wreck, wanting to reach out to him and apologize but knowing I shouldn't. Couldn't. I had messed up and I went through the date from beginning to end. I went over the days preceding and wondering where I had gone wrong. <br><br><br> I never saw him [[again|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> Hold off. I wasn't a whore. <<contents>> Being a Sugar Baby didn't mean escort, didn't mean prostitute and I wasn't going to undermine our connection. Tonight was about more than sex. Not that there wouldn't be sex, it could just be later. The appetizer was the date, the tease was the touching and talking. His eyes on me would entice his brain. <br><br> Instead of giving him head, I gave him a bit of a show. I let the slit of my dress nearly peek the place between my thighs. I leaned against him and strategically sighed, letting my cleavage rise and swell. <br><br> We laughed and talked. I felt him squeezing my hand, feeling the size of his around and between my more delicate fingers. My other hand toyed a bit at a button-hole of his jacket and occasionally brushed his stomach when I laughed at something he said. <br><br> And none of it was an act. I genuinely enjoyed his company and he seemed to enjoy mine. He did seem to want to know about the idiots raising their hands in class for the wrong answer, or what I was thinking with rush approaching. He gave me advice on what I should be studying and what really mattered after school. <br><br><br> Dinner. Was. Exquisite. I was overwhelmed by how fast I filled up on the ten courses despite how each of them was so small. He had selected a 'contact' white wine from some region in France to accentuate our meal, "So you've told me a lot about <<print $CC.DName>> <<if $CC.mom == "family">>and the rest of your family<</if>>, but what about--" He stopped himself. Something about the look in my eye that had come unbidden. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--" <br><br> "No. It's fine." I shook my head and smiled. "Uh, not really sure what to say, to be honest. Or...what I'm allowed to?" It came with a chuckle because it was true. I thought back to Nate and the whole situation before college. <br><br> "No pressure." He squeezed my hand. And he meant it. He didn't push any further and let me go back to talking about <<print $CC.FName>> and how I missed the hijinks we got into. We finished dessert and he paid. We laughed at how full we were and climbed back into the limousine for the short ride over to the five-star hotel. We cuddled up again in the backseat and fingers played with each other in silence and digested. <br><br> "You really went all out." <br><br> "You deserve it." I blushed. <br><br> At least we both looked like we belonged, walking in dressed in designer clothing and top-tier food and drink in our bellies. He checked us in and we headed up to the room he had gotten for us. <br><br> The door opened and I gasped, seeing the suite that he had gotten for us. It was practically a house. Stunned, I walked into the space, taking it all in. The views over the city and the gorgeous night contrasting with the glint and glimmer of the lights below. I sighed and grinned broadly, sitting down onto a chaise and looked back at him. "Wow." <br><br> I was shocked -- he was literally right behind me, dropping down to his knees and beginning to unstrap the shoes from my feet. They were tired and I was glad to have them relieved. "Yes, wow. That's what I've been thinking all evening." He tucked the shoes gently under the chaise and began to massage up from my feet and calves to my thighs. I sighed and reclined on my elbows. His hands continued working their way up, dipping to the hidden place under my dress. <<if $Body.Undies !== "Commando">>I worked my hips back and forth as he snaked my underwear down (well, the underwear he had bought me).<<else>>I felt his hand jerk back slightly, finding none of the underwear he had purchased for me. I quickly grasped at his wrists, "I...just don't usually wear any. I hope that's okay." He chuckled and nodded.<</if>> And then his head disappeared and my head fell off the back of the chaise. My legs kicked up and open as his tongue dove into me, one of his fingers snaking up inside my soft clutch. <br><br> I grunted and squirmed, having trouble as the pleasure was battling with the humor of seeing the bottom of my dress ballooned up by his head. I tugged it aside and laughed at him, mmphing and grabbing the bare pate to press him against my snatch. "Fuck. B-bobby..." He responded with a deep mmhmm, shuddering up into my core. I struggled in the dress, his tongue broadly lapping up along my mound and labia, catching at the top where my clit was and stroking firmly against it. He had skill and years of experience. It took me no time at all before I was probably smothering him in my pussy as I came, squealing out into the suite. "O-okay, okay! S-stop." I wriggled away from him and eventually he let me go, though it seemed like he wanted to drive me to orgasm number two, but I slid off and interposed the chaise between us as I recovered, collapsing on the ground across from him. <br><br> "You alright?" He stood, care overcoming his face. Such a sweet guy. I rolled my eyes and collected myself, standing up and letting the dress <<linkexpand "fall off my shoulders.">> fall off my shoulders. <<outfit naked>> <br><br><br> "Get back on that bed. Enough of treating me, it's time you got what //you// deserve." And I pointed firmly back towards the California King. He followed my instruction. I moved to him, neither of us speaking as I took my time removing his beautiful suit. He was hard and I couldn't help but smile seeing it for the first time. I had managed to give him a couple handjobs before, but I hadn't had the time or the vantage to truly see him. I pushed him back on the bed and moved to straddle him. I was wet, both from his earlier head but also from just exciting myself throughout the evening. I knew that this is what was coming and I was glad it was here, between my legs. <br><br> "Mm...Okay, wait now, <<print $CC.name>>. One sec." He grabbed a breast, holding me by it as his other hand dug into his suit to reveal a condom. A part of me hurt that he wanted to wrap it up with how much time we had spent between us. It felt like he thought I was dirty. That I was a whore. I chewed my lip as I watched him open the wrapper. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 0>> "It's okay. I'm safe." One hand pushed at the half-opened condom, the other guiding his tip between my legs to my waiting sex. <<elseif $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> I wanted him inside me anyway. "It's okay. I'm safe." One hand pushed at the half-opened condom, the other guiding his tip between my legs to my waiting sex. <<if $Stats.Skills("Deception").value gt 2>> <br><br> He frowned at me, sussing, "<<print $CC.name>>..." but with a smile and entrance inside me, I must have convinced him enough. His head dropped back onto the bed and his hands took my hips as handholds as my pussy became my dickhold. <<else>> <br><br> "Don't lie to me." I saw a flash of anger in his eyes. I didn't fool him and I saw him considering ending the intercourse -- and probably the weekend -- right then and there. Wordlessly, I helped him slide the condom onto his cock and let him stay in control. My desires be damned, I didn't want to ruin this. My waiting sex wanted dick one way or the other. <</if>> <<else>> I squashed my offense. It was sensible. I helped him slide the condom over his member and then guided him between my legs to my waiting sex. <</if>> He laid back in front of me and guided my hips up and down. I was so wet at this point, lubrication was a given. He slid easily to the hilt and to the tip. He watched my breasts bounce for him as I worked myself in his lap. My hands found the greyed hairs of his chest, leaning onto his ribcage while I slowly worked myself on his meat. <br><br><br> One hand left my hip, stroking down my thigh, then up again across my working stomach. He caressed my breasts, down one arm. He was focused on every part of me, making this incredibly intimate and, surprisingly, it was this touch that set me off. I shoved him against my deepest inner button as I quaked, thighs shaking on either side of him, panting out awkward gasps as I climaxed again, this time with him inside me. It felt incredible. <br><br> Just as I was coming down, I felt a sudden shock between my legs: he was working my clit and sending me right over again. I whimpered, collapsing onto his chest and clutching at him as he did not relent. I cooed and whimpered, feeling the energy and strength in my lower half ebbing away. <br><br> We stayed still for a moment, and with a final, gentle caress, left my sensitive nub to give my ass consideration and felt me there as I recovered. "Too much," <br><br> "Nuh-uh. Not enough." He squeezed my cheeks and it was the firmest he had been with me. <br><br> We continued like that, an epic of sex. He let me bring him to the edge and then I had to surrender to an orgasm which let him pull back. I was putty in his hands, I was in a fog of pleasure and exhaustion by the time it finally ended. And it ended with immense satisfaction. <br><br> I wanted it so badly for him. //I// __needed__ him to cum. And when he did, I wasn't orgasming too, but it felt as adjacent as it could be, a sympathetic near-climax while he held me and met his own peak. <br><br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 0>> His thick load filling me felt like the culmination of all these weeks together. Something that we had both worked for and earned. I had finally had him inside me and now I was filled by him. It felt perfect. <<elseif $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding") && $Stats.Skills("Deception").value gt 2>> His thick load filling me felt like the culmination of all these weeks together. Something that we had both worked for and earned. I had finally had him inside me and now I was filled by him. It felt perfect. My body shuddered as I thought about the risk and the lie, but I kept it to myself, delighting in it. <<else>> Even through the condom, I could feel how thick his load was. It was the culmination of all these weeks together. Something that we had both worked for and earned. It felt perfect. <</if>> <br><br><br> He stroked my glistening body and we talked in quiet whispers for the next five or ten minutes, just laying there as his cock softened and fell out of me. I could have fallen asleep on him. It shouldn't have been comfortable, but in this state it was bliss. Even if I had wanted to move, I knew it would require his help. Did I even have legs anymore? Who knows? <br><br> I did fall asleep there. I had a dream about not having legs. I had a dream of us together. I had a sex dream. It was incredibly vivid -- I was probably twitching up a storm ontop of his body. <br><br> That was the only time we had sex that weekend, surprisingly. It wasn't the last time, but it truly was a magical weekend. And I did take a moment or two to let him in on Elle. Not everything, but I felt that he deserved to know more about me and my background. He appreciated it and didn't press for more than I wanted to tell. It was a lovely little thing that Bobby Three and I had. <br><br><br> The gifts and money were a benefit, but really I liked this pseudo relationship. It wasn't what I expected when I jumped into being a Sugar Baby, but I wasn't going to argue with it now that I was in it. And god did it make the rest of school much easier to [[palate|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.job == "admin">> "So. How's college treating ya?" Patrick folded his arms on the front desk. Being up there meant that I was the de facto place to waste some time. It also meant that I had to entertain them. I was the 'face of the company' for when guests, clients, whomever arrived (it was mostly DoorDashers), but really I was the pretty face to welcome our staff. <br><br> "Ya know." I shrugged, forcing a smile as I looked up at him from my monitor. From the work that I was expected to do. From spreadsheets of god-knows what. <br><br> "I //do// actually." He leaned forward on his arms, "I went there ya know." I did. He had told me multiple times. <br><br> "Yeah? Like...just graduated, right?" Okay, so this was going to be one of the longer conversations, not just some drive-by on the way to the snacks. He actually wanted to talk to me. I hit minimize on the work that wouldn't be done. <br><br> "Yeah, still, I'm sure it's changed a lot since __I__ was a Freshman." <br><br> "Well, you should come by and see for yourself." <br><br> "I'd need a tour guide. Wouldn't want to get lost. You volunteering?" <br><br> "Don't know the campus all that well. Ya know, freshman and all. But I'm sure the alumni office has people who can help ya." He didn't like that. <br><br> "Aren't you supposed to take care of deliveries?" He was frowning and looking down in front of my desk. <br><br> "Yeah?" Friendliness gone and replaced with 'know your place'. He gave a nod of his chin and seemed to be trying to maneuver something with his foot. Kicking it. <br><br> "Missed one." It was a disappointed look, watching me come around to his size where -- yep -- there was a package. I guess I hadn't noticed when I came in this morning. "Should probably take care of that before trip-A notices. Wouldn't want you to get in trouble." Triple A was what people called the three partners that ran the place. All had names starting with A. <br><br> I was expected to be wearing a skirt which made the more physical tasks required of me far more difficult than they needed to be. I had the sense that Patrick was shifting to ensure he was behind me when I went for the package. <div id="patrick"> I didn't have time for this. <<crossroads #patrick>> <<path $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> Bend over anyway? He didn't deserve a show. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't seek male attention that way. <<contents>> <br><br> Knowing where his eyes were without having to look, I bent at the waist, feeling the fabric of the skirt pulling up the top of my thighs and peeking some cheek. Enjoy the view, I thought as I picked the box up off the floor -- it had more heft to it than I expected, so I stumbled a bit forward and really had to engage my core to get it off the ground. <br><br> "You got it?" He chuckled. <br><br> "Yeah, yeah," I stood upright, brushing loose strands of hair back away from my forehead that had come loose in the sudden athletic adventure. I clutched the package against my stomach and gave him a slight smile, starting towards the storage closet. <br><br> "Looks like you might need some help with that." He was alongside and keeping stride, some chivalry possibly, but more likely just his desire to spend more time with me. <br><br> "It's not //that// heavy. I just didn't expect us to be accepting shipments of bricks." <br><br> "Oh? Is that not what you're taking in every day?" It came off as playing along with the joke, but I wondered if he got the potential subtext. I opened the door to the supply closet and stepped inside. His hand halted the door and he came in with me. "Oh, this is the inner sanctum." <br><br> "You've never seen the supply closet? I know you're new but, really Patrick?" I set the package down on a shelf and a box cutter, opening it up. <br><br> He leaned against the shelves beside me, looking around as if this was some wondrous locale. "Never been interested til now." He gave a sidelong glance at the door. It had closed behind him and his look reinforced how alone we were. That he was checking if we were alone and secreted away. I tried to ignore it, pulling out the reams of printer paper that had made the box feel like it contained lead. I reached, lifting a couple of them -- who had decided that the paper had to be on the top shelf? <<if $CC.height gt 0>>I was tall, but still, I was straining.<<else>>I don't know why I tried, I always needed a step-ladder in here. I must have looked ridiculous trying to shelve the paper.<</if>> <br><br> "Here. I knew I'd come in handy." Even as he said it, before I could respond, he was behind me, hands on my waist and lifting. How quickly I was aloft surprised me: he was stronger than I thought. I gave a surprised gasp as my feet left the ground. <br><br> I deposited the paper and looked down at him, feeling his grip around my midsection, "Okay, thanks. Got it." He smiled, took a moment and then let me down. Slowly. His hands slid up my body to graze my chest. He had stepped forward and ensured that my ass slid against his front. I was maneuvered into a tight position nearly against the shelves. <br><br> "There we go." <<crossroads #patrick>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> Okay. Maybe I wanted his hands on me a little longer. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough. <<contents>> <br><br> I pressed myself back against his pants, feeling the weight and promise beneath them. He gave a pleased grunt and a pleasing grope to my chest. I quickly did an evaluation of risk and reward as we increased the pressure of him on me: I knew the door wasn't locked and I wasn't at the front desk. They wouldn't come looking for Patrick, but me? I wasn't confident in the soundproofing of the closet nor its proximity to the kitchen. Sex was probably out of the question. <br><br> Turning and dropping at the same time, I worked my skirt back up my thighs with a firm yank to give me the most freedom, ass-out. My hands worked at his fly and reached in, retrieving his cock with more ease than I expected. He wasn't big, even hard, so just getting out of his zipper was a simple task. My mouth dove onto it immediately and I felt him get rigid in all the ways. He tensed and grabbed at me in surprised, his head banging against one of the shelves behind him. He didn't make a sound in pain. <br><br> Normally, I would have not been happy that his hands had found my head and hair, but I wasn't going to have difficulty with him, so I relented. I looked up at him, watching him in the throws of passion and enjoying the fact that the role reversal of power had shifted so quickly and so easily. I let my teeth slightly nip and scrape at his short shaft, simply a subtle hint that I could emasculate him at any moment. I didn't want to, but there was a part of me that disliked being run around by all these men. And here I was giving head to one of them, during working hours and with hardly any effort on his part. <br><br> I applied pressure, a tight suction on his throbbing cock. He applied pressure to my scalp, tugging at the roots of my hair while my lips met with his stubbly-base and the sharp bites of his zipper. <br><br> He was practically holding his breath the entire time, which was good. The sound of sucking was far quieter than any other option that we had on the table and he seemed quite content with this turn of events. Still, I was focusing my efforts on quick completion rather than some mind-blowing experience. I didn't need to impress him any more than I already was. <br><br> I grabbed at the back of his slacks, pulling his ass towards me as I shoved my mouth down on his prick. Short, quick and deep, getting him fully in my mouth with gusto. I felt him quivering, risen up on the balls of his feet and his entire body locked as the orgasm approached rapidly. <br><br> He grasped hard at the back of my head, pushing me down against the front of his pants and having me realize the full discomfort of an open fly and belt buckle on my forehead. His cock throbbed and jerked against my tongue and the top of his mouth as he grunted and I received the brick he had mentioned earlier, hot tangy spurts of his slimy goo unloaded against the back of my mouth and tongue. <br><br> Holding still and breathing through my nose, I took his delivery and waited for him to be done -- mostly because I wasn't going to be able to free my head until then. Small dick, but huge load. I was shocked at how long he was spurting for, my mouth nearly overflowing and having to cock slightly backwards to keep from spilling out and onto my dress. <br><br> With a final, deep sigh, he was done and let go of my head. I pulled back and <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>sat back on my haunches, opening my mouth and tilting my head back further, looking up at him as I played with his massive load. I watched him in his disconnected and post-orgasm pleasure enjoying the view while I enjoyed the feeling and taste of the spectacular load. And then, swallowed, smacked my lips, wiped them and stood up.<<else>>swallowed, nearly coughing and gagging on the thick viscosity. It took me three tries to get it all down before I was sure all that was left was the latent taste of semen. I wiped my lips and stood up. A different situation, I would have spit, but here I'd have to open a box of tissues while I just let that stuff sit.<</if>> <br><br> I pushed his wet and limp little guy back into his pants with a smile and zipped him up, "Need to get back to the front desk." <br><br> "Yeah. Glad I could help." <br><br> "I think I helped more than you did." <br><br> He gave me that one, nodding and smiling with a little incline of his head. He moved past me and out the door. I took my time, emptying the box and trying to wrap my head around what I had just done. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first or last time that supply closet had been utilized, nor my only time with people at the office. But mostly it was before or after hours. Maybe a party or something like that. And whether or not the rumors and knowledge of my behavior spread around the office, it never reached me. I felt safe and permitted. Which is probably how they wanted it too. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> That box cutter was //right// there. I could teach him a lesson. <<contents>> <br><br> He gave a little squeeze. And that's all he got. My hand grasped the box cutter and I shifted my hips firmly, twisting my body and extricating myself. "Thanks." <br><br> "Aw, come on now. Just a little accident. Harmless." He smiled, trying to close the distance again. His smile was kind, but his intentions were far from friendly. I made sure he noticed what I was armed with. <br><br> "I need to get back to my desk. Gotta cut and run, Pat." I wasn't threatening him with the thing -- I didn't want to get fired -- but he definitely appreciated the blade. <br><br> He nodded, giving an awkward chuckle and frown as he backed away. He was protecting himself but he didn't really know me __not__ to use the thing on him. But, given our privacy and how I'd carefully managed the cutter, he couldn't turn the tables as if I was trying to kill him. He was considering it, though. "Right. No worries. I got shit to do too." He opened the door a bit too forcefully and let it slam behind him. <br><br> A little shaken: the adrenaline had kicked in even though I wasn't in danger. I took my time emptying the box and then headed back to the desk. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first interaction with guys like him at triple-A, but I managed them all with similar skill and ease. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <<path>> Should lift with my legs anyhow <<contents>> <br><br> Squatting down, the fabric of my skirt did pull up my thighs, but directed any flashing forward rather than backward. At best, he'd get the shape of my ass and not any actual views. And good thing that I had gone about it this way: the box was fucking heavy. I grunted, engaging my core and quads and stood up. Having to lift this way meant that my knees went a bit wider than my expected up-and-down, and I felt the skirt tense, threatening to tear as I lifted. <br><br> And Patrick was right in front of me. He had countered my counter and had gotten probably a far better view than I intended. Or that he expected. <br><br> "You got it?" He chuckled. <<crossroads #patrick>> <<path $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> Smirk <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't react to pervs that way <<contents>> <br><br> <<if $Body.Undies == "Commando">>My pussy was on full display and I could see his eyes taking in every contour and fold between my thighs. Shit. <</if>>I couldn't help it but give a knowing smile and roll my eyes. "Yeah, yeah," I stood upright, but left my skirt hiked up, leaving my legs on display. I clutched the package against my stomach and started towards the storage closet. <br><br> "Looks like you might need some help with that." He was alongside and keeping stride, some chivalry possibly, but more likely just his desire to spend more time with me. <br><br> "It's not //that// heavy. I just didn't expect us to be accepting shipments of bricks." <br><br> "Oh? Is that not what you're taking in every day?" It came off as playing along with the joke, but I wondered if he got the potential subtext. I opened the door to the supply closet and stepped inside. His hand halted the door and he came in with me. "Oh, this is the inner sanctum." <br><br> "You've never seen the supply closet? I know you're new but, really Patrick?" I set the package down on a shelf and a box cutter, opening it up. <br><br> He leaned against the shelves beside me, looking around as if this was some wondrous locale. "Never been interested til now." He gave a sidelong glance at the door. It had closed behind him and his look reinforced how alone we were. That he was checking if we were alone and secreted away. I tried to ignore it, pulling out the reams of printer paper that had made the box feel like it contained lead. I reached, lifting a couple of them -- who had decided that the paper had to be on the top shelf? <<if $CC.height gt 0>>I was tall, but still, I was straining.<<else>>I don't know why I tried, I always needed a step-ladder in here. I must have looked ridiculous trying to shelve the paper.<</if>> <br><br> "Here. I knew I'd come in handy." Even as he said it, before I could respond, he was behind me, hands on my waist and lifting. How quickly I was aloft surprised me: he was stronger than I thought. I gave a surprised gasp as my feet left the ground. <br><br> I deposited the paper and looked down at him, feeling his grip around my midsection, "Okay, thanks. Got it." He smiled, took a moment and then let me down. Slowly. His hands slid up my body to graze my chest. He had stepped forward and ensured that my ass slid against his front. I was maneuvered into a tight position nearly against the shelves. <br><br> "There we go." <br><br> Okay. Maybe I wanted his hands on me a little <<crossroads #patrick>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough. <<contents>> <br><br> I pressed myself back against his pants, feeling the weight and promise beneath them. He gave a pleased grunt and a pleasing grope to my chest. I quickly did an evaluation of risk and reward as we increased the pressure of him on me: I knew the door wasn't locked and I wasn't at the front desk. They wouldn't come looking for Patrick, but me? I wasn't confident in the soundproofing of the closet nor its proximity to the kitchen. Sex was probably out of the question. <br><br> Turning and dropping at the same time, I worked my skirt back up my thighs with a firm yank to give me the most freedom, ass-out. My hands worked at his fly and reached in, retrieving his cock with more ease than I expected. He wasn't big, even hard, so just getting out of his zipper was a simple task. My mouth dove onto it immediately and I felt him get rigid in all the ways. He tensed and grabbed at me in surprised, his head banging against one of the shelves behind him. He didn't make a sound in pain. <br><br> Normally, I would have not been happy that his hands had found my head and hair, but I wasn't going to have difficulty with him, so I relented. I looked up at him, watching him in the throws of passion and enjoying the fact that the role reversal of power had shifted so quickly and so easily. I let my teeth slightly nip and scrape at his short shaft, simply a subtle hint that I could emasculate him at any moment. I didn't want to, but there was a part of me that disliked being run around by all these men. And here I was giving head to one of them, during working hours and with hardly any effort on his part. <br><br> I applied pressure, a tight suction on his throbbing cock. He applied pressure to my scalp, tugging at the roots of my hair while my lips met with his stubbly-base and the sharp bites of his zipper. <br><br> He was practically holding his breath the entire time, which was good. The sound of sucking was far quieter than any other option that we had on the table and he seemed quite content with this turn of events. Still, I was focusing my efforts on quick completion rather than some mind-blowing experience. I didn't need to impress him any more than I already was. <br><br> I grabbed at the back of his slacks, pulling his ass towards me as I shoved my mouth down on his prick. Short, quick and deep, getting him fully in my mouth with gusto. I felt him quivering, risen up on the balls of his feet and his entire body locked as the orgasm approached rapidly. <br><br> He grasped hard at the back of my head, pushing me down against the front of his pants and having me realize the full discomfort of an open fly and belt buckle on my forehead. His cock throbbed and jerked against my tongue and the top of his mouth as he grunted and I received the brick he had mentioned earlier, hot tangy spurts of his slimy goo unloaded against the back of my mouth and tongue. <br><br> Holding still and breathing through my nose, I took his delivery and waited for him to be done -- mostly because I wasn't going to be able to free my head until then. Small dick, but huge load. I was shocked at how long he was spurting for, my mouth nearly overflowing and having to cock slightly backwards to keep from spilling out and onto my dress. <br><br> With a final, deep sigh, he was done and let go of my head. I pulled back and <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>sat back on my haunches, opening my mouth and tilting my head back further, looking up at him as I played with his massive load. I watched him in his disconnected and post-orgasm pleasure enjoying the view while I enjoyed the feeling and taste of the spectacular load. And then, swallowed, smacked my lips, wiped them and stood up.<<else>>swallowed, nearly coughing and gagging on the thick viscosity. It took me three tries to get it all down before I was sure all that was left was the latent taste of semen. I wiped my lips and stood up. A different situation, I would have spit, but here I'd have to open a box of tissues while I just let that stuff sit.<</if>> <br><br> I pushed his wet and limp little guy back into his pants with a smile and zipped him up, "Need to get back to the front desk." <br><br> "Yeah. Glad I could help." <br><br> "I think I helped more than you did." <br><br> He gave me that one, nodding and smiling with a little incline of his head. He moved past me and out the door. I took my time, emptying the box and trying to wrap my head around what I had just done. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first or last time that supply closet had been utilized, nor my only time with people at the office. But mostly it was before or after hours. Maybe a party or something like that. And whether or not the rumors and knowledge of my behavior spread around the office, it never reached me. I felt safe and permitted. Which is probably how they wanted it too. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> That box cutter was //right// there. I could teach him a lesson. <<contents>> <br><br> He gave a little squeeze. And that's all he got. My hand grasped the box cutter and I shifted my hips firmly, twisting my body and extricating myself. "Thanks." <br><br> "Aw, come on now. Just a little accident. Harmless." He smiled, trying to close the distance again. His smile was kind, but his intentions were far from friendly. I made sure he noticed what I was armed with. <br><br> "I need to get back to my desk. Gotta cut and run, Pat." I wasn't threatening him with the thing -- I didn't want to get fired -- but he definitely appreciated the blade. <br><br> He nodded, giving an awkward chuckle and frown as he backed away. He was protecting himself but he didn't really know me __not__ to use the thing on him. But, given our privacy and how I'd carefully managed the cutter, he couldn't turn the tables as if I was trying to kill him. He was considering it, though. "Right. No worries. I got shit to do too." He opened the door a bit too forcefully and let it slam behind him. <br><br> A little shaken: the adrenaline had kicked in even though I wasn't in danger. I took my time emptying the box and then headed back to the desk. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first interaction with guys like him at triple-A, but I managed them all with similar skill and ease. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <<path>> Try my best to put it out of my mind. Pervs be pervin'. <<contents>> <br><br> "Yeah, yeah," I stood upright, quickly tugging my skirt back down with my free hand. I clutched the package against my stomach and started towards the storage closet. <br><br> "Looks like you might need some help with that." He was alongside and keeping stride, some chivalry possibly, but more likely just his desire to spend more time with me. <br><br> "It's not //that// heavy. I just didn't expect us to be accepting shipments of bricks." <br><br> "Oh? Is that not what you're taking in every day?" It came off as playing along with the joke, but I wondered if he got the potential subtext. I opened the door to the supply closet and stepped inside. His hand halted the door and he came in with me. "Oh, this is the inner sanctum." <br><br> "You've never seen the supply closet? I know you're new but, really Patrick?" I set the package down on a shelf and a box cutter, opening it up. <br><br> He leaned against the shelves beside me, looking around as if this was some wondrous locale. "Never been interested til now." He gave a sidelong glance at the door. It had closed behind him and his look reinforced how alone we were. That he was checking if we were alone and secreted away. I tried to ignore it, pulling out the reams of printer paper that had made the box feel like it contained lead. I reached, lifting a couple of them -- who had decided that the paper had to be on the top shelf? <<if $CC.height gt 0>>I was tall, but still, I was straining.<<else>>I don't know why I tried, I always needed a step-ladder in here. I must have looked ridiculous trying to shelve the paper.<</if>> <br><br> "Here. I knew I'd come in handy." Even as he said it, before I could respond, he was behind me, hands on my waist and lifting. How quickly I was aloft surprised me: he was stronger than I thought. I gave a surprised gasp as my feet left the ground. <br><br> I deposited the paper and looked down at him, feeling his grip around my midsection, "Okay, thanks. Got it." He smiled, took a moment and then let me down. Slowly. His hands slid up my body to graze my chest. He had stepped forward and ensured that my ass slid against his front. I was maneuvered into a tight position nearly against the shelves. <br><br> "There we go." <<crossroads #patrick>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> Okay. Maybe I wanted his hands on me a little longer. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough <<contents>> <br><br> I pressed myself back against his pants, feeling the weight and promise beneath them. He gave a pleased grunt and a pleasing grope to my chest. I quickly did an evaluation of risk and reward as we increased the pressure of him on me: I knew the door wasn't locked and I wasn't at the front desk. They wouldn't come looking for Patrick, but me? I wasn't confident in the soundproofing of the closet nor its proximity to the kitchen. Sex was probably out of the question. <br><br> Turning and dropping at the same time, I worked my skirt back up my thighs with a firm yank to give me the most freedom, ass-out. My hands worked at his fly and reached in, retrieving his cock with more ease than I expected. He wasn't big, even hard, so just getting out of his zipper was a simple task. My mouth dove onto it immediately and I felt him get rigid in all the ways. He tensed and grabbed at me in surprised, his head banging against one of the shelves behind him. He didn't make a sound in pain. <br><br> Normally, I would have not been happy that his hands had found my head and hair, but I wasn't going to have difficulty with him, so I relented. I looked up at him, watching him in the throws of passion and enjoying the fact that the role reversal of power had shifted so quickly and so easily. I let my teeth slightly nip and scrape at his short shaft, simply a subtle hint that I could emasculate him at any moment. I didn't want to, but there was a part of me that disliked being run around by all these men. And here I was giving head to one of them, during working hours and with hardly any effort on his part. <br><br> I applied pressure, a tight suction on his throbbing cock. He applied pressure to my scalp, tugging at the roots of my hair while my lips met with his stubbly-base and the sharp bites of his zipper. <br><br> He was practically holding his breath the entire time, which was good. The sound of sucking was far quieter than any other option that we had on the table and he seemed quite content with this turn of events. Still, I was focusing my efforts on quick completion rather than some mind-blowing experience. I didn't need to impress him any more than I already was. <br><br> I grabbed at the back of his slacks, pulling his ass towards me as I shoved my mouth down on his prick. Short, quick and deep, getting him fully in my mouth with gusto. I felt him quivering, risen up on the balls of his feet and his entire body locked as the orgasm approached rapidly. <br><br> He grasped hard at the back of my head, pushing me down against the front of his pants and having me realize the full discomfort of an open fly and belt buckle on my forehead. His cock throbbed and jerked against my tongue and the top of his mouth as he grunted and I received the brick he had mentioned earlier, hot tangy spurts of his slimy goo unloaded against the back of my mouth and tongue. <br><br> Holding still and breathing through my nose, I took his delivery and waited for him to be done -- mostly because I wasn't going to be able to free my head until then. Small dick, but huge load. I was shocked at how long he was spurting for, my mouth nearly overflowing and having to cock slightly backwards to keep from spilling out and onto my dress. <br><br> With a final, deep sigh, he was done and let go of my head. I pulled back and <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>sat back on my haunches, opening my mouth and tilting my head back further, looking up at him as I played with his massive load. I watched him in his disconnected and post-orgasm pleasure enjoying the view while I enjoyed the feeling and taste of the spectacular load. And then, swallowed, smacked my lips, wiped them and stood up.<<else>>swallowed, nearly coughing and gagging on the thick viscosity. It took me three tries to get it all down before I was sure all that was left was the latent taste of semen. I wiped my lips and stood up. A different situation, I would have spit, but here I'd have to open a box of tissues while I just let that stuff sit.<</if>> <br><br> I pushed his wet and limp little guy back into his pants with a smile and zipped him up, "Need to get back to the front desk." <br><br> "Yeah. Glad I could help." <br><br> "I think I helped more than you did." <br><br> He gave me that one, nodding and smiling with a little incline of his head. He moved past me and out the door. I took my time, emptying the box and trying to wrap my head around what I had just done. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first or last time that supply closet had been utilized, nor my only time with people at the office. But mostly it was before or after hours. Maybe a party or something like that. And whether or not the rumors and knowledge of my behavior spread around the office, it never reached me. I felt safe and permitted. Which is probably how they wanted it too. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> That box cutter was //right// there. I could teach him a lesson. <<contents>> <br><br> He gave a little squeeze. And that's all he got. My hand grasped the box cutter and I shifted my hips firmly, twisting my body and extricating myself. "Thanks." <br><br> "Aw, come on now. Just a little accident. Harmless." He smiled, trying to close the distance again. His smile was kind, but his intentions were far from friendly. I made sure he noticed what I was armed with. <br><br> "I need to get back to my desk. Gotta cut and run, Pat." I wasn't threatening him with the thing -- I didn't want to get fired -- but he definitely appreciated the blade. <br><br> He nodded, giving an awkward chuckle and frown as he backed away. He was protecting himself but he didn't really know me __not__ to use the thing on him. But, given our privacy and how I'd carefully managed the cutter, he couldn't turn the tables as if I was trying to kill him. He was considering it, though. "Right. No worries. I got shit to do too." He opened the door a bit too forcefully and let it slam behind him. <br><br> A little shaken: the adrenaline had kicked in even though I wasn't in danger. I took my time emptying the box and then headed back to the desk. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first interaction with guys like him at triple-A, but I managed them all with similar skill and ease. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.job == "OF">> <div id="OF"> It was my first night 'on air'. I had prepped my small but loyal fanbase that I would be presenting myself to them tonight. I was nervous as fuck. <br><br> I had the room to myself and I was in the midst of probably my fourth or fifth repositioning. I didn't want anything identifying in the shot. I definitely didn't want them to know I was a college student (though how hard could that be to figure out), and hopefully nothing about me either. It also might have been the nerves insisting that I procrastinate. Eventually, I couldn't find any better setup and I mounted my bed, readying myself for <span class="inline-text-input"><<textbox "$UN.OFName" "KinkyKlare">></span>'s first livestream. <br><br> Now. How was I going to present myself to them? <<crossroads #OF>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 2>> Cute, but casual -- the clothes that I always wear. They should get to know me. And it felt comfortable anyway. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Confident <<contents>> <<outfit hiphop>> "Hey guys!" I grinned broadly, waving into the ringlight as we went live. It felt weird talking to a camera, but that was the deal. I had another screen to the side to follow the scroll of comments as they came in. "Thanks for joining me for my very first live stream. I'm a virgin here, so I might need some guidance. And be gentle popping my cherry." I had an affected voice for this, learned from porn culture and it seemingly worked. It was lighter and airier than my own. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>>I wondered if they could tell how different it was from my real voice and how hard it was for me to keep up. If I had just been a voice I might have been more real, but I figured deeper and raspier would have aged me, and age was a death-knell in the sex community.<</if>> <br><br> I was sitting on my knees, hands between them and thighs strategically parted. It was a coy, youthful pose and allowed my upper arms to add some pressure to either side of my chest to accentuate them. <br><br> "I thought this was a show." "This a cozy stream?" "Is this Twitch?" A stream of surprised responses started to roll across the chat screen. Viewership started to drop. <<crossroads #OF>> <<path>> Double-down on the casual approach? <<contents>> "So I felt like tonight was a good time for me to get to know you. And you to get to know me." The numbers continued to tick down, comments became rather vitriolic. "So this is me! A normal night, just hanging out. And then I get dolled up for you..." <br><br> I pushed the front of my sweats down a bit, revealing my lack of underwear and the comments slowed down. "So, I want to do a little Q&A. Most questions are fair game. Hit me with your best shot." I rolled onto my side, giving a coy look to the camera and letting my bare feet sway behind me teasingly. <br><br><br> It didn't go well. Most of the attendees were gone and my subscriber base dropped off until I put out some extra racy material a month later. But I did establish a kind of solid fan base. The people who did want to know me. So there weren't only pervs out there. <br><br> Needless to say, comfy outfits didn't come back into the rotation. <br><br> I never felt like I was whoring myself out. I wasn't going to just keep escalating until there was nothing left to give. I kept things essentially tame and took what income I could from the loyal, if small, group that continued to support me. <br><br><br> But I appreciated that doing this was sustainable while not being too painful. A small scale content-maker, but it kept me [[afloat|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> Give them what they want before they leave? <<contents>> I smiled, leaning forward on my knees and letting my thumbs hook at the waist of my sweats, pulling deep and giving a shadowed but clear view at my lack of underwear, "Oh, I came ready for you. See?" The comments sped up, insisting I remove the sweats entirely. A donation later, I did what they <<linkexpand "asked.">> asked. <<lower>><<panties>> <br><br><br> "That's better." I giggled, kicking the sweats offscreen onto the floor. I resumed my position on my knees, letting my outer lips spread and peek at my pussy. My hand slid down between my legs and began idly playing with myself as I chatted with them, "Q&A time." It was what I had planned: a get-to-know-me session, just didn't realize I needed bare skin for us to get going. <br><br> The questions were all about sex. The ways I liked it. If they could fuck me. Would I take loads on my face; inside me; on my feet. I played it off like it was fine, answering with as much truth as I could muster as well as a hint of playfulness and what I knew they wanted to hear. <br><br> Another donation and it was time for me to get <<linkexpand "naked.">> naked. <<outfit naked>> <br><br><br> A rapid stream of clap emojis and a bump in my subscriber count. A couple of thank you donations. I spread my thighs and continued playing with myself, a hand going to my breast to work my nipples hard. <br><br> "When was the last time?" I smiled and gave them a little story -- some of the details enhanced or changed -- about my last hookup. I emphasized little moments with a push of my fingers inside me or enhance with a sexy noise. They loved it. <br><br> Another donation and it was time for me to up the ante. That's what this seemed to be: push the envelope to get more money and you had to keep the bar there or risk losing it all. "I want you all to fuck me with your words. Cybersex me." I laid back, aside the camera but with it squarely pointed down between my open thighs. <br><br> My eyes lost focus, became hooded with lust as I focused on fingering. Some of them were quite good at cyber and were able to build up scenarios that turned me on. Others English was poor at best. Others didn't even try to make a story. But there was enough to grasp onto. <br><br> And they all were rewarded, me cumming for them on camera. I made sure that the way by body contorted was for them. It meant my orgasm wasn't as great or freeing, but I wanted to make sure it looked hot for them. "Oh gawd. Thank you. MMm...more?" I grinned over at the camera as they insisted on more, on trying to make me squirt. <br><br> I wasn't about to pee on my bed, but I wasn't going to say no to the donations. <br><br> I gave them the show they wanted. By the end my pussy was throbbing, my fingers were sticky and soaked, my breath was haggard. They did get bored with the fingerbang show after a bit, but we transitioned into me taking asks for next time. We discussed what gifts and toys I might appreciate. <br><br> And they came through. They were ravenous to see me more, doing more, more often. They loved seeing me use and wear the things they bought for me. Some worshipped me, some treated me like a whore. But it was all for a good cause. It was relatively easy money at a cost that I was willing to pay. <br><br> I enjoyed the tug-of-war, trying to delay their gratification but not before it caused my count to drop. And I loved seeing the surge in response to something new. But new was a one-and-done kind of event. <br><br><br> Still, they kept me [[afloat|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Exhibitionism') || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 2>> Naked -- shock 'em from the start. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too reserved for that <<contents>> <<outfit naked>> "Hey guys!" I grinned broadly, waving into the ringlight as we went live. It felt weird talking to a camera, but that was the deal. I had another screen to the side to follow the scroll of comments as they came in. "Thanks for joining me for my very first live stream. I'm a virgin here, so I might need some guidance. And be gentle popping my cherry." I had an affected voice for this, learned from porn culture and it seemingly worked. It was lighter and airier than my own. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>>I wondered if they could tell how different it was from my real voice and how hard it was for me to keep up. If I had just been a voice I might have been more real, but I figured deeper and raspier would have aged me, and age was a death-knell in the sex community.<</if>> <br><br> I was sitting on my knees, hands between them and thighs strategically parted. My hands stroked up on the soft, enticing places near my core. It was a coy, youthful pose and allowed my upper arms to add some pressure to either side of my chest to accentuate them. I was on full-display and I could tell it was shocking. <br><br> "Whoah." "Fuck. Me." Drooling emojis. Water spray emojis. Lots and lots of eggplants. "Gimme that pussy." "Squeeze your tits." They were ravenous and I had given them a silent go ahead with my appearance. <br><br> My hand slid down between my legs and began idly playing with myself as I chatted with them, "Q&A time." It was what I had planned: a get-to-know-me session, just didn't realize I needed bare skin for us to get going. <br><br> The questions were all about sex. The ways I liked it. If they could fuck me. Would I take loads on my face; inside me; on my feet. I played it off like it was fine, answering with as much truth as I could muster as well as a hint of playfulness and what I knew they wanted to hear. <br><br> Another donation and it was time for me to get busy. I sunk a finger firmly inside me and gave the requisite gasp. "Oh you feel good." I smiled at them. A rapid stream of clap emojis and a bump in my subscriber count. A couple of thank you donations. I spread my thighs and continued playing with myself, a hand going to my breast to work my nipples hard. <br><br> "When was the last time?" I smiled and gave them a little story -- some of the details enhanced or changed -- about my last hookup. I emphasized little moments with a push of my fingers inside me or enhance with a sexy noise. They loved it. <br><br><br> Another donation and it was time for me to up the ante. That's what this seemed to be: push the envelope to get more money and you had to keep the bar there or risk losing it all. "I want you all to fuck me with your words. Cybersex me." I laid back, aside the camera but with it squarely pointed down between my open thighs. <br><br> My eyes lost focus, became hooded with lust as I focused on fingering. Some of them were quite good at cyber and were able to build up scenarios that turned me on. Others English was poor at best. Others didn't even try to make a story. But there was enough to grasp onto. <br><br> And they all were rewarded, me cumming for them on camera. I made sure that the way by body contorted was for them. It meant my orgasm wasn't as great or freeing, but I wanted to make sure it looked hot for them. "Oh gawd. Thank you. MMm...more?" I grinned over at the camera as they insisted on more, but this time it was //my// turn to fuck them with my words. <br><br> I gave them the show they wanted. "You're climbing ontop of me and I'm already prepped for you..." I spread my slit to show them how wet I was, "And you thrust your hard cock inside..." my fingers jammed in. The way a horny guy would. I let my legs fall open like it felt good. I arched my back, I growled at the camera. "Too tight for you?" I giggled as I made my hand shudder between my thighs while making the digits jam inside at awkward, random moments like they were hilting inside me. <br><br> I wasn't going to cum from this, but they were. Chat got real quiet as I continued the show. I edged my 'partner' and wrapped my thighs around my arm, toes curling for the foot fetishists and gave them a framed view of three of my fingers crammed inside me, shoving in and out. It was a lewd display, but it's exactly what they were paying for. <br><br> We traded back and forth for about half an hour. They got me off with their sexy chat, and then the next time I gave them a retelling of a recent hookup with as good of a physical display as I could manage. I had to admit: this was hot. I was certainly enjoying myself. <br><br><br> By the end my pussy was throbbing, my fingers were sticky and soaked, my breath was haggard. They did get bored with the fingerbang show after a bit, but we transitioned into me taking asks for next time. We discussed what gifts and toys I might appreciate. <br><br> And they came through. They were ravenous to see me more, doing more, more often. They loved seeing me use and wear the things they bought for me. Some worshipped me, some treated me like a whore. But it was all for a good cause. It was relatively easy money at a cost that I was willing to pay. <br><br> I enjoyed the tug-of-war, trying to delay their gratification but not before it caused my count to drop. And I loved seeing the surge in response to something new. But new was a one-and-done kind of event. <br><br><br> Still, they kept me [[afloat|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> Underwear -- hint without hiding. <<contents>> <<outfit underwear>> "Hey guys!" I grinned broadly, waving into the ringlight as we went live. It felt weird talking to a camera, but that was the deal. I had another screen to the side to follow the scroll of comments as they came in. "Thanks for joining me for my very first live stream. I'm a virgin here, so I might need some guidance. And be gentle popping my cherry." I had an affected voice for this, learned from porn culture and it seemingly worked. It was lighter and airier than my own. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>>I wondered if they could tell how different it was from my real voice and how hard it was for me to keep up. If I had just been a voice I might have been more real, but I figured deeper and raspier would have aged me, and age was a death-knell in the sex community.<</if>> <br><br> I was sitting on my knees, hands between them and thighs strategically parted. It was a coy, youthful pose and allowed my upper arms to add some pressure to either side of my chest to accentuate them. <br><br> "Aw, so cute." Some eye emojis. Some drooling. Some frowns. It seemed to be a spread of pleased and displeased. But it would have to do. My hand slid down between my legs into my underwear and began idly playing with myself as I chatted with them, "Q&A time." It was what I had planned: a get-to-know-me session. <br><br> The questions were all about sex. The ways I liked it. If they could fuck me. Would I take loads on my face; inside me; on my feet. I played it off like it was fine, answering with as much truth as I could muster as well as a hint of playfulness and what I knew they wanted to hear. <br><br> Then came an insistent donation: "Take that shit off." Needy. But it came with money. I smiled like it was okay and reached back to unclasp my <<link "bra">><<bra>><</link>>. A rapid stream of clap emojis and a bump in my subscriber count. A couple of thank you donations. I gave a shake of my tits as the girls freed themselves, my other hand still working teasingly between thighs, hidden by spare fabric. The other went to squeeze at my newly bared breasts, working my nipples hard. <br><br> "When was the last time?" I smiled and gave them a little story -- some of the details enhanced or changed -- about my last hookup. I emphasized little moments with a push of my fingers inside me or enhance with a sexy noise. They loved it. <br><br><br> Another donation, "I said. Off." It was time for me to up the ante. I leaned up on my knees, hooked under the sides of my underwear and pulled <<link "down">><<outfit naked>><</link>>. Twisting my hips, I peeled the underwear enticingly down my legs and over my feet, revealing my mound slowly, carefully. My underwear pulled at my slit from the wetness that had grown. I let my legs frame my sex and I ensured my feet were in view as the underwear finally came fully off. <br><br> I tossed them at the camera and let them hang over it, just hinting at the edges of view. I resumed my position and quickly sank a finger inside myself like it was unconscious. <br><br> That's what this seemed to be: push the envelope to get more money and you had to keep the bar there or risk losing it all. "Shit. Now that I'm naked, all I can think about is getting fucked. I want you all to fuck me with your words. Cybersex me." I laid back, aside the camera but with it squarely pointed down between my open thighs. <br><br> My eyes lost focus, became hooded with lust as I focused on fingering. Some of them were quite good at cyber and were able to build up scenarios that turned me on. Others English was poor at best. Others didn't even try to make a story. But there was enough to grasp onto. <br><br> And they all were rewarded, me cumming for them on camera. I made sure that the way by body contorted was for them. It meant my orgasm wasn't as great or freeing, but I wanted to make sure it looked hot for them. "Oh gawd. Thank you. MMm...more?" I grinned over at the camera as they insisted on more, on trying to make me squirt. <br><br> I wasn't about to pee on my bed, but I wasn't going to say no to the donations. <br><br><br> I gave them the show they wanted. By the end my pussy was throbbing, my fingers were sticky and soaked, my breath was haggard. They did get bored with the fingerbang show after a bit, but we transitioned into me taking asks for next time. We discussed what gifts and toys I might appreciate. <br><br> And they came through. They were ravenous to see me more, doing more, more often. They loved seeing me use and wear the things they bought for me. Some worshipped me, some treated me like a whore. But it was all for a good cause. It was relatively easy money at a cost that I was willing to pay. <br><br> I enjoyed the tug-of-war, trying to delay their gratification but not before it caused my count to drop. And I loved seeing the surge in response to something new. But new was a one-and-done kind of event. <br><br><br> Still, they kept me [[afloat|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 2>> Something sexy and slutty -- use what I'd picked up at the adult store for //something//. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't think performatively like that <<contents>> /* CLOTHES (Needed): Sexy cosplay outfit - temp ahri with bound tanktop */ <<outfit ahriAcademy>> <<upper tanktop_bound>> "Hey guys!" I grinned broadly, waving into the ringlight as we went live. It felt weird talking to a camera, but that was the deal. I had another screen to the side to follow the scroll of comments as they came in. "Thanks for joining me for my very first live stream. I'm a virgin here, so I might need some guidance. And be gentle popping my cherry." I had an affected voice for this, learned from porn culture and it seemingly worked. It was lighter and airier than my own. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>>I wondered if they could tell how different it was from my real voice and how hard it was for me to keep up. If I had just been a voice I might have been more real, but I figured deeper and raspier would have aged me, and age was a death-knell in the sex community.<</if>> <br><br> I was sitting on my knees, hands between them and thighs strategically parted. It was a coy, youthful pose and allowed my upper arms to add some pressure to either side of my chest to accentuate them. <br><br> "Gawd. Fucking hot." "She's my faaaaave." Drooling emojis. Eggplants. Some water sprays. Some threw in gifs of Rule34. People had created sex cartoons of this character and they were showing me what they imagined. This really worked them up. I giggled, biting my lower lip and leaning forward. I hinted at her typical pose and gave a catch-phrase while I slid my hand down between my legs to grab at my pussy. <br><br> I had planned for a Q&A session for them to get to know me, but they wanted to have time with //her//. Not me. I was just the avatar presenting her for them to enjoy. It was a weird feeling of disappointment as well as shield of protection. I wasn't on display. I could disassociate and give them more. And they wanted more. Clearly she had lived in their collective imaginations and they had designs on her. A fake thing, a digital doll, a fabrication. <br><br><br> [The rest is a WIP! Come back later after a poll decides on what character she is!] <br><br><br> I gave them the show they wanted. By the end my pussy was throbbing, my fingers were sticky and soaked, my breath was haggard. They did get bored with the fingerbang show after a bit, but we transitioned into me taking asks for next time: //who// would be doing a show. It became my thing, cosplay girl for them. <br><br> It was a lot of extra work because I had to create the costume most times. Couldn't just buy it off the shelf, but my subscribers ate it up. And I was more than happy to put in the extra effort and time if the money came on the other end of it. <br><br> And they came through. They were ravenous to see me more, doing more, more often. They loved seeing 'me' in my new forms. Some worshipped me, some treated me like a whore. But it was all for a good cause. It was relatively easy money at a cost that I was willing to pay. <br><br> I enjoyed the tug-of-war, trying to delay their gratification but not before it caused my count to drop. And I loved seeing the surge in response to something new. But new was a one-and-done kind of event. <br><br><br> Still, they kept me [[afloat|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<if $CC.sexuality == -1>> <<addBody "Katie" F "Katie, closing manager that gave me the best shifts, unsurprisingly" "closing manager that gave me the best shifts, unsurprisingly">> <<else>> <<addBody "Carl" M "Carl, closing restaurant manager that gave me the best shifts, unsurprisingly" "closing manager that gave me the best shifts, unsurprisingly">> <</if>> Waiting tables? You really wanted to hear about that wear and tear on my soul? The nights running around the restaurant were a blur. Each guest blended together with each other. And there was a moment when I tried my hand at bartending. <br><br> I picked up some skills watching the cooks in the kitchen. <br><br> I wore through so many shoes. <br><br> Oh. And I fucked one of the floor managers in the office on nights when we closed together. <br><br> That sate your curiosity? <br><br> Gotta give you credit for trying, but back to the more interesting [[stuff|UN004 - Professor]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "cheer">> <<outfit UNcheer>> I climbed out of the team bus after a hard-fought loss against a conference team. There was very little talking and everyone was acting like I felt: exhausted. <br><br> What made it worse was remembering where we were being put up: the run-down EconoLodge. We walked towards the shitty stop-over, a dispiriting capstone to the weekend. <br><br> With the money my university made off of the athletics department, you'd think they would be willing to spend just a little bit more than budget on their players. And cheerleaders, by proxy. <br><br> I swiped my plastic keycard over and over until it registered that, yes, this ''is'' my room and gave the door a firm shove to overcome the years of warping and moisture buildup. Despite the beat-up and stained carpet underfoot, I quickly ditched your <<link "sneakers">><<feet>><</link>> on my way to the bathroom. <br><br> After everything, I needed a win today and a hot, cleansing shower sounded like just the thing. But I needed to get it right //then//, before my two squadmates arrived and the fight for dibs began. <br><br> <div id="shower"> <<link "Strip">><<replace "#shower">> /* TODO pace taking off cloth with 2 upper/lower as two separate link expands */ <<outfit naked>> First thing first: get this shit off. I reached back and unzipped the top, pulling it over my head and dropped it on the tile of the confined bathroom. My <<print $Body.tits>> tits, free, brought out a happy sigh, stifled immediately by hearing chirping at my door and the beeping of the card reader -- they were here. I couldn't help but immediately hate them. <br><br> With a <<if $Stats.Skills.Coordination.value gt 1>>swift<<else>>repeated<</if>>kick to the door, it shut. Another barrier between me and them, I rushed to ditch the skirt and bloomers down my smooth legs. They had barely collected around my feet on the mildewy and kind of sticky floor before I was reaching into the shower. I turned the knob and heard the pipes banging hard inside the paper-thin wall, and watched the showerhead jerking in the air...but nothing came out. <br><br> Confused, I turned the other knob. Both knobs. Back and forth. Nothing. And with an exasperated grunt, I realized my shower isn't working. <br><br> Another wave of loss -- nearly depression-like force -- weighed down on me as the one saving grace of the day came up short. <br><br> Not surprising, as I looked at the crack in the glass in the mirror, splitting the sight of my naked and still unwashed body. I felt like I could see the sweat and exertion from the game. I definitely could feel it. <br><br> /* TODO Mira - here's a spot where stats gate options afterwards */ <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value lt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>> Head back into the room, <<link "leaving">><<replace "#shower">> Suri and Elise barely batted an eye as I stepped out buck naked. "Shower's fucked." <br><br> Suri laughed, "Welp, not like I can make these sheets any dirtier." And with a shrug she sat down on the edge of her bed, turning her attention to social media. <br><br> Elise eyed me up and down, "Sucks, frosh. So, whatcha gonna do about it, cuz I'm not dealing with your stink." <br><br> <<link "Deal">><<replace "#shower">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> I flipped off Elise, grunted and turned around, grabbing the soiled uniform from the bathroom. <br><br> It was only later, when Elise used the faucet -- opening the faucet for more than a few moments and then the water came on for her -- for a whore's bath, that I realized I'd unnecessarily changed and gotten my filth on my last set of fresh clothes. <br><br> She smiled devilishly at me and flicked a spray of water in my face. "Water's fine." <br><br> I sighed. What a downer. I took my turn after her, refreshing as best I [[could|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>><</link>> with it. <br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> Try someone else's shower, with a towel to <<link "cover up">><<replace "#shower">> <<outfit towel>> Rolling my eyes at Elise, I stepped over your uniform looking sad and discarded to grab a threadbare towel from the rack in the bathroom. I wrapped it quickly and as securely as I could manage around myself. <br><br> I was outta here. I opened the door, keycard in hand, and I felt the airflow -- this towel was barely covering the necessities. <br><br> Knowing time was of the essence, you stepped out onto the open-air hallway making a snap-second decision where to go for a shower-savior. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills.Social.value gt 3>> The nearest <<link "squadmates room">><<replace "#shower">> <<outfit towel>> The concrete of the open-air hallway bit into my bare feet — trying to ignore the trash that kept finding its way underfoot — I strode quickly to the next room, and did quick memory check to ensure this //is// a member of my team and not some about-to-be-lucky motel guest. <br><br> A succinct rap at the door and Dara opened up, immediately breaking into a massive grin, "Uh, <<print $CC.name>>, this ain't your room..." <br><br> I scrambled to explain, putting on my most casual and confident self, while my fingers desperately cinched the towel closed around myself, the other two girls inside tittered in excitement and peered over Dara's shoulder to see. One snapped a fucking //picture// on her phone. <br><br> I could tell they were drawing this out. Eyes from the parking lot and down the hall were caressing my barely clothed body. <br><br> But I played it off, and luckily had ingratiated myself with most of these girls. A little hazing of them holding me out here to dry for a moment was all they wanted. <br><br> Eventually, I was allowed in with a playful smack on my ass. The door shut and I felt my body relax, but nowhere near as loose as I became as the hot water poured over my body — at least there's one win [[today|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> The nearest <<link "squadmates room">><<replace "#shower">> <<outfit towel>> The concrete of the open-air hallway bit into my bare feet — trying to ignore the trash that kept finding its way underfoot — I strode quickly to the next room, and did quick memory check to ensure this //is// a member of my team and not some about-to-be-lucky motel guest. <br><br> A succinct rap at the door and Dara opened up, immediately breaking into a massive grin, "Uh, <<print $CC.name>>, this ain't your room..." <br><br> I scrambled to explain, putting on my most casual and confident self, while my fingers desperately cinched the towel closed around myself, the other two girls inside tittered in excitement and peered over Dara's shoulder to see. One snapped a fucking //picture// on her phone. <br><br> I could tell they were drawing this out. I felt eyes from the parking lot and down the hall watching me, caressing my bare flesh. I knew I hadn't made many friends on this squad — and these three were not going to help me out. <br><br> Glaring as Dara did another, "Uh-huh...and then?" trying to keep me standing there talking, they all burst out laughing. I spun, looking down the hallway for another option. __Many__ people had stopped what they're doing to become voyeurs. My skin tingled. <br><br> /* TODO linkexpand outfit naked */ Dara grabbed at my towel and before you I knew what had happened, it was off me and behind the now-shut door, leaving me <<link "naked">><<outfit naked>><</link>>. So I decided... <br><br> There is *one* girl who <<link "liked me">><<replace "#shower">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> The concrete of the open-air hallway bit into my bare feet, locating my friend Alice's room and trying to ignore the trash that kept finding its way underfoot. <br><br> She was a bit shocked, pulling the door open, not expecting to find me...and definitely not like this, "<<print $CC.name>>!" <br><br> I motioned for her to quickly let me in and she laughed, letting me by. I filled her in as we tired her shower as well. Luckily, it sputtered to life. <br><br><br> /* TODO linkexpand outfit towel */ Refreshed, I wrapped myself in a new towel and chilled in her room until the [[evening|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <br> The <<link "coaches">><<replace "#shower">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> The concrete of the open-air hallway bit into my bare feet — trying to ignore the trash that kept finding its way underfoot — I moved quickly down the long line of rooms. I felt eyes on me from the parking lot beside the rooms, and watched the delighted faces of my classmates as one husband got shoved against the wall by his wife for standing there slack-jawed. <br><br> Reaching the door, I did a quick memory check to ensure this ''is'' where a couple of the coaches were staying and not some about-to-be-lucky motel guest. And then I knocked. <br><br> Coach Bertie did a double-take as he opened the door, "Aren't you..." <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>, just joined the squad." <br><br> "Right, right." Luckily, a quick scan around the room proved it was only him. <br><br> "Sorry, the shower in our room is busted." <br><br> "Ohhh, I see..." he nodded, playing off the situation as casually as I was. He welcomed me into the room and shut the door behind me, "Been there before. Always check the water first." I could tell there was a battle inside him: the growth in his athletic shorts on one side and his brain on the other. He was debating how to behave with me standing in his room showing every inch of my body as if I was fully clothed. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Older Men")>> <<link "Flirt">><<replace "#shower">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<addBody "Coach Bertie" M "Coach Bertie">> "Can you show me?" There was a playful smirk and a glint in my eye. His grin was //massive// as he stepped forward -- he knew how to act now -- and confidently just slid his hand between my thighs. <br><br> "You have to check the water first...hmmm." His fingers glid deftly across my cleft, the hand on my mound being used to guide me over to his bed. He pushed me onto my back and dropped between your legs. His beard tickled and pokes at the soft of my inner thighs and the sensitive skin between them. Most notable, though, was his tongue: I was orgasming within a minute. <br><br> "Holy...fuck." My legs shook as I tried to hold them up in the air, gawking up at the cracked and stained motel ceiling. I expected him to stop, but instead a second orgasm came even faster than the first, and ''much'' harder. I was squealing and grabbing at his head, trying to push him off as the orgasms tore through me. I was certain everyone in earshot could hear. And if they //could// hear...and the door shut only few moments ago. <br><br> Eventually, he relented and my legs sagged, overwhelmed. "There, it's running now." He smiled like a sex-god. "I'd usually ask for a returned favor, but I think you need a second." I nodded in agreement, watching as he took his clothes off. He climbed over me and I tensed, expecting entry, but he was fiddling with his wallet, "Fuck...I didn't bring..." <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>"Fuck. Just. Pull out." My brain completely shut off at the moment.<<else>>I waved my arm back and forth broadly in the air, panting hard, "It's fine."<</if>> <br><br> He didn't need any encouragement as he pushed himself in finally, well-lubed from his oral ministrations. Aftershocks pulsed through my body with each of his firm, confident cock thrusts. Overwhelmed, I was barely able to focus on the image of him holding himself over me between my swaying legs. Before long, orgasm __three__. <br><br> Seeing me cumming on his cock, he went for it himself, jackrabbiting at my pussy as my hands pawed and pulled at his ass. He took that as a hint and quickly bust nut firmly inside me. My third climax sparkled a different kind of brightness as his organ pumped hot goo inside. I was still shuddering a bit when his last shot hit inside and he instantly pulled out and off me with a content sigh. <br><br> "You want that shower now?" <br><br> "May...maybe...later. Can...we do that again?" I asked, glazed over and looking at the ceiling, full of cum. <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>Sensibilities completed fucked out of me, I cared more about cumming again than the hundreds of millions of sperm swimming inside me.<</if>> <br><br> He chuckled, "Maybe later." <br><br> I gave a nod and slowly recovered. I heard the tv playing some reality TV as he laid beside me, his deep breathing and my shuddering pants moving the bed weakly. A minute or so, I had had some control over my body, turning my head to his lap, sucking him to life again. "Oh, goddamn...<<shake 4s>>good<</shake>> girl." He patted me lightly on the head, giving me little nudges as he watched tv, encouraging me to edge him for a couple minutes before grabbing me, flipping me on my stomach and driving himself home //hard//. Pronebone. He wasn't trying as hard from that point on, but I think my body was primed, easily popping off underneath him throughout the night as we went at it again and again and again. <br><br> The other coach rolled in with an awkward and surprised look on his face somewhere in the midst of the third round before chuckling while neither of us paused, looking over at him while fucking. He took the cue and excused himself to one of the other rooms, leaving us to it. <br><br> He was good and half of the games were out of town. The next one he initiated early, testing the waters and was pleased to find me receptive. <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>That time I insisted on our safety, though and we used condoms from then on. Thank god.<</if>> <br><br><br> The rumors got around, but we shared motel rooms for the rest of my college [[career|UN004 - Professor]]. <br><br> <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = "Coach Bertie">>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 3 || $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> <<link "Don't be rude">><<replace "#shower">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<addBody "Coach Bertie" M>> "Yeah, totally learned that now!" I laughed, as unsure as he seemed to be, the sexual tension in the air palpable. "Sorry about...this," indicating my naked body. <br><br> "You think I'm sorry?" he raised an eyebrow, his eyes following my hand's movements. <br><br> "True," I inclined my head with a shrug, not surprised in the slightest. <br><br> "You've got a real nice <<if $Body.tattoos.length gt 0>><<print $Body.tattoos.random()>><<else>>pussy<</if>>," he casually breathed out, stepping towards me and letting his hand continue where mine stopped. His fingers stroked across the object of his compliment. My skin tingled, it was exciting as hell running around with all eyes on me, but to have him just reach out and feel me like that... <br><br> "Thank you..." It was soft. Permissive. A second hand, sliding over my ass, cupping and tugging me firmly towards him. <br><br> "You're <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>>//gor//geous<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>>fucking hot<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>pretty cute<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 2>>good looking naked<<else>>not bad<</if>>. No wonder you were running around like this like it was nothing." He said, almost to himself as his hand groped between my legs -- more possessively than an attempt to arouse -- feeling me warming up. <br><br> "Thank you." The situation moved quickly, and I naturally started to pull his athletic shorts down and stroke his cock to get him ready too. <br><br> "Oh yeah. You're a <<shake 2s>>good<</shake>> girl." <br><br> "Thank you." It seemed like all I could manage to say, grunting softly as he pushed me onto my back and nudged my legs open with his knees. His meat found my cleft with a practiced simplicity. He grunted and I gasped as his flexed hips firmly stick it inside me. He knew how to act now. <br><br> I got to watch him standing there between my thighs pumping, or the cracked and stained ceiling bouncing throughout the fuck. He wasn't bad, and in a different situation maybe I would have cum. On the other hand, not distracted by too intense of pleasure, I was able to keep my wits about me and as soon as I felt his rhythm becoming erratic, I knew it was time. <br><br> Twisting my hips and pulling back from him just at the right moment, my hand jerked down to pull him out, feeling the muscle jerking in my palm as his jizz splattered across my mound, tummy and to the bottoms of my tits. He grinned and sighed, dropping next to me as he recovered, cock shining and sticky. <br><br> Now //definitely// needing the shower, I slid off the bed without a word and raced to the bathroom as his seed trailed down my skin in streaks. The shower thankfully came to life simply, hearing him call out, "You gotta check the water first, see?" as I began to wipe him off me. It was a fast shower, but it was a hot shower. I hopped out, grabbed a towel around myself and saw he'd fallen asleep. That was fast. I snuck out, quietly and new towel around my body back to my room. <br><br><br> No one seemed much the wiser and he kept it to himself. The only thing that people talked about was the loss and me streaking around the motel. It was a little jab to my pride. But I could deal — having the secret was pretty [[exciting|UN004 - Professor]]. <br><br> <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = "Coach Bertie">>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <br><br><br> <</if>> I was on a <<link "mission">><<replace "#shower">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> "Right through there?" I pointed to the bathroom as I walked by him -- I'd be lying if I wasn't enjoying how he devoured my naked form. But he was not getting this, nuh-uh. <br><br> "Yeah. Go ahead." A bit dejected but following me a few steps behind, he leaned in the doorframe as I stepped into the shower. The pipes thrummed and came to life, dousing me with water. I sighed contentedly and cleaned myself off. <br><br> Despite the situation, I was in my own world with no idea when he stopped watching, but when I climbed out to dry off I was a bit disappointed to not see him still there. Maybe as a bit of 'here's what you missed', I moved to make my tits jiggle far more than necessary while drying my <<print $Body.hair>> hair and popped back into his motel room. <br><br> He smiled, watching me unabashedly showing off, but remained reclined on the bed and watching the shitty TV. "Ya might want something for the return trip," using the remote as a pointer he identified a pair of athletic shorts and one of his T-shirts he'd lain out. <br><br> Sitting a bit too close to his feet on the edge of the bed, I pulled them on, "Thanks. Really appreciate it." <br><br> "No worries. Doubt anyone will believe me anyway." <br><br><br> The story spread a bit, so there __were__ some people who believed him. Others thought we fucked, but the excitement died down pretty quickly and I was sure he was more disappointed only getting to see you naked than he was with losing the [[game|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <br><br><br> <</replace>><</link>> had to put themselves up in the better rooms. <br><br> The university had to value the actual <<link "players">><<replace "#shower">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> The concrete of the open-air hallway bit into my bare feet — trying to ignore the trash that kept finding its way underfoot — I moved quickly down the long line of rooms. I felt eyes on me from the parking lot beside the rooms, and watched the delighted faces of my classmates as one husband got shoved against the wall by his wife for standing there slack-jawed. <br><br> Reaching the door, I did a quick memory check to ensure this ''is'' where a couple of the players were staying and not some about-to-be-lucky motel guest. <br><br> "Whoah. Hey there <<print $CC.name>>. Hey guys..." Roan called out to the other two sharing the room as he opened the door widely, stepping back. They looked over at the opening door, me being fully revealed to them. <br><br> "Sorry...my shower's not working." Getting in was easy. Now the hard part. <br><br> "We're not sorry." Clarke lifted himself off the motel bed. <br><br> "I'm certain ours works." Doron nodded appreciatively for the bounce of my tits. <br><br> /* TODO crossroads */ <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3>> I could take <<link "advantage">><<replace "#shower">> <<set $UN.CBC += 3>> <<addBody Doron M "Doron, College Guard">> <<addBody Clarke M "Clarke, Corner Back">> <<addBody Roan M "Roan, Linebacker">> I stepped forward confidently as the door shut behind me. "Cool. Anyone want to join me?" A playful smile over my shoulder and...the guys looked shocked. Incredibly pleased, but shocked all the same. <br><br> The look was all I gave them, heading into the bathroom and didn't hear anything behind me. Maybe they had decided it was a bit easy. Too slutty. Didn't just want to be the next ride on the bicycle of <<print $CC.name>>. But, then I was shoved forward against the sink. Grasping the basin, I grinned into the mirror, seeing Roan pushing down firmly on my lower back to pin me against the porcelain. His other hand deftly tugged his athletic shorts down. Z quick spit into the second hand before it smacked a little too firmly between my legs, hips shifting to line up and //immediately// shoved in. <br><br> I was ''not'' ready, and his head dug hard at my mound trying to find my opening. Then the give of my pussy accepted the rough pressure of his swelling cock and he was in me. He wasn't ready either and he was barely starting to pull back, feeling my inner ridges tugging insanely tightly against his bare shaft -- he shoved urgently forward again and started cumming inside me. "Oh. FUCK!" <br><br> The other two were laughing while I felt him grinding against my ass, cock jerking inside my clutch -- semen lubricating where there had just been a lack of moistness -- and then casually pulled free. <br><br> The next two took longer, which was a mixed blessing, because my hipbones ended up pretty bruised from the edge of the sink, but I managed to cum as well. Breathing raggedly, my body jostled with the weight of Clarke lifting off of me, and a third slow drool of cum beginning out of my reddened pussy. <br><br> He smacked my ass and sauntered out of the bathroom, leaving me finally to take the shower. Enjoying the tingling inside from the orgasm, it was like heaven as the warm water poured down my body. I was in my own world when Doron pulled the curtain aside to join me for a second time. He chuckled as I jerked back, startled at his sudden appearance, "You asked for company." <br><br> Trying to laugh it off, I dropped to my knees as he stepped in with me, my head bobbing to get him hard again. <br><br> Thankful that being bent forward now granted a reprieve for my sore hips, it was also easy to turn off the water while he emptying inside me again, shuddering as another light orgasm sparked through my nerves. <br><br> Four quick and thick loads blasted inside me, and now that the shower was done, I was climbing out with cum swinging from my slit, still dirty. <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>I sighed, relieved it would only require a single Plan B to take care of the billion sperm inside me.<</if>> <br><br> I followed him out of the bathroom and spent the rest of the night with the guys rather than deal with the bitches back in my room. I think we all were able to forget the painful loss. Sent back and forth between the two beds and the roll-away, I was sweaty, sticky and dirtier than when I needed the shower that brought me there. <br><br> In the morning, I woke exhausted, incredibly sore and weak. I rushed out of wearing one of their large shirts, padding barefoot, thighs sticking together, hair an absolute mess to grab my things and catch the bus in time. After dealing with the quick rundown, saving the details for later -- nothing to hide with my state, I headed back to the bus bathroom for a quick whore's bath. The ride back was painfully long and everyone heard the full story of the night. <br><br> The "The Night of <<print $CC.name>>" got me in good with the entire team, but killed all chances I had with my squadmates. Practice was a nightmare until there was fresh blood and the rest of them got over themselves, a few years [[later|UN004 - Professor]]. <br><br> <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = "Roan, College Linebacker">>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <</replace>><</link>> of the situation. <</if>> Or slip into the bathroom <<link "quickly">><<replace "#shower">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers += 2>> I moved confidently, ignoring eye contact as best I could while letting them get an eye-full. I smiled, playing it up and teasing them a bit to keep them distracted from what I was really doing. Roan suddenly realized, but a moment too late, avoiding his outstretched arm with a quick, little hop-step sliding past him into the bathroom. <br><br> "Heyyy!"<br> "Where you goin, girl?"<br> "Not fair..."<br> <br><br> And with a giggle I shut the door, but the weight of the large, athletic men was too much for me and it shoved right back open. "Sorry, I just really need a shower." <br><br> Roan nodded, "Totally. But we're going to watch." <br><br> Without many options, I stepped back into the shower and turned it on. It //worked//! <br><br> Roan watched with a broad smile, leaning against the sink as I lathered my hair with the cheap motel shampoo. <br><br> Doron appeared a second later, his phone out and obviously recording the whole thing. If only the curtain hadn't been absolutely see-through. <br><br> Clarke peeked his head in, nodding appreciatively, "Nice <<if $Body.tattoos.length gt 0>><<print $Body.tattoos.random()>><<else>>pussy<</if>>." <br><br> The generic brand soap did its job and the water was hot, but not as hot as the situation. The attention got the better of me. I couldn't help but grin and slowly turn my body to give the boys some better angles. I took my time to get clean, giving the video show a long run time. We talked as I showered, them getting to know me and commenting on me or guiding my sudsing. <br><br> I could tell they were all packing erections by the end. And there was a little angry tension in the air — already pissed from the game and now been teased like this at arms length. I knew they were all wanting to jack off and release the tension but weren't about to whip them out crammed together with each other in the bathroom. <br><br> /* TODO linkexpand outfit towel */ I stretched my hand out for a towel, which they gave me and I wrapped myself in it, "Thanks guys," I passed, pecking each of them on the cheek. <br><br><br> That video made the rounds at school and became an amateur hit on the internet<<run $CC.memories.push("Internet Shower Video")>>, and it got me far more attention than I expected. I knew some girls transferred schools over this kind of thing. But not me. I grinned and bore it because I got my damn [[shower|UN004 - Professor]]! <<else>> <<set $UN.CBC += 3>> <<addBody Doron M "Doron, College Guard">> <<addBody Clarke M "Clarke, Corner Back">> <<addBody Roan M "Roan, Linebacker">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> I moved like I was just checking out the room while letting them get an eye-full. I smiled, playing it up and teasing them a bit to keep them distracted from what I was really doing. Roan suddenly realized, a moment too soon, catching me with his outstretched arm and stopping my quick, little hop-step from sliding past him into the bathroom. <br><br> "Heyyy!"<br> "Where you goin, girl?"<br> "Nuh-uh!"<br> <br><br> Roan pulled me close and away from the bathroom, over to the nearest bed. I giggled and squirmed a bit, but his strength wouldn't make getting away easy — and who knew how they'd react to that. I'd heard of situations like this at college and I was not about to become another one of those stories. "Let's just chill for a bit." His hands rested strong and suggestively on my waist and thigh. <br><br> "I mean, gotta give it to you, you're a confident as fuck chick, walking around like that." Doron gave an appreciative nod. <br><br> "But looking like that..." Clarke whistled. The hand on my waist slid up my bare skin to squeeze one of my <<print $Body.tits>> tits mostly just testing the waters. I knew where this was going and not quite sure if I should have expected anything different rolling up to the player's room like this. <br><br> Seeing my permissiveness with copping a feel, they were all smiles and things moved //quick// after that. <br><br> Roan went first, missionary and <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>luckily<</if>> has solid pullout game. Doron moved from my mouth, switching with the Linebacker after the load spewed across my stomach. Clarke seemed to be just having to wait for his turn, watching as I got pounded a second time while Roan stood beside the bed, chest heaving and hands on his hips while a 'subtle' dick in my face hinted I suck him back to life and clean my pussy off his shaft. <br><br> The motel bed squeaked urgently and my legs swayed in the air as Doron didn't even play the pullout game and solidly unloaded deep inside. He waved over Clarke while pinning my hips down as his cock throbbed. Clarke wasn't pleased with getting sloppy seconds but was saved when Roan pushes him towards my face instead, wanting a second round. <br><br> I did my best to swallow down Clarke's load while Roan went hard the second time -- far less sensitive. Afterwards I was out of breath, but Roan was kind enough to heft me over his shoulder -- his footballer strength making me feel like a doll, oozing white, as he helped me to the bathroom. Finally. I got my shower. <br><br><br> The story was a hot topic for the rest of the losing season, the only highlight anybody could seem to [[find|UN004 - Professor]]. <br><br> <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = "Roan, College Linebacker">>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <br> <<if $CC.maleReaction == 1>> But it would be offensive to <<link "rush">><<replace "#shower">> <<set $UN.CBC += 3>> <<addBody Doron M "Doron, College Guard">> <<addBody Clarke M "Clarke, Corner Back">> <<addBody Roan M "Roan, Linebacker">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> Roan pulled me close and away from the bathroom, over to the nearest bed. I giggled and squirmed a bit, but his strength wouldn't make getting away easy — and who knew how they'd react to that. I'd heard of situations like this at college and I was not about to become another one of those stories. "Let's just chill for a bit." His hands rested strong and suggestively on my waist and thigh. <br><br> "I mean, gotta give it to you, you're a confident as fuck chick, walking around like that." Doron gave an appreciative nod. <br><br> "But looking like that..." Clarke whistled. The hand on my waist slid up my bare skin to squeeze one of my <<print $Body.tits>> tits mostly just testing the waters. I knew where this was going and not quite sure if I should have expected anything different rolling up to the player's room like this. <br><br> Seeing my permissiveness with copping a feel, they were all smiles and things moved //quick// after that. <br><br> Roan went first, missionary and <<if $CC.fertile == 1>>luckily<</if>> has solid pullout game. Doron moved from my mouth, switching with the Linebacker after the load spewed across my stomach. Clarke seemed to be just having to wait for his turn, watching as I got pounded a second time while Roan stood beside the bed, chest heaving and hands on his hips while a 'subtle' dick in my face hinted I suck him back to life and clean my pussy off his shaft. <br><br> The motel bed squeaked urgently and my legs swayed in the air as Doron didn't even play the pullout game and solidly unloaded deep inside. He waved over Clarke while pinning my hips down as his cock throbbed. Clarke wasn't pleased with getting sloppy seconds but was saved when Roan pushes him towards my face instead, wanting a second round. <br><br> I did my best to swallow down Clarke's load while Roan went hard the second time -- far less sensitive. Afterwards I was out of breath, but Roan was kind enough to heft me over his shoulder -- his footballer strength making me feel like a doll, oozing white, as he helped me to the bathroom. Finally. I got my shower. <br><br> The story was a hot topic for the rest of the losing season, the only highlight anybody could seem to [[find|UN004 - Professor]]. <br><br> <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = "Roan, College Linebacker">>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <br> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> more, right? <br> Maybe try the motel <<link "front office">><<replace "#shower">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> The concrete of the open-air hallway bit into my bare feet — trying to ignore the trash that kept finding its way underfoot — I moved quickly down the long line of rooms. I felt eyes on me from the parking lot beside the rooms, and I watched the delighted faces of my classmates as one husband got shoved against the wall by his wife for standing there slack-jawed. <br><br> Flinging open the glass door at the front of the motel, the bell jangled. Attention received, the surprised and excited front desk attendant managed, "Uh, is...everything...alright, m-miss?" <br><br> The cool air of the lobby made my nipples immediately shrink and harden, goosebumps raising across my skin. As I crossed towards him, his eyes eagerly dropped down to my tits and pussy, I couldn't help but enjoy the cool and recently washed lobby tiles under my feet. Finally, //something// clean! <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3>> "I'll <<link "do">><<replace "#shower">> <<addBody "Econolodge Manager" M>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> "Oh yeah?" The surprise in his face shifted -- shocked to pleased. <br><br> "I'm too tired and over it to bullshit right now, NGL." <br><br> He quickly put an "Lunch Break" sign on the desk and leaving his station to slide his arm around my waist. His hand dropped in that way that guys do, testing the waters as he gave my ass a pat, pat, pat, "Right this way..." <br><br> I felt strangely aroused by the situation. His fingers dig into the meat of my asscheek, the jingling of the door announcing our departure to a nearby room. My exhaustion and this burning need to get clean are about to made it all a lot dirtier. I didn't even know this guy's name. <br><br> A good dozen or so of my classmates had left their rooms as the story spread like wildfire, catching the sight of me being guided into this unoccupied motel room with the manager. What's happening was as obvious to them as it was to both of us. <br><br> His keycard unlocked on the first swipe. <br><br> "Showering second makes the most sense to me." It was a comment assuming everything. <br><br> He sat on the edge of the squeaky motel bed, pushing his pants down...enough. A short, stubby cock surrounded by wiry grey hairs popped free. <br><br> I dropped to my knees, listening to him groan as I tried to get him off with some head before it escalated. And right as I felt him starting to pulse. The rigidity promising cum...he had something else in mind. He tugged me up by a fistful of my hair. <br><br> He smiled broadly, hair-grappling me onto the bed while he climbed ontop, "The shower's in there. Should work." He wasn't even promising a working shower as he pushed my thighs apart. <br><br> "You have a condom?" I asked awkwardly as I felt the pressure of his cock against my slit. <br><br> "Back at the desk. Sorry." He grunted that response as he thrust immediately inside. Thankfully I //had// been turned on by walking around naked, so it wasn't too uncomfortable. <br><br> The coils of the bed squeaked loudly under his insistent pounding. He gazed down at my bouncing body, his pants jangling around his knees, and about a minute later grunted and presses intently inside me as he blew his load. <br><br> "Back to work! Enjoy your shower." He concluded the 'trade' and pulled his pants up, looking down at my flooded body. I waited til he left and then hobbled to the shower -- never before had I needed one more than now. <br><br> It was wonderfully hot. <br><br> Losing out of town was immediately forgotten as the story of <<print $CC.name>> and the Motel Guy went down in university [[legend|UN004 - Professor]]. <br><br> <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = "EconoLodge Manager">>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <</replace>><</link>> //anything// for a shower." <br> <</if>> "Can you <<link "help">><<replace "#shower">> He stammered, having difficulty being as professional as I was with me hiding nothing. "Oh. I am ''so'' sorry, miss. Um...there's an unoccupied room just down the hallway?" There's a glint in his eye. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 3>> "Thank you! Could you <<link "show me">><<replace "#shower">> <<addBody "Econolodge Manager" M>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> The look he was giving was unsettling, but I //was// naked in front of him. He dropped a "Lunch Break" sign on the desk and moved from behind it, approaching me hungrily. <br><br> Stepping back to gain some distance, I turned towards the door of the lobby in an attempt to walk ahead of him. His hand caught my left upper arm and gave me a little pause so he could slide alongside me. With a smile encompassing his face, he 'gentlemanly' open the door for me. "Don't want you getting lost." <br><br> A good dozen or so of my classmates had left their rooms as the story spread like wildfire, catching the sight of me being guided into this unoccupied motel room with the manager. What's happening was as obvious to them as it was to both of us. <br><br> His keycard unlocked on the first swipe. <br><br> "Showering second makes the most sense to me." It was a comment assuming everything. <br><br> He sat on the edge of the squeaky motel bed, pushing his pants down...enough. A short, stubby cock surrounded by wiry grey hairs popped free. <br><br> I dropped to my knees, listening to him groan as I tried to get him off with some head before it escalated. And right as I felt him starting to pulse. The rigidity promising cum...he had something else in mind. He tugged me up by a fistful of my hair. <br><br> He smiled broadly, hair-grappling me onto the bed while he climbed ontop, "The shower's in there. Should work." He wasn't even promising a working shower as he pushed my thighs apart. <br><br> "You have a condom?" I asked awkwardly as I felt the pressure of his cock against my slit. <br><br> "Back at the desk. Sorry." He grunted that response as he thrust immediately inside. Thankfully I //had// been turned on by walking around naked, so it wasn't too uncomfortable. <br><br> The coils of the bed squeaked loudly under his insistent pounding. He gazed down at my bouncing body, his pants jangling around his knees, and about a minute later grunted and presses intently inside me as he blew his load. <br><br> "Back to work! Enjoy your shower." He concluded the 'trade' and pulled his pants up, looking down at my flooded body. I waited til he left and then hobbled to the shower -- never before had I needed one more than now. <br><br> It was wonderfully hot. <br><br> Losing out of town was immediately forgotten as the story of <<print $CC.name>> and the Motel Guy went down in university [[legend|UN004 - Professor]]. <br><br> <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = "EconoLodge Manager">>And that's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <</replace>><</link>>?" <br> <</if>> "Give me the keys." <br> <</replace>><</link>>? My shower isn't working." <</replace>><</link>>? <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <br> <</if>> Put my uniform <<link "back on">><<replace "#shower">> <<set $Stats.Traits.Stable.value ++>> <<outfit UNcheer>> <<feet>> Tolerating the feeling of the uniform for a bit longer, I grabbed my keycard and stepped out of the motel room. The concrete of the open-air hallway bit into my bare feet, but I barely felt any pain after what I'd endured so far. <br><br> Just a couple doors down, I located my friend Loretta's room while trying to ignore the trash that kept finding its way underfoot. <br><br> She smiled as she opened the door, "What's up <<print $CC.name>>?" <br><br> /* TODO linkexpand outfit naked (shower) */ The barest of debriefs and she was laughing. Moments later, we were both of holding our breath as we tried her shower. Luckily, it sputtered to life. <br><br><br> /* TODO linkexpand outfit towel */ I quickly refreshed myself and wrapped myself in a threadbare towel. Rather than enduring Elise, I chilled with Loretta until the [[evening|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>><</link>> and try someone else's shower. <br> <</replace>><</link>> your uniform. <br> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> out of your sweaty uniform. <br> </div> <br><br><br> Just a few moments and memories I had from my time outside from class. And thank god for it, because school was making me [[crazy|UN004 - Professor]]. <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "workout">> <<outfit gym>> <<feet "">> <div id="kickbox"> It wasn't simply the gym. There were also classes: pilates, HIIT, SoulCycle, aerobic dance, and then this really awesome kickboxing class that I decided to sign up for. <<if $CC.maleReaction lt 1>> Not just for the exercise, but also to know what to do if a guy tried something and I wasn't interested. <<else>> Not because I was worried about guys. Not for self-defense, just the exercise and coolness of it. <</if>> <br><br> The instructor was this sinewy guy in his late 20s or early 30s and one side was covered in tattoos. A full sleeve and down his right leg. Black and white, it looked clean and made him look tough at the same time. A classy badboy thing. <br><br> We'd work on our sequencing as a group, kind of like a dance class and opposite a mirror, shadowboxing to the beat. Then we'd square up with a partner and protective mitts, throwing kicks and punches now at a target taking what we had learned to contact. And then there were the bags. It felt empowering driving my fist into the punching bag, like I was heading to the ring on Friday Night, and even more empowering striking quick and firmly with my foot across the bag, like I was a MMA fighter ready to draw some blood. I left class feeling like a badass, like I could take anyone. <br><br> And one day, I was the only student to show up, so it was me and Courtney -- that was tatts. "Oh, don't worry about it." He laughed it off, grabbing the protective mitts, but eschewing the abdominal piece, "about this time in the semester people drop out. I've had empty classes, so I'm glad you came, <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> I had been maybe a little too obsequious when I was apologizing at the other students not showing up. He really didn't seem to mind. He waved me towards him, not even squaring up as he invited my <<link "strikes">><<replace "#kickbox" t8n>> Whack. Whack. Crack. He fluidly took both punches to the mitts, not even seeming to react and my kick took him right in the stomach and he was unfazed. "Oh, come //on//. I've seen you go harder than that." He dropped the mitts and smacked himself in the washboard of an abdomen ''hard''. "Again." <<crossroads #kickbox>> <<path>> I didn't want to hurt him! <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value -->> <br><br> Whack. Whack. Crack. I think I actually went softer, my knuckles meeting the meat of his palms. He sighed and squared his shoulders, leaning forward and in. <br><br> Whack. Whack. <<shake 2s>>Whack!<</shake>> I stumbled. He had slapped me across the face. I had not expected that. I felt the sting in my cheek, the heat. It didn't //hurt// per se, but my pride was wounded. He just smiled and got back into the stance, "What. This is fighting, isn't it?" <br><br> I stepped forward and went again. Whack. <<shake 2s>>Whack!<</shake>> It didn't surprise me as much this time, but it came across the other side of my face and it stumbled me the other way. He shook his head and sighed. He was pushing, he wouldn't accept less. <<crossroads #kickbox>> <<path>> So I left. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value += 2>> I shook //my// head. A firm frown. Tears welling in my eyes as I stepped back and tossed my gloves to the ground. "Oh. Come //on//." His shoulders dropped and he stood up straight hands to his hips. "Don't be like that." <br><br> He didn't deserve a response. I wouldn't be returning. I turned and left. You don't hit a woman and think you can get away with it. It __wasn't__ fighting. It was a class and I didn't sign up to get smacked around by some guy. <br><br><br> But the other classes were fun, far less contact-intensive and I finished them out -- which was necessary with the stress of each [[semester|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> So I gave it to him. <<contents>> I dropped my shoulders, entering the stance and picked up my pace. Whack. Whack. __Duck__. Crack. The last one to his mid-section was especially hard. Punish him for not wearing protection and give him exactly what he had asked for. <br><br> He smiled and nodded. We continued. Occasionally, his hand would clip my face, he'd throw in a kick and try and take my legs out. He'd open-palm smack me in my stomach. He wasn't putting his strength behind it, but it still hurt. And he was definitely letting me know if I could beat him. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 12>> And I //could//. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value && $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value>> My breath was far more under control than his. Maybe he was a smoker, maybe he just didn't realize how fit I really was. But slowly and surely I could tell I was able to block and deflect his attempts a bit better and he began dropping his guard. He was getting tired. <br><br> I could see the surprise in his eyes and it seemed to enflame something within him. He wasn't pulling his punches or holding anything back, but he still wasn't able to outmatch me. <br><br> He began to buckle a little bit when I struck him in the stomach, and his knees bent a little at the hits to his legs. <br><br> I launched forward, going for the kill, getting close and going rapid. This was my chance. <br><br> He grappled me, using just his sheer strength and probably some skill at jiujitsu or something to restrain me. We were face to face, panting and looking at each other, the merest of distances apart. <br><br> I spat in his face. He chuckled. He spat into my open mouth. It was an invitation. <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality !== -1 || $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<link "Okay">><<replace "#kickbox" t8n>> My head jerked forward like it was another strike, but we were making out. My arms pinned by my side, I'd fight him with my tongue. I squirmed and twisted, trying to wrestle him as our mouths wrestled. <br><br> He was ''rock'' hard. I could feel it in his shorts and despite being pinned, my hands found their way to it, squeezing and I felt him relent, soften his grip slightly. I worked his shorts down as he began to relax his hold. His cock freed and sprayed some precum across my tummy. <br><br> I moved quick, trying to free myself, but he was still a bit stronger, bigger and faster. And this was not what I had planned for. We were both on the mat, making out //hard//. I bit at his lip, I tasted blood, but it might have been from the earlier strikes. <br><br> We were both working my clothes off as we struggled with each other. <<link "Shorts">><<lower "">><<panties "">><</link>>. <<link "Top">><<upper "">><<bra "">><</link>>. And we were finding the connection between us. <br><br> It was like a defeat at the end of a game of Mortal Kombat or something, but rather than death it was a fuck. <br><br> Gentle. For the first time in the session, slowly inserting himself inside me while looking down at me. We weren't quite in missionary, we weren't quite spooning. Legs contorted and entwined as his hips thrust into me. Another cycle of whack, whack, crack. I had freed myself enough that I grabbed at his hips, my legs curled around them controlling his angle and rate as our hands continued to worry against each other. <br><br> The cycle moved faster now and it was just him into me, not a battle between us. I watched his tattoos shift and ripple with his rhythm. His hand worked to get at my throat and I let him. I'd give him a little victory when I had beaten him so badly before. <br><br> There I was, spread lewdly on the mat, pinned by the neck as my instructor tried to take revenge out on my pussy. But even on my back, held down, I was still in control. <br><br> I could feel my heartbeat in my head, see it in my vision. A little grey and black peeking in at the corners. <br><br> Fuck. This was hot. I was cumming. I squealed out, a little sound making it out of my throat as my legs shook -- both from being exhausted and from the pleasure -- and I lost my control in those moments of climax. And he leaned in hard, tightly grabbing at my throat and beating away between my shaking legs, his opening at my opening. <br><br> And then he was finishing, pulling out deftly and pulling me awkwardly up to my knees as his wads of semen exclaimed across my face and into my panting mouth. Some stung at my eyes and caught in my hair, he was grunting and holding both my hair and his base, stroking himself as the head hit against my face, spurting onto me until he was done. So, I guess he did get his claim after all. I was too out of it as my body still quaked from cumming. I didn't care, semen drying and oozing down my face. <br><br> "Good. Girl." He hit his cock against me, flicking the last drops onto my skin, then a couple more times for good measure. Then he relinquished my hair finally, stepping back and pulling his shorts up, "See you next week?" <br><br> I nodded. Slowly lifting myself off the mat, feeling a full body workout like I had never before. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Courtney, my kickbox instructor">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <br><br> What an //insane// first time. I don't think I knew anyone who had a story to compare to that. <<else>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<addBody Courtney M "Courtney, the kickbox instructor">> <</if>> <br><br><br> There wasn't another class between just us, but that didn't mean that we didn't do some extra practice on the side. Which was a necessary relief from the stress of [[school|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>><</link>> <</if>>. <<link "Nuh-uh.">><<replace "#kickbox">> No. Fuck that. I kneed him square in the groin and he stumbled back, nodding and holding out a hand to ward me off. I moved backwards, not gracefully, not easily. But I left. I came here for training and a workout. Not a fuck. <br><br> I wouldn't be returning. I turned and left. You don't hit a woman and think you can get away with it. It __wasn't__ fighting. It was a class and I didn't sign up to get smacked around by some guy. <br><br><br> But the other classes were fun, far less contact-intensive and I finished them out -- which was necessary with the stress of each [[semester|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>><</link>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value>> I was able to find little spaces between his guards. I was utilizing a little flair on the techniques and sequences I had been taught, looking for wins rather than being accurate. I'd be accurate on his body. And I was finding my way in, slipping by his arms and catching the shift of his hips while stepping out of the way of his to let them glance off me. <br><br> I could see the surprise in his eyes and it seemed to enflame something within him. He wasn't pulling his punches or holding anything back, but he still wasn't able to outmatch me. <br><br> He began to buckle a little bit when I struck him in the stomach, and his knees bent a little at the hits to his legs. <br><br> I launched forward, going for the kill, getting close and going rapid. This was my chance. <br><br> He grappled me, using just his sheer strength and probably some skill at jiujitsu or something to restrain me. We were face to face, panting and looking at each other, the merest of distances apart. <br><br> I spat in his face. He chuckled. He spat into my open mouth. It was an invitation. <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality !== -1 || $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<link "Okay">><<replace "#kickbox" t8n>> My head jerked forward like it was another strike, but we were making out. My arms pinned by my side, I'd fight him with my tongue. I squirmed and twisted, trying to wrestle him as our mouths wrestled. <br><br> He was ''rock'' hard. I could feel it in his shorts and despite being pinned, my hands found their way to it, squeezing and I felt him relent, soften his grip slightly. I worked his shorts down as he began to relax his hold. His cock freed and sprayed some precum across my tummy. <br><br> I moved quick, trying to free myself, but he was still a bit stronger, bigger and faster. And this was not what I had planned for. We were both on the mat, making out //hard//. I bit at his lip, I tasted blood, but it might have been from the earlier strikes. <br><br> We were both working my clothes off as we struggled with each other. <<link "Shorts">><<lower "">><<panties "">><</link>>. <<link "Top">><<upper "">><<bra "">><</link>>. And we were finding the connection between us. <br><br> It was like a defeat at the end of a game of Mortal Kombat or something, but rather than death it was a fuck. <br><br> Gentle. For the first time in the session, slowly inserting himself inside me while looking down at me. We weren't quite in missionary, we weren't quite spooning. Legs contorted and entwined as his hips thrust into me. Another cycle of whack, whack, crack. I had freed myself enough that I grabbed at his hips, my legs curled around them controlling his angle and rate as our hands continued to worry against each other. <br><br> The cycle moved faster now and it was just him into me, not a battle between us. I watched his tattoos shift and ripple with his rhythm. His hand worked to get at my throat and I let him. I'd give him a little victory when I had beaten him so badly before. <br><br> There I was, spread lewdly on the mat, pinned by the neck as my instructor tried to take revenge out on my pussy. But even on my back, held down, I was still in control. <br><br> I could feel my heartbeat in my head, see it in my vision. A little grey and black peeking in at the corners. <br><br> Fuck. This was hot. I was cumming. I squealed out, a little sound making it out of my throat as my legs shook -- both from being exhausted and from the pleasure -- and I lost my control in those moments of climax. And he leaned in hard, tightly grabbing at my throat and beating away between my shaking legs, his opening at my opening. <br><br> And then he was finishing, pulling out deftly and pulling me awkwardly up to my knees as his wads of semen exclaimed across my face and into my panting mouth. Some stung at my eyes and caught in my hair, he was grunting and holding both my hair and his base, stroking himself as the head hit against my face, spurting onto me until he was done. So, I guess he did get his claim after all. I was too out of it as my body still quaked from cumming. I didn't care, semen drying and oozing down my face. <br><br> "Good. Girl." He hit his cock against me, flicking the last drops onto my skin, then a couple more times for good measure. Then he relinquished my hair finally, stepping back and pulling his shorts up, "See you next week?" <br><br> I nodded. Slowly lifting myself off the mat, feeling a full body workout like I had never before. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Courtney, my kickbox instructor">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <br><br> What an //insane// first time. I don't think I knew anyone who had a story to compare to that. <<else>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<addBody Courtney M "Courtney, the kickbox instructor">> <</if>> <br><br><br> There wasn't another class between just us, but that didn't mean that we didn't do some extra practice on the side. Which was a necessary relief from the stress of [[school|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>><</link>> <</if>>. <<link "Nuh-uh.">><<replace "#kickbox" t8n>> No. Fuck that. I kneed him square in the groin and he stumbled back, nodding and holding out a hand to ward me off. I moved backwards, not gracefully, not easily. But I left. I came here for training and a workout. Not a fuck. <br><br> I wouldn't be returning. I turned and left. You don't hit a woman and think you can get away with it. It __wasn't__ fighting. It was a class and I didn't sign up to get smacked around by some guy. <br><br><br> But the other classes were fun, far less contact-intensive and I finished them out -- which was necessary with the stress of each [[semester|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> I //may// not have been exactly playing fair. I was adjusting my technique to get a bit more knuckle and throw an elbow or knee. I wasn't abiding by the style and technique he had taught me, I was looking for a win. And it was working. I was surprising him with a feint or a new blow that was certainly not part of the syllabus. <br><br> I could see the surprise in his eyes and it seemed to enflame something within him. He wasn't pulling his punches or holding anything back, but he still wasn't able to outmatch me. <br><br> He began to buckle a little bit when I struck him in the stomach, and his knees bent a little at the hits to his legs. <br><br> I launched forward, going for the kill, getting close and going rapid. This was my chance. <br><br> He grappled me, using just his sheer strength and probably some skill at jiujitsu or something to restrain me. We were face to face, panting and looking at each other, the merest of distances apart. <br><br> I spat in his face. He chuckled. He spat into my open mouth. It was an invitation. <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality !== -1 || $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<link "Okay">><<replace "#kickbox" t8n>> My head jerked forward like it was another strike, but we were making out. My arms pinned by my side, I'd fight him with my tongue. I squirmed and twisted, trying to wrestle him as our mouths wrestled. <br><br> He was ''rock'' hard. I could feel it in his shorts and despite being pinned, my hands found their way to it, squeezing and I felt him relent, soften his grip slightly. I worked his shorts down as he began to relax his hold. His cock freed and sprayed some precum across my tummy. <br><br> I moved quick, trying to free myself, but he was still a bit stronger, bigger and faster. And this was not what I had planned for. We were both on the mat, making out //hard//. I bit at his lip, I tasted blood, but it might have been from the earlier strikes. <br><br> We were both working my clothes off as we struggled with each other. <<link "Shorts">><<lower "">><<panties "">><</link>>. <<link "Top">><<upper "">><<bra "">><</link>>. And we were finding the connection between us. <br><br> It was like a defeat at the end of a game of Mortal Kombat or something, but rather than death it was a fuck. <br><br> Gentle. For the first time in the session, slowly inserting himself inside me while looking down at me. We weren't quite in missionary, we weren't quite spooning. Legs contorted and entwined as his hips thrust into me. Another cycle of whack, whack, crack. I had freed myself enough that I grabbed at his hips, my legs curled around them controlling his angle and rate as our hands continued to worry against each other. <br><br> The cycle moved faster now and it was just him into me, not a battle between us. I watched his tattoos shift and ripple with his rhythm. His hand worked to get at my throat and I let him. I'd give him a little victory when I had beaten him so badly before. <br><br> There I was, spread lewdly on the mat, pinned by the neck as my instructor tried to take revenge out on my pussy. But even on my back, held down, I was still in control. <br><br> I could feel my heartbeat in my head, see it in my vision. A little grey and black peeking in at the corners. <br><br> Fuck. This was hot. I was cumming. I squealed out, a little sound making it out of my throat as my legs shook -- both from being exhausted and from the pleasure -- and I lost my control in those moments of climax. And he leaned in hard, tightly grabbing at my throat and beating away between my shaking legs, his opening at my opening. <br><br> And then he was finishing, pulling out deftly and pulling me awkwardly up to my knees as his wads of semen exclaimed across my face and into my panting mouth. Some stung at my eyes and caught in my hair, he was grunting and holding both my hair and his base, stroking himself as the head hit against my face, spurting onto me until he was done. So, I guess he did get his claim after all. I was too out of it as my body still quaked from cumming. I didn't care, semen drying and oozing down my face. <br><br> "Good. Girl." He hit his cock against me, flicking the last drops onto my skin, then a couple more times for good measure. Then he relinquished my hair finally, stepping back and pulling his shorts up, "See you next week?" <br><br> I nodded. Slowly lifting myself off the mat, feeling a full body workout like I had never before. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Courtney, my kickbox instructor">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <br><br> What an //insane// first time. I don't think I knew anyone who had a story to compare to that. <<else>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<addBody Courtney M "Courtney, the kickbox instructor">> <</if>> <br><br><br> There wasn't another class between just us, but that didn't mean that we didn't do some extra practice on the side. Which was a necessary relief from the stress of [[school|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>><</link>> <</if>>. <<link "Nuh-uh.">><<replace "#kickbox" t8n>> No. Fuck that. I kneed him square in the groin and he stumbled back, nodding and holding out a hand to ward me off. I moved backwards, not gracefully, not easily. But I left. I came here for training and a workout. Not a fuck. <br><br> I wouldn't be returning. I turned and left. You don't hit a woman and think you can get away with it. It __wasn't__ fighting. It was a class and I didn't sign up to get smacked around by some guy. <br><br><br> But the other classes were fun, far less contact-intensive and I finished them out -- which was necessary with the stress of each [[semester|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>><</link>> <</if>> <<else>> And I could ''not''. Try as I might, I was letting out whimpers and yelps as I pushed harder and tried, and he scaled his up, always a bit faster, a bit smarter, a bit harder. <br><br> What had started as a friendly competition had quickly swelled into a fight. And I could tell that he liked watching me try. The minutes passed and I was getting smacked and dropped to the mat with a thud every few cycles. But I'd pick myself up and try again, not willing to believe it was over. I could do better. <br><br> But my chest was heaving, my arms felt leaden and my feet felt slow. I was losing the battle between blood oxygenation and my mind was hazy. ''Whack'' He smacked my head to the left. __Thud__ I buckled as his foot caught me in the stomach. And then I squealed as his third strike was coming home but grabbed a fistful of my hair, tugging my head back, chin up as he brought himself //tight// against me and pulling down ''hard'' on my hair, looking firmly into my eyes. My mouth was open, gasping and plaintive. <br><br> He spat, most into my mouth, some across my face. <<if $CC.sexuality !== -1 || $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<link "Okay">><<replace "#kickbox" t8n>> I didn't move. He spat again, this time in my face and tugged me firmly by the hair, I dropped to my knees and he squared up again, his wiry arm at full extension, holding my head back as he moved forward and with his free hand tugged the front of his shorts down. <br><br> He was ''rock'' hard. Precum flicked across my face as the cock landed across heavily a moment later. My tongue slid out without even thinking and his hand slightly relaxed in my hair as I began to lick along his cock, looking up at him as I panted. He shifted his hips forward letting me tease his meat. Then he took his base and whacked me hard back and forth across the face with it like it was another cycle. <br><br> I leaned up and began to suck, bobbing slowly. I was breathless so I wasn't in the best of form but he didn't seem to mind with his dick in my mouth. It was like a defeat at the end of a game of Mortal Kombat or something, but rather than death it was a fuck. I looked over his sweaty body as I sucked his cock, his breathing only now picking up not from the sparring but from the arousal. <br><br> He yanked back on my hair again, freeing his cock and he pulled me down onto the mat. His other hand tugged my <<link "shorts">><<lower "">><<panties "">><</link>> and I moved my hips to help, spreading my thighs as he moved between them in conquest. And then he was pushing in. <br><br> Gentle. For the first time in the session, slowly inserting himself inside me while looking down at me. We weren't quite in missionary, we weren't quite spooning. Legs contorted and entwined as his hips thrust into me. Another cycle of whack, whack, crack. Still, he held my head down by the hair, pinning me back awkwardly as we began to fuck. His hand tugged my <<link "top">><<upper "">><<bra "">><</link>> up, watching my tits bounce as he thrust between my thighs. <br><br> The cycle moved faster now and it was just him into me, not a battle between us. I watched his tattoos shift and ripple with his rhythm. Now that my clothing was in disarray his free hand found my throat, grabbing it and holding me down, applying pressure. <br><br> There I was, spread lewdly on the mat, pinned twice by the head as my instructor took his victory out on my pussy. I could feel my heartbeat in my head, see it in my vision. A little grey and black peeking in at the corners. <br><br> And then he was finishing, pulling out deftly and pulling me awkwardly up to my knees as his wads of semen exclaimed across my face and into my panting mouth. Some stung at my eyes and caught in my hair, he was grunting and holding both my hair and his base, stroking himself as the head hit against my face, spurting onto me until he was done. <br><br> "Good. Girl." He hit his cock against me, flicking the last drops onto my skin, then a couple more times for good measure. Then he relinquished my hair finally, stepping back and pulling his shorts up, "See you next week?" <br><br> I nodded. Slowly lifting myself off the mat, feeling a full body workout like I had never before. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Courtney, my kickbox instructor">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <br><br> What an //insane// first time. I don't think I knew anyone who had a story to compare to that. <<else>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<addBody Courtney M "Courtney, the kickbox instructor">> <</if>> <br><br><br> There wasn't another class between just us, but that didn't mean that we didn't do some extra practice on the side. Which was a necessary relief from the stress of [[school|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>><</link>> <</if>>. <<link "Nuh-uh.">><<replace "#kickbox">> No. Fuck that. I kneed him square in the groin and he stumbled back, nodding and holding out a hand to ward me off. I moved backwards, not gracefully, not easily. But I left. I came here for training and a workout. Not a fuck. <br><br> I wouldn't be returning. I turned and left. You don't hit a woman and think you can get away with it. It __wasn't__ fighting. It was a class and I didn't sign up to get smacked around by some guy. <br><br><br> But the other classes were fun, far less contact-intensive and I finished them out -- which was necessary with the stress of each [[semester|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>><</link>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> <<path>> Fine. Here you go. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <br><br> I dropped my shoulders, entering the stance and picked up my pace. Whack. Whack. __Duck__. Crack. The last one to his mid-section was especially hard. Punish him for not wearing protection and give him exactly what he had asked for. <br><br> He smiled and nodded. We continued. Occasionally, his hand would clip my face, he'd throw in a kick and try and take my legs out. He'd open-palm smack me in my stomach. He wasn't putting his strength behind it, but it still hurt. And he was definitely letting me know if I could beat him. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 12>> And I //could//. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value && $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value>> My breath was far more under control than his. Maybe he was a smoker, maybe he just didn't realize how fit I really was. But slowly and surely I could tell I was able to block and deflect his attempts a bit better and he began dropping his guard. He was getting tired. <br><br> I could see the surprise in his eyes and it seemed to enflame something within him. He wasn't pulling his punches or holding anything back, but he still wasn't able to outmatch me. <br><br> He began to buckle a little bit when I struck him in the stomach, and his knees bent a little at the hits to his legs. <br><br> I launched forward, going for the kill, getting close and going rapid. This was my chance. <br><br> He grappled me, using just his sheer strength and probably some skill at jiujitsu or something to restrain me. We were face to face, panting and looking at each other, the merest of distances apart. <br><br> I spat in his face. He chuckled. He spat into my open mouth. It was an invitation. <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality !== -1 || $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<link "Okay">> <<replace "#kickbox" t8n>> My head jerked forward like it was another strike, but we were making out. My arms pinned by my side, I'd fight him with my tongue. I squirmed and twisted, trying to wrestle him as our mouths wrestled. <br><br> He was ''rock'' hard. I could feel it in his shorts and despite being pinned, my hands found their way to it, squeezing and I felt him relent, soften his grip slightly. I worked his shorts down as he began to relax his hold. His cock freed and sprayed some precum across my tummy. <br><br> I moved quick, trying to free myself, but he was still a bit stronger, bigger and faster. And this was not what I had planned for. We were both on the mat, making out //hard//. I bit at his lip, I tasted blood, but it might have been from the earlier strikes. <br><br> We were both working my clothes off as we struggled with each other. <<link "Shorts">><<lower "">><<panties "">><</link>>. <<link "Top">><<upper "">><<bra "">><</link>>. And we were finding the connection between us. <br><br> It was like a defeat at the end of a game of Mortal Kombat or something, but rather than death it was a fuck. <br><br> Gentle. For the first time in the session, slowly inserting himself inside me while looking down at me. We weren't quite in missionary, we weren't quite spooning. Legs contorted and entwined as his hips thrust into me. Another cycle of whack, whack, crack. I had freed myself enough that I grabbed at his hips, my legs curled around them controlling his angle and rate as our hands continued to worry against each other. <br><br> The cycle moved faster now and it was just him into me, not a battle between us. I watched his tattoos shift and ripple with his rhythm. His hand worked to get at my throat and I let him. I'd give him a little victory when I had beaten him so badly before. <br><br> There I was, spread lewdly on the mat, pinned by the neck as my instructor tried to take revenge out on my pussy. But even on my back, held down, I was still in control. <br><br> I could feel my heartbeat in my head, see it in my vision. A little grey and black peeking in at the corners. <br><br> Fuck. This was hot. I was cumming. I squealed out, a little sound making it out of my throat as my legs shook -- both from being exhausted and from the pleasure -- and I lost my control in those moments of climax. And he leaned in hard, tightly grabbing at my throat and beating away between my shaking legs, his opening at my opening. <br><br> And then he was finishing, pulling out deftly and pulling me awkwardly up to my knees as his wads of semen exclaimed across my face and into my panting mouth. Some stung at my eyes and caught in my hair, he was grunting and holding both my hair and his base, stroking himself as the head hit against my face, spurting onto me until he was done. So, I guess he did get his claim after all. I was too out of it as my body still quaked from cumming. I didn't care, semen drying and oozing down my face. <br><br> "Good. Girl." He hit his cock against me, flicking the last drops onto my skin, then a couple more times for good measure. Then he relinquished my hair finally, stepping back and pulling his shorts up, "See you next week?" <br><br> I nodded. Slowly lifting myself off the mat, feeling a full body workout like I had never before. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Courtney, my kickbox instructor">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <br><br> What an //insane// first time. I don't think I knew anyone who had a story to compare to that. <<else>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<addBody Courtney M "Courtney, the kickbox instructor">> <</if>> <br><br><br> There wasn't another class between just us, but that didn't mean that we didn't do some extra practice on the side. Which was a necessary relief from the stress of [[school|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>> <</link>> <</if>>. <<link "Nuh-uh.">> <<replace "#kickbox" t8n>> No. Fuck that. I kneed him square in the groin and he stumbled back, nodding and holding out a hand to ward me off. I moved backwards, not gracefully, not easily. But I left. I came here for training and a workout. Not a fuck. <br><br> I wouldn't be returning. I turned and left. You don't hit a woman and think you can get away with it. It __wasn't__ fighting. It was a class and I didn't sign up to get smacked around by some guy. <br><br><br> But the other classes were fun, far less contact-intensive and I finished them out -- which was necessary with the stress of each [[semester|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>> <</link>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value>> I was able to find little spaces between his guards. I was utilizing a little flair on the techniques and sequences I had been taught, looking for wins rather than being accurate. I'd be accurate on his body. And I was finding my way in, slipping by his arms and catching the shift of his hips while stepping out of the way of his to let them glance off me. <br><br> I could see the surprise in his eyes and it seemed to enflame something within him. He wasn't pulling his punches or holding anything back, but he still wasn't able to outmatch me. <br><br> He began to buckle a little bit when I struck him in the stomach, and his knees bent a little at the hits to his legs. <br><br> I launched forward, going for the kill, getting close and going rapid. This was my chance. <br><br> He grappled me, using just his sheer strength and probably some skill at jiujitsu or something to restrain me. We were face to face, panting and looking at each other, the merest of distances apart. <br><br> I spat in his face. He chuckled. He spat into my open mouth. It was an invitation. <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality !== -1 || $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<link "Okay">> <<replace "#kickbox" t8n>> My head jerked forward like it was another strike, but we were making out. My arms pinned by my side, I'd fight him with my tongue. I squirmed and twisted, trying to wrestle him as our mouths wrestled. <br><br> He was ''rock'' hard. I could feel it in his shorts and despite being pinned, my hands found their way to it, squeezing and I felt him relent, soften his grip slightly. I worked his shorts down as he began to relax his hold. His cock freed and sprayed some precum across my tummy. <br><br> I moved quick, trying to free myself, but he was still a bit stronger, bigger and faster. And this was not what I had planned for. We were both on the mat, making out //hard//. I bit at his lip, I tasted blood, but it might have been from the earlier strikes. <br><br> We were both working my clothes off as we struggled with each other. <<link "Shorts">><<lower "">><<panties "">><</link>>. <<link "Top">><<upper "">><<bra "">><</link>>. And we were finding the connection between us. <br><br> It was like a defeat at the end of a game of Mortal Kombat or something, but rather than death it was a fuck. <br><br> Gentle. For the first time in the session, slowly inserting himself inside me while looking down at me. We weren't quite in missionary, we weren't quite spooning. Legs contorted and entwined as his hips thrust into me. Another cycle of whack, whack, crack. I had freed myself enough that I grabbed at his hips, my legs curled around them controlling his angle and rate as our hands continued to worry against each other. <br><br> The cycle moved faster now and it was just him into me, not a battle between us. I watched his tattoos shift and ripple with his rhythm. His hand worked to get at my throat and I let him. I'd give him a little victory when I had beaten him so badly before. <br><br> There I was, spread lewdly on the mat, pinned by the neck as my instructor tried to take revenge out on my pussy. But even on my back, held down, I was still in control. <br><br> I could feel my heartbeat in my head, see it in my vision. A little grey and black peeking in at the corners. <br><br> Fuck. This was hot. I was cumming. I squealed out, a little sound making it out of my throat as my legs shook -- both from being exhausted and from the pleasure -- and I lost my control in those moments of climax. And he leaned in hard, tightly grabbing at my throat and beating away between my shaking legs, his opening at my opening. <br><br> And then he was finishing, pulling out deftly and pulling me awkwardly up to my knees as his wads of semen exclaimed across my face and into my panting mouth. Some stung at my eyes and caught in my hair, he was grunting and holding both my hair and his base, stroking himself as the head hit against my face, spurting onto me until he was done. So, I guess he did get his claim after all. I was too out of it as my body still quaked from cumming. I didn't care, semen drying and oozing down my face. <br><br> "Good. Girl." He hit his cock against me, flicking the last drops onto my skin, then a couple more times for good measure. Then he relinquished my hair finally, stepping back and pulling his shorts up, "See you next week?" <br><br> I nodded. Slowly lifting myself off the mat, feeling a full body workout like I had never before. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Courtney, my kickbox instructor">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <br><br> What an //insane// first time. I don't think I knew anyone who had a story to compare to that. <<else>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<addBody Courtney M "Courtney, the kickbox instructor">> <</if>> <br><br><br> There wasn't another class between just us, but that didn't mean that we didn't do some extra practice on the side. Which was a necessary relief from the stress of [[school|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>> <</link>> <</if>>. <<link "Nuh-uh.">> <<replace "#kickbox">> No. Fuck that. I kneed him square in the groin and he stumbled back, nodding and holding out a hand to ward me off. I moved backwards, not gracefully, not easily. But I left. I came here for training and a workout. Not a fuck. <br><br> I wouldn't be returning. I turned and left. You don't hit a woman and think you can get away with it. It __wasn't__ fighting. It was a class and I didn't sign up to get smacked around by some guy. <br><br><br> But the other classes were fun, far less contact-intensive and I finished them out -- which was necessary with the stress of each [[semester|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>> <</link>> <<else>> I //may// not have been exactly playing fair. I was adjusting my technique to get a bit more knuckle and throw an elbow or knee. I wasn't abiding by the style and technique he had taught me, I was looking for a win. And it was working. I was surprising him with a feint or a new blow that was certainly not part of the syllabus. <br><br> I could see the surprise in his eyes and it seemed to enflame something within him. He wasn't pulling his punches or holding anything back, but he still wasn't able to outmatch me. <br><br> He began to buckle a little bit when I struck him in the stomach, and his knees bent a little at the hits to his legs. <br><br> I launched forward, going for the kill, getting close and going rapid. This was my chance. <br><br> He grappled me, using just his sheer strength and probably some skill at jiujitsu or something to restrain me. We were face to face, panting and looking at each other, the merest of distances apart. <br><br> I spat in his face. He chuckled. He spat into my open mouth. It was an invitation. <br><br> <<if $CC.sexuality !== -1 || $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<link "Okay">> <<replace "#kickbox" t8n>> My head jerked forward like it was another strike, but we were making out. My arms pinned by my side, I'd fight him with my tongue. I squirmed and twisted, trying to wrestle him as our mouths wrestled. <br><br> He was ''rock'' hard. I could feel it in his shorts and despite being pinned, my hands found their way to it, squeezing and I felt him relent, soften his grip slightly. I worked his shorts down as he began to relax his hold. His cock freed and sprayed some precum across my tummy. <br><br> I moved quick, trying to free myself, but he was still a bit stronger, bigger and faster. And this was not what I had planned for. We were both on the mat, making out //hard//. I bit at his lip, I tasted blood, but it might have been from the earlier strikes. <br><br> We were both working my clothes off as we struggled with each other. <<link "Shorts">><<lower "">><<panties "">><</link>>. <<link "Top">><<upper "">><<bra "">><</link>>. And we were finding the connection between us. <br><br> It was like a defeat at the end of a game of Mortal Kombat or something, but rather than death it was a fuck. <br><br> Gentle. For the first time in the session, slowly inserting himself inside me while looking down at me. We weren't quite in missionary, we weren't quite spooning. Legs contorted and entwined as his hips thrust into me. Another cycle of whack, whack, crack. I had freed myself enough that I grabbed at his hips, my legs curled around them controlling his angle and rate as our hands continued to worry against each other. <br><br> The cycle moved faster now and it was just him into me, not a battle between us. I watched his tattoos shift and ripple with his rhythm. His hand worked to get at my throat and I let him. I'd give him a little victory when I had beaten him so badly before. <br><br> There I was, spread lewdly on the mat, pinned by the neck as my instructor tried to take revenge out on my pussy. But even on my back, held down, I was still in control. <br><br> I could feel my heartbeat in my head, see it in my vision. A little grey and black peeking in at the corners. <br><br> Fuck. This was hot. I was cumming. I squealed out, a little sound making it out of my throat as my legs shook -- both from being exhausted and from the pleasure -- and I lost my control in those moments of climax. And he leaned in hard, tightly grabbing at my throat and beating away between my shaking legs, his opening at my opening. <br><br> And then he was finishing, pulling out deftly and pulling me awkwardly up to my knees as his wads of semen exclaimed across my face and into my panting mouth. Some stung at my eyes and caught in my hair, he was grunting and holding both my hair and his base, stroking himself as the head hit against my face, spurting onto me until he was done. So, I guess he did get his claim after all. I was too out of it as my body still quaked from cumming. I didn't care, semen drying and oozing down my face. <br><br> "Good. Girl." He hit his cock against me, flicking the last drops onto my skin, then a couple more times for good measure. Then he relinquished my hair finally, stepping back and pulling his shorts up, "See you next week?" <br><br> I nodded. Slowly lifting myself off the mat, feeling a full body workout like I had never before. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Courtney, my kickbox instructor">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <br><br> What an //insane// first time. I don't think I knew anyone who had a story to compare to that. <<else>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<addBody Courtney M "Courtney, the kickbox instructor">> <</if>> <br><br> There wasn't another class between just us, but that didn't mean that we didn't do some extra practice on the side. Which was a necessary relief from the stress of [[school|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>> <</link>> <</if>>. <<link "Nuh-uh.">> <<replace "#kickbox" t8n>> No. Fuck that. I kneed him square in the groin and he stumbled back, nodding and holding out a hand to ward me off. I moved backwards, not gracefully, not easily. But I left. I came here for training and a workout. Not a fuck. <br><br> I wouldn't be returning. I turned and left. You don't hit a woman and think you can get away with it. It __wasn't__ fighting. It was a class and I didn't sign up to get smacked around by some guy. <br><br> But the other classes were fun, far less contact-intensive and I finished them out -- which was necessary with the stress of each [[semester|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> <<else>> And I could ''not''. Try as I might, I was letting out whimpers and yelps as I pushed harder and tried, and he scaled his up, always a bit faster, a bit smarter, a bit harder. <br><br> What had started as a friendly competition had quickly swelled into a fight. And I could tell that he liked watching me try. The minutes passed and I was getting smacked and dropped to the mat with a thud every few cycles. But I'd pick myself up and try again, not willing to believe it was over. I could do better. <br><br> But my chest was heaving, my arms felt leaden and my feet felt slow. I was losing the battle between blood oxygenation and my mind was hazy. ''Whack'' He smacked my head to the left. __Thud__ I buckled as his foot caught me in the stomach. And then I squealed as his third strike was coming home but grabbed a fistful of my hair, tugging my head back, chin up as he brought himself //tight// against me and pulling down ''hard'' on my hair, looking firmly into my eyes. My mouth was open, gasping and plaintive. <br><br> He spat, most into my mouth, some across my face. <<if $CC.sexuality !== -1 || $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<link "Okay">> <<replace "#kickbox" t8n>> I didn't move. He spat again, this time in my face and tugged me firmly by the hair, I dropped to my knees and he squared up again, his wiry arm at full extension, holding my head back as he moved forward and with his free hand tugged the front of his shorts down. <br><br> He was ''rock'' hard. Precum flicked across my face as the cock landed across heavily a moment later. My tongue slid out without even thinking and his hand slightly relaxed in my hair as I began to lick along his cock, looking up at him as I panted. He shifted his hips forward letting me tease his meat. Then he took his base and whacked me hard back and forth across the face with it like it was another cycle. <br><br> I leaned up and began to suck, bobbing slowly. I was breathless so I wasn't in the best of form but he didn't seem to mind with his dick in my mouth. It was like a defeat at the end of a game of Mortal Kombat or something, but rather than death it was a fuck. I looked over his sweaty body as I sucked his cock, his breathing only now picking up not from the sparring but from the arousal. <br><br> He yanked back on my hair again, freeing his cock and he pulled me down onto the mat. His other hand tugged my <<link "shorts">><<lower "">><<panties "">><</link>> and I moved my hips to help, spreading my thighs as he moved between them in conquest. And then he was pushing in. <br><br> Gentle. For the first time in the session, slowly inserting himself inside me while looking down at me. We weren't quite in missionary, we weren't quite spooning. Legs contorted and entwined as his hips thrust into me. Another cycle of whack, whack, crack. Still, he held my head down by the hair, pinning me back awkwardly as we began to fuck. His hand tugged my <<link "top">><<upper "">><<bra "">><</link>> up, watching my tits bounce as he thrust between my thighs. <br><br> The cycle moved faster now and it was just him into me, not a battle between us. I watched his tattoos shift and ripple with his rhythm. Now that my clothing was in disarray his free hand found my throat, grabbing it and holding me down, applying pressure. <br><br> There I was, spread lewdly on the mat, pinned twice by the head as my instructor took his victory out on my pussy. I could feel my heartbeat in my head, see it in my vision. A little grey and black peeking in at the corners. <br><br> And then he was finishing, pulling out deftly and pulling me awkwardly up to my knees as his wads of semen exclaimed across my face and into my panting mouth. Some stung at my eyes and caught in my hair, he was grunting and holding both my hair and his base, stroking himself as the head hit against my face, spurting onto me until he was done. <br><br> "Good. Girl." He hit his cock against me, flicking the last drops onto my skin, then a couple more times for good measure. Then he relinquished my hair finally, stepping back and pulling his shorts up, "See you next week?" <br><br> I nodded. Slowly lifting myself off the mat, feeling a full body workout like I had never before. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Courtney, my kickbox instructor">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <br><br> What an //insane// first time. I don't think I knew anyone who had a story to compare to that. <<else>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<addBody Courtney M "Courtney, the kickbox instructor">> <</if>> <br><br><br> There wasn't another class between just us, but that didn't mean that we didn't do some extra practice on the side. Which was a necessary relief from the stress of [[school|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>> <</link>> <</if>>. <<link "Nuh-uh.">> <<replace "#kickbox" t8n>> No. Fuck that. I kneed him square in the groin and he stumbled back, nodding and holding out a hand to ward me off. I moved backwards, not gracefully, not easily. But I left. I came here for training and a workout. Not a fuck. <br><br> I wouldn't be returning. I turned and left. You don't hit a woman and think you can get away with it. It __was__ __not__ fighting. It was a class and I didn't sign up to get smacked around by some guy. <br><br><br> But the other classes were fun, far less contact-intensive and I finished them out -- which was necessary with the stress of each [[semester|UN004 - Professor]]. <</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "yoga">> <div id="sora"> <<if $UN.sora == 1>> Sora and I developed a quick and easy bond. I think she enjoyed having a younger student, something to break up the monotony of women who she had seen for years -- maybe her entire life. She gave me extra attention and we got into a habit of continuing our work after the class was over. The shower was still a trip away, so a little delay didn't bother me too much. She never charged me more and, while the other women bristled, we ignored them and let them leave, chatting away softly in lotus position until it was just us. Well, us and Rolly. <br><br> The first session, I'd nearly jetted when I noticed him sitting in the back of the classroom, on a bench doing needle point. And he was skilled at doing it because his eyes were not on his work, but on us. I didn't want to have a creeper, but I couldn't find the right way to leave. After an hour of exertion, I got over myself; he was only looking and Sora was a great teacher. <br><br> One afternoon, after a particularly tough session, I was experiencing a muscle spasm in my calf. I was having trouble walking and Sora and I were laughing over the sudden 'clumsiness' while she helped me, strong hands working their way up and down the meat of my leg. "Rolly, shut the door?" I looked back in confusion since the door was never closed. The last of the students had left and it was just the three of us. <br><br> Rolly shook his head, "Oh, Sor. No need." He was smiling -- one of the first true expressions I had seen from him -- Sora's hand had reached the joint between my thighs and her massaging began to send very different shocks through my core. <br><br><br> They seemed //very// in sync. Was he going to join? Some kinky threesome? Sora was definitely trying to fuck me. What was I going to do? <<crossroads #sora>> <<path>> Hobble away and pretend this never happened? <<contents>> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].value ++>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value -->> <</if>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Suggestible"].value -->> <br><br> "I--uh." Jerking my leg back from Sora hinted at what was going to become an awful charley horse, but I didn't think of her that way. And being watched? Or 'eased' into their swinging fantasy? No. Thanks. "I'm feeling much better." <br><br> "Oh, you're going to hurt yourself!" She smiled. No offense, no aggression. Placid. <br><br> "I've had worse." I laughed it off, though I doubted my smile was as easy as hers. I probably would hurt myself. I grunted as I bent over to roll up my mat, barely able to put weight on that leg. <br><br> She smiled, nodding and lifted herself from the ground, going about her usual process of cleaning up after the session. Not another word was spoken as I made my best way with my things past Rolly and nearly broke my neck on the way down the stairs. <br><br><br> I have no idea what I avoided, but nothing like that happened again, even as I continued going to class throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> Have an especially relaxing session? <<contents>> <<addBody Sora F "Sora, while her husband watched">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].value -->> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value ++>> <</if>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Suggestible"].value ++>> <br><br> I pressed my hips back, a silent 'yes' to her offer. She slid forward, her knee moving between my thighs and parting them as her other hand met with my neck -- god she had strong hands -- and we began to make out. <br><br> She never wore a typical yoga outfit and her balloon pants easily received my searching palm as it snuck inside her waistband. She tasted of mint tea, she smelled of marijuana. I wondered if my leg would be able to endure the extra strain. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Exhibitionism')>>I did know that enjoyed that Rolly was watching.<<else>>I did know that I wasn't sure how into Rolly watching I was.<</if>> And he was //watching//. His needlepoint was dropped beside him for the first time in countless sessions. <br><br> Her hands tugged back and forth on either side of my tight pants, working them down off my hips. There was extra care as they slid over my injured calf, a gentle caress, and then my top came off -- much easier. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "Naked...">> <<outfit naked>> Naked, I could feel the residue of the workout, but her fingers were keeping me distracted enough. "Fuck." I giggled, yanking at her pants, which dropped and she stepped out of, revealing the thick thatch of hair covering her pussy. She pressed a hand to my solar plexus, issuing me onto my back and her head dropped between my thighs which fell open expectantly. <br><br> Her fingers back and forth across my swelling labia and then dipped towards me and in. Gasping, my toes pressed against the warm wood -- heated from the yoga session and all those bodies working. My pussy was warm, too. And receptive. Back and forth, curling upward along the rough upper wall inside me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>>"Oh. Someone needs opening."<</if>> Her shoulders lifted, taking a breath. And used to her style, I matched her, knowing what would be coming as we exhaled together, "And...streeetcchh." <br><br> I squealed. I stretched. I was immediately cumming, feeling the firmness of her two fingers massaging inside me as my body grabbed at them. My breathing pattern broken, but she didn't care, and I was amazed at how she just hit that button so immediately, like a trigger. Slowly, I recovered, feeling the throbbing inside me and I huffed pleased, looking down at her with a broad smile. <br><br> And then I saw Rolly's cock, right at the edge of my view, he was standing beside his wife. He was handing her a small black object as I was distracted by his pulsating member. Was he about to join, now that my barriers were dropped? "This should open her up." <br><br> He walked off. He wasn't joining. But the dildo he had given Sora was. And it was pushing up inside me, deeper and thicker than her fingers had been, but I missed the warmth and bodily physicality that her fingers had been. Still, just a few strokes and I was orgasming again. "Hahhhhhh!" The release echoing through the room. <br><br> She worked slowly, letting me come down and then extracted the device. She gave it a pleased sniff and slow lick while dropping lower, towards my overwrought snatch. <br><br><br> Her lips and tongue made contact and I gasped, hands slapping against the wood floor. "Ommmm." A far different kind of mantra, the vibrations were shuddering through my clit, to my g-spot, up my spine and exploding in my brain. My calf was spasming, charley horse in full effect as I scrabbled against the foam of the mat in that way where part of me wanted to get away and part of me wanted to get closer, get //more//. <br><br> My hips were in her grasp, familiar with her touch and the way she would adjust me, she knew how to hold me. I wouldn't get away. I looked down at her pleadingly and then an orgasm racked through me and my back arched, tits jiggling with the force of the movement. It wasn't an arch pose, but it was as close as I had gotten, abdominals taut. And Rolly was there, looking down at his wife eating my pussy with impressive abilities. <br><br> His hands worked like they always did, but now without needlepoint, they were stroking along his erect cock. I gasped and gawked, blood pulsating in my cheeks and behind my eyes, seeming to enhance the view I was getting. I watched him with his thighs spread, the way his cock pulsed, the drool of his precum. He didn't approach, but in a way it was like they were both fucking me. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "She lifted her head...">> She lifted her head, licking her lips and clucking her tongue softly, "Oh, I'm sorry..." My back thudded against my mat, looking down at her as she moved her hands to my calves. I cooed and whimpered, wanting her to continue to lick my pussy, but this also hurt really good. <br><br> My other foot lifted, rubbing back and forth between her thighs and she grinned up at me, applying pressure down and I saw the focus in her eyes. I felt her warmth and wetness grow and the work on my leg get slightly too painful, losing its skill and luster as she came too. "Ow!" I tried to free my leg and it spasmed. <br><br> "S-sorry." She mmm'd out softly while moving up to cuddle with me. We panted together, enjoying the bliss that followed. Eventually, I turned my eyes back to her husband, fully expecting him to be ambling over or to catch a face full of his load. Instead, he sat quietly, watching us spooning and occasionally making a deliberate stroke along his shaft, keeping erect but avoiding his own orgasm. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "It was slightly awkward to be leaving...">> <<outfit yoga>> It was slightly awkward to be leaving, pulling on my clothes as Sora remained naked and gazing me over while her husband masturbated. "Goodbye, see you next week." She purred. Rolly nodded goodbye and continues sliding his hand along his stiff cock while I departed. Definitely the most weird session I ever had. <br><br> From then on I knew there was the possibility that staying after had...another kind of session involved. And I never really did understand what was going on between them or what Rolly wanted. <br><br><br> But I still continued attending throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Sora, Yoga Instructor">> <br><br> And that was how I lost my virginity. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <<elseif $UN.sora == 2>> Sora and I developed a quick and easy bond. I think she enjoyed having a reliable student, something to break up the fair weather practitioners. She gave me extra attention and we got into a habit of continuing our work after the class was over. There was never a conflict since the dance classes didn't happen except early and late. We took our time, enjoyed the calm and freedom of it just being us two and then headed off to the showers. <br><br> Girls in the locker room was nothing new to me. We'd strip down, fully naked in front of each other like I had with other girls my entire life. Sure, there'd be looks and inquisitiveness over each other's grooming, build, look of her pussy or mine, comparison of tits or ass. But after enough looks, it became passe. <br><br> One afternoon, after a particular strenuous session, I had strained my calf and had been hopping my way beside her afterwards. We were laughing over my sudden 'clumsiness' while I nearly fell over, stripping my yoga clothes <<linkexpand "off.">> <<outfit naked>> off. <br><br><br> The tightness of my pants was too much and caught on my foot. I was falling forward and she caught me. "Thanks!" I was laughing so hard. She was too. <br><br> "You okay there?" She smiled down at me, both of us ignoring that for the moment, one of her hands was squarely supporting me by one of my breasts. <br><br> "Yeah." <br><br> Her other hand dipped, "How about here?" It was sudden, but it was a sure movement, across my sensitive and responsive folds. <br><br><br> Sora was definitely trying to fuck me. What was I going to do? <<crossroads #sora>> <<path>> Hobble away and pretend this never happened? <<contents>> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].value ++>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value -->> <</if>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Suggestible"].value -->> <br><br> "I--uh." Jerking back from Sora hinted at what was going to become an awful charley horse, but I didn't think of her that way. And in the showers? No. Thanks. "I'm feeling much better." <br><br> "Oh, you're going to hurt yourself!" She smiled. No offense, no aggression. Placid. <br><br> "I've had worse." I laughed it off, though I doubted my smile was as easy as hers. I probably would hurt myself. I grunted as got into my own shower and pulled the curtain closed. The sparest of barriers, but hopefully enough. <br><br><br> My shower came on. I listened for hers. And then we were showering like always. Nothing was ever mentioned again. <br><br><br> I have no idea what I avoided, but nothing like that happened again, even as I continued going to class throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> Have an especially relaxing session? <<contents>> <<addBody Sora F "Sora, in the gym showers">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].value -->> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value ++>> <</if>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Suggestible"].value ++>> <br><br> I pressed my hips back, a silent 'yes' to her offer. She slid forward, her knee moving between my thighs and parting them as her other hand met with my neck -- god she had strong hands -- and we began to make out. <br><br> She tasted of mint tea, she smelled of marijuana. I wondered if my leg would be able to endure the extra strain. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Exhibitionism')>>I did know that enjoyed that anyone could walk in.<<else>>I did know that I wasn't sure how into someone potentially walking in I was.<</if>> And //anyone// could. <br><br> "Fuck." I giggled, yanking at her hips, guiding us into the shower stall behind me. I reached to grab at the spare curtain and she shook her head, a hand pressed to my solar plexus, issuing me against the cold tile wall of the shower. Her head dropped between my thighs which fell open expectantly. Tentatively up on one set of toes, as she lowered, one of her hands slid carefully and gently across my pain. <br><br> Her fingers back and forth across my swelling labia and then dipped towards me and in. Gasping, my toes pressed against the slippery tiles -- this was going to take all my coordination and focus to stay upright. Unlike the shower, my pussy was warm. And receptive. Back and forth, curling upward along the rough upper wall inside me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>>"Oh. Someone needs opening."<</if>> Her shoulders lifted, taking a breath. And used to her style, I matched her, knowing what would be coming as we exhaled together, "And...streeetcchh." <br><br> I squealed. I stretched. I was immediately cumming, feeling the firmness of her two fingers massaging inside me as my body grabbed at them. My breathing pattern broken, but she didn't care, and I was amazed at how she just hit that button so immediately, like a trigger. Slowly, I recovered, feeling the throbbing inside me and I huffed pleased, looking down at her with a broad smile. <br><br> Slowly, she worked me down and extracted her fingers eventually. She gave them a pleased sniff and slow lick while dropping lower, towards my overwrought snatch. <br><br> Her lips and tongue made contact and I gasped, hands slapping against the wall. "Ommmm." A far different kind of mantra, the vibrations were shuddering through my clit, to my g-spot, up my spine and exploding in my brain. My calf was spasming, charley horse in full effect as I scrabbled against wet floor, in that way where part of me wanted to get away and part of me wanted to get closer, get //more//. I was wobbling, on the verge of falling again. <br><br> My hips were in her grasp, familiar with her touch and the way she would adjust me, she knew how to hold me. I wouldn't get away. I looked down at her pleadingly and then an orgasm racked through me and my back arched, tits jiggling with the force of the movement. It wasn't an arch pose, but it was as close as I had gotten, abdominals taut. And I held there, eyes to the unremarkable restroom ceiling. <br><br> I gasped and gawked, blood pulsating in my cheeks and behind my eyes, seeming to enhance the view I was getting. I could see every crack. The lines where a fresh coat of paint had stopped, the growing mildew at the edges. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "She lifted her head...">> She lifted her head, licking her lips and clucking her tongue softly, "Oh, I'm sorry..." My hips dropped back hard, ass hitting the wall as I nearly lost all strength in my legs. She stayed squatting, her hands supporting me, one returning to my calf. I cooed and whimpered, wanting her to continue to lick my pussy, but this also hurt really good. <br><br> My other foot lifted, rubbing back and forth between her thighs and she grinned up at me, applying pressure down and I saw the focus in her eyes. I felt her warmth and wetness grow and the work on my leg get slightly too painful, losing its skill and luster as she came too. "Ow!" I tried to free my leg and it spasmed. <br><br> "S-sorry." She mmm'd out softly while moving up to cuddle with me. She reached over and turned on the water. It coursed over us as we panted together, enjoying the bliss that followed. Eventually, my vision cleared enough that I saw the occasional person walking by the open stall, looking in at these two women hugging each other naked in the shower. No one said anything. Some were shocked. Some laughed. Some looked disgusted. In that moment, I couldn't care. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>>I smiled and gave them coy waves. Once, I gave Sora a good grab of her ass when I caught a shier girl looking.<<else>>But I still used her body to shield me from them. Maybe they wouldn't recognize me.<</if>> <br><br> We washed each other kindly and carefully and I was thankful for her assistance as I couldn't quite stay upright. Then, done with each other and the shower, we stepped out. No towels nearby, we had to drip our way across the bathroom to grab them and dry off. She smiled at me <<linkexpand "as we collected our things...">> <<outfit yoga>> as we collected our things. <br><br><br> "Goodbye, see you next week." She purred. <br><br><br> From then on I knew there was the possibility that staying after had...another kind of session involved. <br><br><br> But I still continued attending throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Sora, Yoga Instructor">> <br><br> And that was how I lost my virginity. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Sora and I developed a quick and easy bond. I think she enjoyed having a devoted student, something to break up the monotony of the majority that came for the status, not the sweat. She gave me extra attention and we got into a habit of continuing our work after the class was over. A little delay didn't bother me too much. I was never charged more -- which could have been painful -- and, while the other women bristled, we ignored them and let them leave, chatting away softly in lotus position until it was just us. <br><br> One afternoon, after a particularly tough session, I was experiencing a muscle spasm in my calf. I was having trouble walking and Sora and I were laughing over the sudden 'clumsiness' while she helped me, strong hands working its way up and down the meat of my leg. "Ah, that feels good," I couldn't help but grunt out, head lolling to the side, eyes closing. <br><br> And then...Sora's hand had reached the joint between my thighs and her massaging began to send very different shocks through my core. <br><br><br> My eyes shot open, looking at her: she seemed calm. The glass door that seemed to beckon eyes to look through it at us in the well-lit studio. Sora was definitely trying to fuck me. What was I going to do? <<crossroads #sora>> <<path>> Hobble away and pretend this never happened? <<contents>> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].value ++>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value -->> <</if>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Suggestible"].value -->> <br><br> "I--uh." Jerking my leg back from Sora hinted at what was going to become an awful charley horse, but I didn't think of her that way. And being caught--or watched? No. Thanks. "I'm feeling much better." <br><br> "Oh, you're going to hurt yourself!" She smiled. No offense, no aggression. Placid. <br><br> "I've had worse." I laughed it off, though I doubted my smile was as easy as hers. I probably would hurt myself. I grunted as I bent over to roll up my mat, barely able to put weight on that leg. <br><br><br> She smiled, nodding and lifted herself from the ground, going about her usual process of cleaning up after the session. Not another word was spoken as I made my best way out of the studio and to the showers. <br><br><br> I have no idea what I avoided, but nothing like that happened again, even as I continued going to class throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> Have an especially relaxing session? <<contents>> <<addBody Sora F "Sora, in her yoga studio">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].value -->> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value ++>> <</if>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Suggestible"].value ++>> <br><br> I pressed my hips back, a silent 'yes' to her offer. She slid forward, her knee moving between my thighs and parting them as her other hand met with my neck -- god she had strong hands -- and we began to make out. <br><br> She never wore a typical yoga outfit and her balloon pants easily received my searching palm as it snuck inside her waistband. She smelled of mint tea, she smelled of marijuana. I wondered if my leg would be able to endure the extra strain. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Exhibitionism')>>I did know that enjoyed that Rolly was watching.<<else>>I did know that I wasn't sure how into Rolly watching I was.<</if>> And he was //watching//. His needlepoint was dropped beside him for the first time in countless sessions. <br><br> Her hands tugged back and forth on either side of my tight pants, working them down off my hips. There was extra care as they slid over my injured calf, a gentle caress, and then my top came off -- much easier. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "Naked...">> <<outfit naked>> Naked, I could feel the residue of the workout, but her fingers were keeping me distracted enough. "Fuck." I giggled, yanking at her pants, which dropped and she stepped out of, revealing the thick thatch of hair covering her pussy. She pressed a hand to my solar plexus, issuing me onto my back and her head dropped between my thighs which fell open expectantly. <br><br> Her fingers back and forth across my swelling labia and then dipped towards me and in. Gasping, my toes pressed against the warm wood -- heated from the yoga session and all those bodies working. My pussy was warm, too. And receptive. Back and forth, curling upward along the rough upper wall inside me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>>"Oh. Someone needs opening."<</if>> Her shoulders lifted, taking a breath. And used to her style, I matched her, knowing what would be coming as we exhaled together, "And...streeetcchh." <br><br> I squealed. I stretched. I was immediately cumming, feeling the firmness of her two fingers massaging inside me as my body grabbed at them. My breathing pattern broken, but she didn't care, and I was amazed at how she just hit that button so immediately, like a trigger. Slowly, I recovered, feeling the throbbing inside me and I huffed pleased, looking down at her with a broad smile. <br><br> And then I her retrieving something from her bag. A device I had never seen her use during class. It was small and black. I was curious, but unable to really argue at this time. "This should open you up." <br><br> It was pushing up inside me, deeper and thicker than her fingers had been, but I missed the warmth and bodily physicality that her fingers had been. Still, just a few strokes and I was orgasming again. "Hahhhhhh!" The release echoing through the room. <br><br> She worked slowly, letting me come down and then extracted the device. She gave it a pleased sniff and slow lick while dropping lower, towards my overwrought snatch. <br><br> Her lips and tongue made contact and I gasped, hands slapping against the wood floor. "Ommmm." A far different kind of mantra, the vibrations were shuddering through my clit, to my g-spot, up my spine and exploding in my brain. My calf was spasming, charley horse in full effect as I scrabbled against the foam of the mat in that way where part of me wanted to get away and part of me wanted to get closer, get //more//. <br><br> My hips were in her grasp, familiar with her touch and the way she would adjust me, she knew how to hold me. I wouldn't get away. I looked down at her pleadingly and then an orgasm racked through me and my back arched, tits jiggling with the force of the movement. It wasn't an arch pose, but it was as close as I had gotten, abdominals taut. And I saw staring at that door. It was so glass. So clear. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>>Was someone looking? Please let someone be watching...no. Maybe soon.<<else>>Had someone seen? Please no. Please...<</if>> <br><br> I gasped and gawked, blood pulsating in my cheeks and behind my eyes, seeming to enhance the view I was getting. I felt bound by the orgasm and rocking pleasure, unable to move, stuck watching in vain should anyone pass. I could see each shift in light: maybe someone about to pass. I could hear the sounds of her licking and sucking at my pulsing pussy, the sounds so loud in the vacant room -- I'm //sure// someone would hear us! <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>>Maybe I added a bit too much volume, hoping past all hopes that there would be a voyeur<<else>>I muffled myself, trying to ensure that no one had any reason to come snooping.<</if>> <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "She lifted her head...">> She lifted her head, licking her lips and clucking her tongue softly, "Oh, I'm sorry..." My back thudded against my mat, looking down at her as she moved her hands to my calves. I cooed and whimpered, wanting her to continue to lick my pussy, but this also hurt really good. <br><br> My other foot lifted, rubbing back and forth between her thighs and she grinned up at me, applying pressure down and I saw the focus in her eyes. I felt her warmth and wetness grow and the work on my leg get slightly too painful, losing its skill and luster as she came too. "Ow!" I tried to free my leg and it spasmed. <br><br> "S-sorry." She mmm'd out softly while moving up to cuddle with me. We panted together, enjoying the bliss that followed. Eventually, I turned my eyes back to the door, weak after both the yoga and sex, certain that I was about to lose my membership. Or that Sora would be fired for fraternizing. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "Eventually, my good sense took over...">> <<outfit yoga>> Eventually, my good sense took over and I scrambled to put my clothes on before someone came in. I looked at her intensely, half-laughing that she would be so laissez-faire. She just sat there, half-naked, watching me. In no rush. "Goodbye, see you next week." She purred. Definitely the most weird session I ever had. <br><br><br> From then on I knew there was the possibility that staying after had...another kind of session involved. Sora was still my teacher and I was curious if any other classes had 'pet' students like me. <br><br><br> But I still continued attending throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Sora, Yoga Instructor">> <br><br> And that was how I lost my virginity. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <</nobr>><div id="delvin"> <<scrollIntoView>> Delvin was a pretty antithetical to his sister. Athletic and sporty, pretty good at school, and the years of braces were behind him, though he did have -- apparently -- characteristic strong front teeth. He also didn't keep his distance from me, which might have been why Darcy held back. Maybe she felt I was invading and getting to close to him. <br><br> "Do I really need to write an essay?" His hand was gripped in his hair, forehead resting in his palm, and he was looking up at me pleadingly. <br><br> "Well, stupid as it might be, they won't let you in without one." <br><br> "You wrote one? On what." <br><br> "You can't just crib a entrance essay, Del." He sighed, fiddling with the pen on his notebook. The scribbles might have contained a single idea or two, but were mostly doodles and false starts. <br><br> "How is it." Another look up from his supported forehead, but this time, curious, "College." <br><br> "You thinking about //not// going?" <br><br> "But do you like it, or is it just more school. More of this..." He shoved the notebook away. <br><br> "Yeah. It's a lot of work, but I think it's easier -- and way more free -- than high school." I leaned in close, taking the notebook and started to make a list, "New friends. Getting away from home. Most of the week to do what you want. Parties." I stopped and returned one of his over-the-eyebrow looks, "Girls..." I smiled. He smiled. "I'm not going to mention some other things, but let your mind go wild." <br><br> "It is." There was a flicker in his eyes. Was that subtext? Was he flirting with me? I had noticed things like this from time to time, and he was a raging bottle of testosterone. And there wasn't that much different between us besides a diploma and a year or so. <br><br> But. Did I think about ''him'' that way? And was I going to risk my situation here -- it was cozy -- by crossing the line. Who knows how he'd react anyway? <br><br> <<crossroads #delvin>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')>> "Oh? What are you imagining?" <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Risky or Easy enough. <<contents>> He leaned forward, still looking up past his strong brows, "I can't tell you out here." A husky whisper. Full of portent. <br><br> Okay. So. This was happening. I felt a tightness in my throat and a flutter in my upper chest as I pushed back from the table. The scraping of the chair legs seemed a bit more violent and louder than other times. Neither of us said a thing, just heading up the stairs together, hearts beating faster and my eyes flickering around quickly just making sure Deb or Redding or Darcy was around to notice. Darc was around, but hopefully she'd be in her room. With the door closed. And maybe some headphone on? <br><br> He grabbed my ass and I had to stifle a squeal. I turned on him with wide eyes, mouthing "What the //hell//." He just grinned and gave my ass a firm smack before holding his hands up with faux apology. He was testing the waters. And incredibly excited. <br><br> "We're going to have to be ''quiet''." I whispered, noting Darcy's door //was// closed. I stumbled back into his room over the strap of his backpack. <br><br> "Uhuh." He grabbed his T-shirt from behind his neck and pulled it up and over, revealing his tight, toned and young body. Young? I'm not some cougar...but it did feel that way. <br><br> "And __quick__." A bit louder this time, both for firmness and because I had shut the door, using my toes to remove my <<link "shoes">><<feet>><</link>>. <br><br> "Uhuh." His hands tugged his belt with an overconfident flourish and the buckle smacked his rockhard stomach, but he barely flinched. "Gonna show me what I'm missing out on if I don't go to college?" A chin lift hint to get the rest of my clothes off. <br><br> "''Uhuh'''." I grinned, moving towards him -- I wasn't going to let this young upstart buck make me some skittish doe. One hand pulled off the remainder of my <<link "clothes">><<outfit naked>><</link>> while the other pressed squarely to his solar plexus and shoved him back on his bed. It still had football sheets on it. Well-loved and well-stained for the better part of a decade. <br><br> He grabbed my hips with a grunt as he looked over my naked body, pulling me over his lap. I felt his erection already prepped to go tapping against my thighs and mound as I kneeled my way over him. His hand dropped between us and firmly whacked his shaft against my pussy. It was my turn to grunt, head dropping a bit as the feeling of something hot, hard and sudden striking right there...this wasn't his first hunt. <br><br> "Okay. Condom time, Del." I returned my hand to his plexus as my other teased at the base of his shaft, ensuring he couldn't enter me and also returning the favor as he continued to slap against my awakening vagina. <br><br> "Oh. Come. //On//. You're in __college__. No one uses them. You do?" His eyebrows raised in mocking disbelief. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 0>> "True." And I firmly shoved myself over him. I felt the sharp sting of quick entry without foreplay, but I had meant what I said about quick and quiet. My hand on his plexus slid up to his mouth and pressed down. The hand that was on his base now cupped and lightly squeezed at his sack. I pushed down hard and felt his hot breath gushing into my palm as I forced him inside me, fully hilted. I wondered what his expression was, but my eyes were clenched shut. His hands grabbed pleadingly at my hips and I started to lift, now that penetration was complete. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includesAny("Tight Pussy", "Good Intercourse")>> And that was it. His hips jerked up and his strong hands yanked me right back down the moment I started to move. His cock pulsed hard and I felt the heat spurting inside me. <br><br> I could watch him now, muffled by my hand as he accomplished both of my goals...and his. His youth and inexperienced showed as I sat in his lap and let him buck up against me and pump his full load out deep inside me. Very glad I was on something. <br><br> After a few moments, he pulled his face free from me and gave my ass another smack. "''That'' is what I should write my essay about. Your pussy is __insane__." <br><br> I chuckled and rolled my eyes, dismounting him and letting him deal with the drool of his mess back onto him. I grabbed my clothes and didn't bother looking back, taking pride in my dominance, "Come on. Essay time, college boy." <br><br><br> And he did finish his essay like a good boy. But that also opened the door to us hooking up while his parents had left us alone. <br><br> <<if _darcy == true>> I knew it was only a matter of time before Darcy figured things out and I worried about how she'd react. But she surprised me. I caught her peeking and realized she was using us as a study guide for her own curiosity. Somehow she was able to ignore that she was seeing her brother naked and fucking. <br><br> Somewhere after a month or so, I think they had some discussion because they both suddenly became incredibly casual about it. I wondered who initiated the talk, but one day she just told us to go fuck and that changed everything. She kept the Reddings at bay and was fine with us doing it pretty much anywhere. And Delvin took full advantage. <br><br> I never had to worry about keeping them in line or where they were though. <br><br> A far cry from what I had expected nannying [[to be|UN004 - Professor]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Delvin Redding">> <br><br> And that was how I lost my virginity. <<else>> <<addBody "Delvin Redding" M "Delvin Redding, not just my nannying charge">> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $UN.job = "waiter">> I knew it was only a matter of time before Darcy figured things out and I worried about how she'd react. And I had every right to worry. She iced me hard. She also surprised me because I caught her peeking a couple of times -- probably a study guide for her own questions. Somehow she was able to ignore that she was seeing her brother naked and fucking. <br><br> Then, after a month or so (I guess when she had sated her curiosity), I got canned unceremoniously. And I couldn't find another nannying job for the life of me. I had crossed a line and it seemed like the whole town knew. <br><br> I found a waiting gig that was able to fill the gaps, but it felt like [[punishment|UN004 - Professor]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Delvin Redding">> <br><br> And that was how I lost my virginity. <<else>> <<addBody "Delvin Redding" M "Delvin Redding, not just my nannying charge">> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> Up. And //down//. A firm smack of my meaty ass against his strong thighs. His bed squeaked. He huffed against my hand. Again. Again. It was easier and quicker each time. I could see his eyes over my hand-muffle watching my tits bouncing in time with my fucking him. <br><br> He tried to extricate himself from my grip but I shook my head, "Nuhuh. Teaching you a lesson. Quiet." <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breath play")>>And I reinforced the point my removing my hand from his sack and grabbing him around his throat. I gripped and ensured I cut off his air...slightly...with each upward motion of my hips, my pussy pulling at him and making his blood throb in his head.<</if>> <br><br> He struggled from that point on. Not sure how much of it was him fighting back his climax and how much of it was him trying to keep some sort of power and dignity as his //babysitter// fucked him. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> I was super glad in this moment for being on top and my natural proclivity to cum. We came together. I was shuddering and grinding my mound against his crotch as I felt him buck up against me and pump his full load out deep inside me. Very glad I was on something. <<else>> I was too much for him. And we were trying to be quick anyway. I tried to get myself off as I felt him bucking against me and pumping his full load out deep inside me, but he kept ruining my rhythm with his thrusts. Wasn't gonna happen. Well, I //was// very glad I was on something. And maybe I'd get off next time, when we were less rushed and more safe. <br><br> Next time? Jesus. Was I insane? <</if>> <br><br> After a few moments, he pulled his face free from me and gave my ass another smack. "''That'' is what I should write my essay about." <br><br> I chuckled and rolled my eyes, dismounting him and letting him deal with the drool of his mess back onto him. I grabbed my clothes and didn't bother looking back, taking pride in my dominance, "Come on. Essay time, college boy." <br><br><br> And he did finish his essay like a good boy. But that also opened the door to us hooking up while his parents had left us alone. <br><br> <<if _darcy == true>> I knew it was only a matter of time before Darcy figured things out and I worried about how she'd react. But she surprised me. I caught her peeking and realized she was using us as a study guide for her own curiosity. Somehow she was able to ignore that she was seeing her brother naked and fucking. <br><br> Somewhere after a month or so, I think they had some discussion because they both suddenly became incredibly casual about it. I wondered who initiated the talk, but one day she just told us to go fuck and that changed everything. She kept the Reddings at bay and was fine with us doing it pretty much anywhere. And Delvin took full advantage. <br><br> I never had to worry about keeping them in line or where they were though. <br><br> A far cry from what I had expected nannying [[to be|UN004 - Professor]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Delvin Redding">> <br><br> And that was how I lost my virginity. <<else>> <<addBody "Delvin Redding" M "Delvin Redding, not just my nannying charge">> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $UN.job = "waiter">> I knew it was only a matter of time before Darcy figured things out and I worried about how she'd react. And I had every right to worry. She iced me hard. She also surprised me because I caught her peeking a couple of times -- probably a study guide for her own questions. Somehow she was able to ignore that she was seeing her brother naked and fucking. <br><br> Then, after a month or so (I guess when she had sated her curiosity), I got canned unceremoniously. And I couldn't find another nannying job for the life of me. I had crossed a line and it seemed like the whole town knew. <br><br> I found a waiting gig that was able to fill the gaps, but it felt like [[punishment|UN004 - Professor]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Delvin Redding">> <br><br> And that was how I lost my virginity. <<else>> <<addBody "Delvin Redding" M "Delvin Redding, not just my nannying charge">> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> "I mean. True. //Most// of them are--" My head flicked back as he gave me hits with his cock in rapid succession. <br><br> "And you're...not?" I nodded, eyebrows lifting as he pressed his head from my clit to my opening and then back. "Come //on//." My hand tightened around his base as he made this a competition of wills, "You're telling me I'd be the first guy to rawdog you?" A slow, methodical tease up and down my rapidly slickening and warming labia. "You said we had to be quick. Going and buying a condom won't be quick." His head was inside me all of a sudden and my hand relented on his shaft, he seized the chance and yanked me down, fully inserting himself, "//Ex// ''act'' __ly__." <br><br> "Del..." I shook my head. He was thrusting, eyes on my tits as they began to jiggle in time with his insistent upward rocking. <br><br> "Ugh. I'll pull out, ''calm'' //down//." He rolled his eyes, "And here I thought you were a college chick." Another nudge of his raging hormones to get what he wanted. <br><br> "Oh shut up." And my free hand found his mouth, clamping down as I began to rock and move my hips. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includesAny("Tight Pussy", "Good Intercourse")>> And that was it. His hips jerked up and his strong hands yanked me right back down the moment I started to move. His cock pulsed hard and I felt the heat spurting inside me. <br><br> I could watch him now, muffled by my hand as he accomplished both of my goals...and his. His youth and inexperienced showed as I sat in his lap and let him buck up against me and pump his full load out deep inside me. I don't know if he thought my 'shut up' was agreeing to his childish attempts to get what he wanted or if he just didn't have the ability to do what he promised, but he //certainly// was spurting inside me. Hard. <br><br> After a few moments, he pulled his face free from me and gave my ass another smack. "''That'' is what I should write my essay about. Your pussy is __insane__." <br><br> I chuckled and rolled my eyes, dismounting him and letting him deal with the drool of his mess back onto him. I grabbed my clothes and didn't bother looking back, taking pride in my dominance, "Come on. Essay time, college boy." <br><br><br> And he did finish his essay like a good boy. But that also opened the door to us hooking up while his parents had left us alone. <br><br> <<if _darcy == true>> I knew it was only a matter of time before Darcy figured things out and I worried about how she'd react. But she surprised me. I caught her peeking and realized she was using us as a study guide for her own curiosity. Somehow she was able to ignore that she was seeing her brother naked and fucking. <br><br> Somewhere after a month or so, I think they had some discussion because they both suddenly became incredibly casual about it. I wondered who initiated the talk, but one day she just told us to go fuck and that changed everything. She kept the Reddings at bay and was fine with us doing it pretty much anywhere. And Delvin took full advantage. <br><br> I never had to worry about keeping them in line or where they were though. <br><br> A far cry from what I had expected nannying [[to be|UN004 - Professor]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Delvin Redding">> <br><br> And that was how I lost my virginity. <<else>> <<addBody "Delvin Redding" M "Delvin Redding, not just my nannying charge">> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $UN.job = "waiter">> I knew it was only a matter of time before Darcy figured things out and I worried about how she'd react. And I had every right to worry. She iced me hard. She also surprised me because I caught her peeking a couple of times -- probably a study guide for her own questions. Somehow she was able to ignore that she was seeing her brother naked and fucking. <br><br> Then, after a month or so (I guess when she had sated her curiosity), I got canned unceremoniously. And I couldn't find another nannying job for the life of me. I had crossed a line and it seemed like the whole town knew. <br><br> I found a waiting gig that was able to fill the gaps, but it felt like [[punishment|UN004 - Professor]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Delvin Redding">> <br><br> And that was how I lost my virginity. <<else>> <<addBody "Delvin Redding" M "Delvin Redding, not just my nannying charge">> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> Up. And //down//. A firm smack of my meaty ass against his strong thighs. His bed squeaked. He huffed against my hand. Again. Again. It was easier and quicker each time. I could see his eyes over my hand-muffle watching my tits bouncing in time with my fucking him. <br><br> He tried to extricate himself from my grip but I shook my head, "Nuhuh. Teaching you a lesson. Quiet." <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breath play")>>And I reinforced the point my removing my hand from his sack and grabbing him around his throat. I gripped and ensured I cut off his air...slightly...with each upward motion of my hips, my pussy pulling at him and making his blood throb in his head.<</if>> <br><br> He struggled from that point on. Not sure how much of it was him fighting back his climax and how much of it was him trying to keep some sort of power and dignity as his //babysitter// fucked him. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> I was super glad in this moment for being on top and my natural proclivity to cum. We came together. I was shuddering and grinding my mound against his crotch as I saw him making a furied movement of his head, eyes wide. I was glad I was looking because I pulled up //just// before he bucked, pumping his full load out onto his stomach. Orgasm was cut a bit short, but better than that in me. <<else>> I was too much for him. And we were trying to be quick anyway. I tried to get myself off as I saw him making a furied movement of his head, eyes wide. I was glad I was looking because I pulled up //just// before he bucked, pumping his full load out onto his stomach. Wasn't gonna happen. Maybe I'd get off next time, when we were less rushed and more safe. <br><br> Next time? Jesus. Was I insane? <</if>> <br><br> After a few moments, he pulled his face free from me and gave my ass another smack. "''That'' is what I should write my essay about." <br><br> I chuckled and rolled my eyes, dismounting him and letting him deal with the mess he had made on himself. I grabbed my clothes and didn't bother looking back, taking pride in my dominance, "Come on. Essay time, college boy." <br><br><br> And he did finish his essay like a good boy. But that also opened the door to us hooking up while his parents had left us alone. <br><br> <<if _darcy == true>> I knew it was only a matter of time before Darcy figured things out and I worried about how she'd react. But she surprised me. I caught her peeking and realized she was using us as a study guide for her own curiosity. Somehow she was able to ignore that she was seeing her brother naked and fucking. <br><br> Somewhere after a month or so, I think they had some discussion because they both suddenly became incredibly casual about it. I wondered who initiated the talk, but one day she just told us to go fuck and that changed everything. She kept the Reddings at bay and was fine with us doing it pretty much anywhere. And Delvin took full advantage. <br><br> I never had to worry about keeping them in line or where they were though. <br><br><br> A far cry from what I had expected nannying [[to be|UN004 - Professor]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Delvin Redding">> <br><br> And that was how I lost my virginity. <<else>> <<addBody "Delvin Redding" M "Delvin Redding, not just my nannying charge">> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $UN.job = "waiter">> I knew it was only a matter of time before Darcy figured things out and I worried about how she'd react. And I had every right to worry. She iced me hard. She also surprised me because I caught her peeking a couple of times -- probably a study guide for her own questions. Somehow she was able to ignore that she was seeing her brother naked and fucking. <br><br> Then, after a month or so (I guess when she had sated her curiosity), I got canned unceremoniously. And I couldn't find another nannying job for the life of me. I had crossed a line and it seemed like the whole town knew. <br><br><br> I found a waiting gig that was able to fill the gaps, but it felt like [[punishment|UN004 - Professor]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Delvin Redding">> <br><br> And that was how I lost my virginity. <<else>> <<addBody "Delvin Redding" M "Delvin Redding, not just my nannying charge">> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<path>> "Good. Now get to that essay." <<contents>> I pushed my chair back and moved away from the table to give us some distance that might alleviate some of the tension. If there was tension. I saw a bit of sadness wash over his eyes, but then the emotion was lost to me as he looked back down at the notepad. <br><br> He seemed to just stare at the list that I had made and I hoped that it would be enough to convince him to give it the old college try. <br><br><br> I gave him a wide berth for a week or so. He seemed to be doing the same thing. Some of his tone was punishing. Darcy was nicer, though. Maybe she enjoyed seeing me taking lumps from him. <br><br> We eventually found a better rhythm, but it wasn't as close as we had used to be. <br><br><br> I also kept my job, which was more than a <<link "bonus">><<replace "#delvin" t8n>> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Redding">> <</replace>><</link>>. <</crossroads>> </div><<scrollIntoView>> "Oh. You're still here?" Startled, I had the sense that I needed to look busy because that was Mr. Redding's voice. <br><br> "Oh, hi, Mr--" he chuckled at my reaction -- probably looked all kinds of ridiculous as I tried to find what I was 'doing' there in his living room -- and waved a hand at me, "Ned. You know that, <<print $CC.name>>. You staying for dinner or something? If Deb's invited you, that's fine." <br><br> It was one of the typical afternoons: Debbie was supposed to have come home by this point to relieve me from the 'care duties', but she hadn't. Surprise, surprise. Delvin and Darcy were practically adults and were able to take care of themselves, either doing homework, talking on the phone or on their computers. It didn't matter, I was just waiting for my chance to get back to campus. <br><br> What wasn't typical was seeing //Ned//. It was still early for him and I never really got a bead on what his schedule was like. But there he was. I guess he was my relief. I wondered what Debbie was up to. Maybe I didn't want to know. <br><br> "Sorry, no. Not staying, I was just waiting til she got back." <br><br> "Oh. She's not here?" Did he know what she was up to? He seemed unconcerned. He doffed his jacket on the chair nearby. "Well, it's nice to see you. Haven't really crossed paths since you started." <br><br> "That's true. Well, um, I can get out of your hair." <br><br> He chuckled again, waving that hand at me, "Sure, sure, probably been dying to just get out of here. I'll have a word with Debbie about this happening." I grabbed my things, putting on my shoes and got up off the couch, he had moved towards the kitchen and then stopped, turning around as he untucked his button-down shirt, "Does this happen often?" <br><br> I froze, unsure if I should be involving myself in more of their lives than simply babysitting. I had my suspicions about what she got up to and Darcy had made a few off-hand comments, but maybe I should just let sleeping dogs lie. Their circus, their monkeys. <div id="redding"> <<crossroads #redding>> <<path>> Say something? <<contents>> <br><br> "Uh, yeah. Kinda? Like. All the time?" <br><br> He nodded and sighed, hands on his hips and eyes downcast, "Debbie, Debbie, Debbie. That's not fair to you, but she's only ever really been interested in making sure //she// is getting what she wants." He moved towards me from the kitchen, "Look. I'll pay you for your time. That wasn't part of the agreement." He sat down on the couch I had just left. "That sound fair?" <br><br> "Yeah. Definitely." I didn't have to think, I was immediately pre-spending the money, whatever it was. Debts, new clothes, the options flooded through me. <br><br> "Perfect. And...them," he waved up at the stairs, "How are they doing?" He smiled. This was the first time he had expressed interest. <br><br> Was he expressing interest in me? Was he trying to keep me there? My skin pricked up as I considered the money. Had he meant it in //that// way? <br><br> Did I dare find out? <<crossroads #redding>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Older Men") || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2>> Yah? <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Older Men or Confident enough to check is intentions. <<contents>> <br><br> I took a step back towards the couch, "Oh. Uh. Yeah, they're actually doing really great." For his age he was an attractive enough man, and he carried himself with monied confidence that didn't hurt either. "Been working with them both a lot and they're making improvements," I sat next to him, "Deb never loops you in?" <br><br> "Heh. You could say that." Seeing me beside him he leaned back into the couch and threw his arm around me, "Probably last looping in was...Darcy?" He chuckled, thumbing up at the second floor. <br><br> "Wait. You can't be serious." My head dipped forward, eyes widening and mouth slightly slack. Decade and a half or so of them being together and literally no sex? <br><br> "What don't you believe? You have to know what Debbie gets up to while you're stuck here with the caretaking." He gave me a squeeze at my shoulder, slightly nudging me closer. Yep, he was definitely making a pass. <br><br> "And. You're okay with that?" His pull had me up against him and trying to find a comfortable position had my right arm across his midsection. I hoped neither of them came downstairs right now. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. Debbie is my..." his fingers felt at my bare arm as his head dropped back, thinking as he stared at the ceiling, "fourth? marriage. She's just the first one that liked my arrangement. The other ones //thought// they did, until they experienced it." <br><br> "Oh." <br><br> "You're cute." <br><br> "Oh." <br><br> He chuckled, "Come on. If you're already stuck here after hours, might as well enjoy yourself. Let's go upstairs and I'll show you what I'm talking about." He was pulling me up off the couch with the arm around my shoulders. So this was happening. Would Darcy or Delvin figure it out? Hear us? Walk in? Fuck. What if Debbie came home? She was already due any minute. <br><br> But we were already climbing the stairs. He had been talking to me but I had been too far in my thoughts to pay attention, "Uh, yeah, I mean...I was curious if Debbie was...ya know." He chuckled and nodded. His hand had dropped to my ass and gave it a firm patting. <br><br> "Play her in tennis and you'll know the answer." My eyes did a quick glance over at the kid's rooms. Could they hear us talking through their doors? Had this happened to them before? And then we were in his room. Their room. He was moving over to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt, his middle-aged stomach revealed that he rubbed, relaxed. "Just going to stand there, looking?" He smiled with such practiced confidence. I shuffled over towards him, helping him doff the shirt completely. This was happening. The cliche babysitter moment while mom was away. <br><br> He leaned in and kisses me. It was gentle and kind. I smelled his aftershave: only a light hint from the morning, but was still pleasant. Our tongues flickered together, his hands were on my hips and moving them back side-to-side until I was against the bed. He settled me there, still making out kindly, softly, while his fingers worked my <<link "skirt">><<lower>><<panties>><</link>> down my legs with my underwear. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> I broke the kiss, pulling back as I pushed him slightly. His body was solid, while not being built, as if all his weight was contained somewhere underneath his ribs and muscles. "Hey, I uh. We need to be careful. My condoms are down in my bag...do you...?" <br><br> He shook his head, his fingers dug in around my hipbones and turned me suddenly, firmly. I was back on the bed and twisted to the side, legs hanging off to one side of the bed as he opened his pants with one hand and sucked on two fingers of his other hand, "I don't. But..." I gasped, arching in shock as those wettened fingers were pressed to my bud and rubbing, "Nature has another kind of birth control." His cock was wedging between my ass cheeks and my hand on his stomach pushed back as he pressed forward. <br><br> "N-nedddd..." It came between gritted teeth and then I gasped again, this time sharp and broken as his meat entered me and sunk up inside my ass. I felt him throbbing hard inside me as he leaned back down to continue kissing me as he hilted himself inside my anus. Me on my side made my hips and his stomach fight against each other and prevent an easy, full insertion, but he tried anyway. And my body began to buck as he thrust against me. <br><br> I felt the burn and the pull at the out-bound ring between my legs, the stuffing that made my body feel full and then 'released' in a very different way than typically when I was getting fucked. I felt the weight of my shoes pulling my feet down slightly as my legs hung off to the side and swayed with his large body ramming inside me. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Anal")>> I knew how to squeeze in time with his thrusting and he had to break contact with my mouth as he reacted to it. His gaze immediately turned from his kind but aroused to a deep, surprised and very pleased intensity. His hands grabbed tight around my waist and he began to slam against me roughly. The tension at the corner of his eyes spoke to the concentration and trying to not unload too quickly. "N-not your f-first time this way, huh?" I think he was trying to chuckle, but his confidence and calm seemed to be deeply affected by my depths. <br><br> I nodded and bit my lower lip, teasing him as I stared into his eyes and watched him beat into me. My hand clutched at his sheets for purchase, the other one reaching up to grasp at the back of his neck, pulling him at me. <br><br> He lurched and grunted, making my <<if $CC.braless == true>>unbound breasts<<else>>supported tits<</if>> shake and shudder under my shirt. His pants were around his ankles. I was still mostly clothed, but he was rutting against my ass hard as he showed me exactly how he and his wife didn't have sex with each other. <br><br> My hand pulled hard at the back of his neck. I was cumming. A deep, intense explosion inside me as all of my muscles tensed and released. He was huffing right in my ear. He was cumming too, but my release had hidden the pumping of his member from me. It was only once my long and deeply gratifying orgasm drew away that I felt the last few throbs of his cock, shrinking inside me. We had cum together. <br><br> "Wow." I giggled. <br><br> He smiled and gave a little tug at my earlobe with his teeth, "Yeah. My thoughts exactly." He reached over to his side table and handed me a wad of tissues. It was too casual for this to have been a first time. I felt a pang inside me as I realized I had wanted this to have been the first time, as vain as that might have been. <br><br> We dismounted and disentangled ourselves from each other and he gave me a smack on my reddened cheeks, shoving me towards his bathroom to finish cleaning off and out. <br><br> A few minutes later we were talking about the uptick in Darcy's grades and Delvin's college applications as if nothing had happened. I //was// walking a bit awkwardly as we made our way back down the stairs. <br><br> "Oh, there you are." Debbie was calling from the kitchen. <br><br> He laughed, "There //you// are." I don't think I could have been redder. The entire Redding household was getting ready for dinner and watching me come downstairs with their patriarch. "You can't keep leaving <<print $CC.name>> in the lurch for hours, dear." <br><br> "Seems like I //should//." I couldn't make eye contact with anyone. I didn't dare see how the kids were looking at me. I grabbed my things and left. <br><br> Debbie did apologize. I did get paid for the extra hours. But she didn't change how long she made me wait and Ned came home a bit earlier, actually showing up now, but I knew why. I was a marital balm for them. <br><br> Delvin was //not// happy. He wouldn't speak to me except when his parents were around and insisted. <br><br> Darcy didn't seem to care, which said to me more than anything she could have told me. <br><br> It was far less embarassing from that point on, but still was difficult for me to be as casual and 'poly' as they seemed cool to be. <br><br><br> Far from what I expected from the [[Reddings|UN004 - Professor]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Ned Redding">> <br><br> And that was how I lost my virginity. <<else>> <<addBody "Ned Redding" M "Ned Redding, who fucked the babysitter">> <</if>> <<else>> I wasn't sure what to do, feeling him thrusting inside me in a way that confused my sexual instincts. Part of me was trying to squeeze and please his invader but I knew I was doing it wrong -- with the other part of me. Still he seemed quite content, looking down at me with his kind but aroused gaze. Giving in to my lack of experience, I took it best I could, feeling how he drove into my guts quite literally. <br><br> I tried to tease him, biting my lower lip as I stared up at him and watched him beating into me. My hand clutched at his sheets for purchase, the other one grasping at the back of his neck, pulling him down at me, narrowing the distance between our eyes. <br><br> He lurched and grunted, making my <<if $CC.braless == true>>unbound breasts<<else>>supported tits<</if>> shake and shudder under my shirt. His pants were around his ankles. I was still mostly clothed, but he was rutting against my ass hard as he showed me exactly how he and his wife didn't have sex with each other. <br><br> Then came his release alongside a last few solid hits against my ass. I pulled him in, trying to kiss him as I felt his rigidity intensify inside me and the heat exploding inside my rectum. I coyly played with his lips as I felt him emptying himself inside me, his focus there and not with my mouth. <br><br> And then he was done, leaning up and giving my earlobe a little tug with his teeth. He reached over to his side table and handed me a wad of tissues. It was too casual for this to have been a first time. I felt a pang inside me as I realized I had wanted this to have been the first time, as vain as that might have been. <br><br> We dismounted and disentangled ourselves from each other and he gave me a smack on my reddened cheeks, shoving me towards his bathroom to finish cleaning off and out. <br><br> A few minutes later we were talking about the uptick in Darcy's grades and Delvin's college applications as if nothing had happened. I //was// walking a bit awkwardly as we made our way back down the stairs. <br><br> "Oh, there you are." Debbie was calling from the kitchen. <br><br> He laughed, "There //you// are." I don't think I could have been redder. The entire Redding household was getting ready for dinner and watching me come downstairs with their patriarch. "You can't keep leaving <<print $CC.name>> in the lurch for hours, dear." <br><br> "Seems like I //should//." I couldn't make eye contact with anyone. I didn't dare see how the kids were looking at me. I grabbed my things and left. <br><br> Debbie did apologize. I did get paid for the extra hours. But she didn't change how long she made me wait and Ned came home a bit earlier, actually showing up now, but I knew why. I was a marital balm for them. <br><br> Delvin was //not// happy. He wouldn't speak to me except when his parents were around and insisted. <br><br> Darcy didn't seem to care, which said to me more than anything she could have told me. <br><br> It was far less embarassing from that point on, but still was difficult for me to be as casual and 'poly' as they seemed cool to be. <br><br><br> Far from what I expected from the [[Reddings|UN004 - Professor]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Ned Redding">> <br><br> And that was how I lost my virginity. <<else>> <<addBody "Ned Redding" M "Ned Redding, who fucked the babysitter">> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> I pressed into his mouth, found myself cooing as I melted into the kiss. It was so passionate and pleasant. It was also because he was rubbing at my pussy in a way that spoke to years of experience. I was practically shuddering from the moment he made contact. And I was //wet//. The contact between our mouths and tongues kept being broken my surprised gasps as my body reacted to his fingering. And then I came. That was ''fast''. My legs were kicking and shaking as I went off. <br><br> He ignored my squirming, his fingers dug in around my hipbones and turned me suddenly, firmly. I was back on the bed and twisted to the side, legs hanging off -- shaking still -- to one side of the bed as he opened his pants with one hand before I had calmed down, his cock was wedging between my ass cheeks -- I barely got my hand onto his stomach, pushing back as he pressed forward. <br><br> "N-nedddd..." It came between gritted teeth and then I gasped again, this time sharp and broken as his meat entered me and sunk up inside my ass. I felt him throbbing hard inside me as he leaned back down to continue kissing me as he hilted himself inside my anus. Me on my side made my hips and his stomach fight against each other and prevent an easy, full insertion, but he tried anyway. And my body began to buck as he thrust against me. <br><br> I felt the burn and the pull at the out-bound ring between my legs, the stuffing that made my body feel full and then 'released' in a very different way than typically when I was getting fucked. I felt the weight of my shoes pulling my feet down slightly as my legs hung off to the side and swayed with his large body ramming inside me. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Anal")>> I knew how to squeeze in time with his thrusting and he had to break contact with my mouth as he reacted to it. His gaze immediately turned from his kind but aroused to a deep, surprised and very pleased intensity. His hands grabbed tight around my waist and he began to slam against me roughly. The tension at the corner of his eyes spoke to the concentration and trying to not unload too quickly. "N-not your f-first time this way, huh?" I think he was trying to chuckle, but his confidence and calm seemed to be deeply affected by my depths. <br><br> I nodded and bit my lower lip, teasing him as I stared into his eyes and watched him beat into me. My hand clutched at his sheets for purchase, the other one reaching up to grasp at the back of his neck, pulling him at me. <br><br> He lurched and grunted, making my <<if $CC.braless == true>>unbound breasts<<else>>supported tits<</if>> shake and shudder under my shirt. His pants were around his ankles. I was still mostly clothed, but he was rutting against my ass hard as he showed me exactly how he and his wife didn't have sex with each other. <br><br> My hand pulled hard at the back of his neck. I was cumming. A deep, intense explosion inside me as all of my muscles tensed and released. He was huffing right in my ear. He was cumming too, but my release had hidden the pumping of his member from me. It was only once my long and deeply gratifying orgasm drew away that I felt the last few throbs of his cock, shrinking inside me. We had cum together. <br><br> "Wow." I giggled. <br><br> He smiled and gave a little tug at my earlobe with his teeth, "Yeah. My thoughts exactly." He reached over to his side table and handed me a wad of tissues. It was too casual for this to have been a first time. I felt a pang inside me as I realized I had wanted this to have been the first time, as vain as that might have been. <br><br> We dismounted and disentangled ourselves from each other and he gave me a smack on my reddened cheeks, shoving me towards his bathroom to finish cleaning off and out. <br><br> A few minutes later we were talking about the uptick in Darcy's grades and Delvin's college applications as if nothing had happened. I //was// walking a bit awkwardly as we made our way back down the stairs. <br><br> "Oh, there you are." Debbie was calling from the kitchen. <br><br> He laughed, "There //you// are." I don't think I could have been redder. The entire Redding household was getting ready for dinner and watching me come downstairs with their patriarch. "You can't keep leaving <<print $CC.name>> in the lurch for hours, dear." <br><br> "Seems like I //should//." I couldn't make eye contact with anyone. I didn't dare see how the kids were looking at me. I grabbed my things and left. <br><br> Debbie did apologize. I did get paid for the extra hours. But she didn't change how long she made me wait and Ned came home a bit earlier, actually showing up now, but I knew why. I was a marital balm for them. <br><br> Delvin was //not// happy. He wouldn't speak to me except when his parents were around and insisted. <br><br> Darcy didn't seem to care, which said to me more than anything she could have told me. <br><br> It was far less embarassing from that point on, but still was difficult for me to be as casual and 'poly' as they seemed cool to be. <br><br><br> Far from what I expected from the [[Reddings|UN004 - Professor]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Ned Redding">> <br><br> And that was how I lost my virginity. <<else>> <<addBody "Ned Redding" M "Ned Redding, who fucked the babysitter">> <</if>> <<else>> I wasn't sure what to do, feeling him thrusting inside me in a way that confused my sexual instincts. Part of me was trying to squeeze and please his invader but I knew I was doing it wrong -- with the other part of me. Still he seemed quite content, looking down at me with his kind but aroused gaze. Giving in to my lack of experience, I took it best I could, feeling how he drove into my guts quite literally. <br><br> I tried to tease him, biting my lower lip as I stared up at him and watched him beating into me. My hand clutched at his sheets for purchase, the other one grasping at the back of his neck, pulling him down at me, narrowing the distance between our eyes. <br><br> He lurched and grunted, making my <<if $CC.braless == true>>unbound breasts<<else>>supported tits<</if>> shake and shudder under my shirt. His pants were around his ankles. I was still mostly clothed, but he was rutting against my ass hard as he showed me exactly how he and his wife didn't have sex with each other. <br><br> Then came his release alongside a last few solid hits against my ass. I pulled him in, trying to kiss him as I felt his rigidity intensify inside me and the heat exploding inside my rectum. I coyly played with his lips as I felt him emptying himself inside me, his focus there and not with my mouth. <br><br> And then he was done, leaning up and giving my earlobe a little tug with his teeth. He reached over to his side table and handed me a wad of tissues. It was too casual for this to have been a first time. I felt a pang inside me as I realized I had wanted this to have been the first time, as vain as that might have been. <br><br> We dismounted and disentangled ourselves from each other and he gave me a smack on my reddened cheeks, shoving me towards his bathroom to finish cleaning off and out. <br><br> A few minutes later we were talking about the uptick in Darcy's grades and Delvin's college applications as if nothing had happened. I //was// walking a bit awkwardly as we made our way back down the stairs. <br><br> "Oh, there you are." Debbie was calling from the kitchen. <br><br> He laughed, "There //you// are." I don't think I could have been redder. The entire Redding household was getting ready for dinner and watching me come downstairs with their patriarch. "You can't keep leaving <<print $CC.name>> in the lurch for hours, dear." <br><br> "Seems like I //should//." I couldn't make eye contact with anyone. I didn't dare see how the kids were looking at me. I grabbed my things and left. <br><br> Debbie did apologize. I did get paid for the extra hours. But she didn't change how long she made me wait and Ned came home a bit earlier, actually showing up now, but I knew why. I was a marital balm for them. <br><br> Delvin was //not// happy. He wouldn't speak to me except when his parents were around and insisted. <br><br> Darcy didn't seem to care, which said to me more than anything she could have told me. <br><br> It was far less embarassing from that point on, but still was difficult for me to be as casual and 'poly' as they seemed cool to be. <br><br><br> Far from what I expected from the [[Reddings|UN004 - Professor]]. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Ned Redding">> <br><br> And that was how I lost my virginity. <<else>> <<addBody "Ned Redding" M "Ned Redding, who fucked the babysitter">> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<path>> Or nah? <<contents>> <br><br> I took another step towards the door, "Oh. Uh, yeah, great." Whether it was intended or not, I wasn't going to risk being the fool, or risk that kind of entanglement, "All improvements. Deb never loops you in?" The money sounded like it was promised in either event. And that was good enough for me. <br><br> "Heh. You could say that. Okay. Alright. See ya, <<print $CC.name>>." He waved a final time, I returned it and then I was gone. <br><br> As I made my way back to campus I tried to push from my mind that cliche possibility that had been there in front of me for a fleeting moment. <br><br><br> I never saw him much, just an occasional coming or going, but I did get paid and an apology from Deb -- all I got from //Ned// ever [[again|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <<path>> Or nah? <<contents>> "Oh, uh nah. Not really." I shook my head and smiled. He nodded, eyes downcast and hands on his hips as he watched me collect myself and head to the door. <br><br> "Well, nice seeing you all the same." <br><br> "Yeah, you too." <br><br> Halfway out, "Oh, and how are they doing?" He smiled, making another hand motion, this time up the stairs. I stopped. This was the first time he had expressed interest. <br><br> "Oh. Uh, yeah, great. All improvements. Deb never loops you in?" <br><br> "Heh. You could say that. Alright. See ya, <<print $CC.name>>." He waved a final time, I returned it and then I was gone. <br><br> As I made my way back to campus I started to think if he was trying to come up with excuses to keep me around or if he had just been actually interested. <br><br><br> I never saw him much, just an occasional coming or going, but that was about all from //Ned// ever [[again|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> </div><<nobr>> <<if $UN.rush == false>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<outfit GDI>> I watched the others go through the whole process: dolling themselves up to hide the exhaustion as they tried to balance their school work, social lives and the jostling for position at the houses. I had deep sympathy, but also a bit of schadenfreude. It wasn't me. Every day when I woke feeling rested, could throw on my sweats and a t-shirt and just roll out to class or the dining hall? Magic. <br><br> It pained me seeing them slinking back after rejection, and surprisingly more so when their joy boiled over when they got a Bid. Little lemmings. While there were only rumors of hazing, we all knew when it happened. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> was out all day and crawled in the next morning. She hid her body, didn't say much and I heard her crying through the night. They had all been pushed over that cliff and crashed on the rocks below. But they had their greek letters! <br><br><br> I got her a cupcake with KKG in frosting. I think we were both shocked when she saw it and immediately blew chunks into the waste bin. She apologized afterwards, but our room smelled like vomit for a week. It wasn't me though. <br><br> Saw less of her and most of the pledges as they were drawn into the fold. The room was emptier, but it gave me space for schoolwork and making other friends. <br><br> There was a simpatico with other Gamma Delta Iotas, an unneeded superiority, but I was thankful for the easy bond. <br><br> And then? It was all over. The whole process behind us. Some people had their chicken coop to go off to. Others stayed in the dorms. Some floated like butterflies between the two. <br><br> I had tits and a place between my legs, so while I watched the GDI boys kvetch over not being able to get into parties and whimpering to try and be a plus one with me, I got into anything I wanted to. So, I ask again: what was the advantage to rushing? <br><br><br> After a year or so, even the letters were essentially [[meaningless|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> <<if $UN.greek == "DDD">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value += 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <<outfit DDD>> "Try Delt, everyone else has..." more like, "everyone else //wishes//." It was good to be the queen(s) of campus. Any party: we were invited. We were catered to by frats and social groups alike to try and earn our favor and presence. Any activity: they wanted us as members. Tri-Delta was an elite club like none other. <br><br> The girls were sweet and kind and certainly far more reserved than some of the epithets made them out to be. Most were daddy's girls or soon-to-be arm candy with their beaux from high school. Everyone was blonde. Almost everyone was white. And even I began to get a 'valley' affect to the way I spoke -- being around those kinds of girls rubs off on you. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had gotten into KKG and we were like ships passing in the night. No ill-will or pretention between us, we'd always have each other, but now we had our houses and sisters and our dorm room remained essentially vacant. <br><br> Our 'purpose' as a sorority went beyond the social status (ostensibly): we were a fundraising organization and a place for women to be better women. And we were one of the best (of course). St. Jude's had an entire building wing named after us because of our philanthropy. And one of our most notable events was the Delta House of Pancakes. <br><br> "StΔcks on StΔcks on StΔcks." Flapjacks for cold hard cash. <div id="pancake"> <br><br> My contribution: <<crossroads #pancake>> <<path>> Bringin' in the crowds. <<contents>> <br><br> I spent the weeks ahead of the event on the quad and in the dining hall, looking pretty and making sure to be available to any and everyone. It was dollars in the door, not my pride that mattered. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 10>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<run $CC.memories.push("Tri Delta President")>> A quick look around, leaning forward and a whisper, "You didn't //blow// anyone for this, right?" I laughed, uncomfortably, cheeks reddening at the implication. A quick shake of my head and a proper refusal set them straight. "Okay, good." <br><br> Still, my ticket sales were lauded long after I brought them in, and I think they were what launched me into being house President my senior year! <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 7>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> "All //right//, <<print $CC.name>>." Their heads nodded as I dropped off a fat wad of cash, "We knew you were cut from the right kind of cloth." I hadn't realized at the time, but it mattered more than I thought. By the end of college, I was an officer in the house! <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 4>> "We thought people //liked// you." Came the response, looking down their nose at me, when I dropped off my sales. And then I was brushed away and relegated to clean up duty. <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->> The girls were //massively// disappointed in me. I couldn't pull in tickets for the life of me and they made me eat the comparable cost of what the other girls brought in. I was eating ramen for weeks. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -= 3>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> I wasn't __truly__ a Delta Delta Delta, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. So they made it eminently clear that I was not ''their'' preference. Sidelined, uninvited, ignored. They were catty as all fuck and it hurt not only my self-confidence, but my social prospects throughout school. At least I had the shirt, [[though|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]? <<else>> Delta Delta Delta, can I helpya, helpya, helpya? Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <<path>> Gettin' sticky serving. <<contents>> <br><br> It was a ''madhouse'' on the day. Despite having a massive house, the line of ticket holders and ticket buyers still stretched around the block. I had my roller skates on with how I was hustling -- glad I had decided on the shorts and DDD T-shirt rather than something 'nice'. <br><br> My hands were covered in syrup, my body greased by melted butter. And the house was full of bodies. It was hot. I was running. <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 3>> I was feeling a bit light headed, but I was able to catch myself before making an unceremonious fall that would have made the morning a 'breakfast and a show'. I kept my cool and footing, speed-demoning my way around the house, serving fried batter. <<else>> And it got to be a bit too much. A little light-headed, a missed step and I skidded right into the lap of a guy on his third helping. It was a soft landing, thankfully and he seemed to appreciate it, "Oh. I didn't know this was part of the ticket price. Woulda bought some more!" Embarrassed I scrambled off and moved a bit slower the rest of the day. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -= 3>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> I wasn't __truly__ a Delta Delta Delta, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. So they made it eminently clear that I was not ''their'' preference. Sidelined, uninvited, ignored. They were catty as all fuck and it hurt not only my self-confidence, but my social prospects throughout school. At least I had the shirt, [[though|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]? <<else>> Delta Delta Delta, can I helpya, helpya, helpya? Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <<path>> Cookin' in the kitchen. <<contents>> <br><br> How many of these was I going to have to //make//?! We had a chef's kitchen, given the number of women that resided in the house, but it wasn't designed for assembly-line feeding for what felt like an army. The servers kept coming in, demanding more pancakes and I was frying them as fast as I could. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> I couldn't take the heat of the kitchen. It was too much, moving that fast, feeling that __sweaty__. I was in an /* TODO: CLOTHES (Needed): Apron */ <<link "apron">><<upper>><<lower>><</link>> within an hour and while I was admonished by some of the girls and the house mother, they were equally uncomfortable and probably jealous at my willingness to just strip down. <<else>> Whew buddy, I was sweating bullets. My shirt stuck to me and by the end of the day felt plastered against my skin. Every few minutes over the sweltering stove I considered tearing my clothes off. If I had been alone, maybe. If I weren't concerned what these people would think of me, //possibly//. But no, I'd just have to grin and bear it. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -= 3>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> I wasn't __truly__ a Delta Delta Delta, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. So they made it eminently clear that I was not ''their'' preference. Sidelined, uninvited, ignored. They were catty as all fuck and it hurt not only my self-confidence, but my social prospects throughout school. At least I had the shirt, [[though|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]? <<else>> Delta Delta Delta, can I helpya, helpya, helpya? Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.greek == "KD">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <<set $HS.addictionLv ++>> <<outfit KD>> We were known to be the party girls. A frat throwing a party? We were invited. Any party at all happening? If a KD showed up, you knew it was going to be a fun time. We weren't royalty except when it came to having a good time. And we had a fucking //great// time. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had gotten into KKG and we were like ships passing in the night. No ill-will or pretention between us, we'd always have each other, but now we had our houses and sisters and our dorm room remained essentially vacant. <br><br> The girls were down-to-earth and chill, not interested in the usual bullshit that the other sororities did. The house always had alcohol in it and there was usually weed and cocaine to be had. And despite the Greek institution typically being involved with philanthropy of time and or money, we got away without any. I don't know how they managed it, but there weren't any fundraisers and if we were throwing an event it was because it'd be fun. <br><br> <div id ="hookup"> Instead, our social clout and status was because we //were// the party girls. And with the fraternities being in flux as members came and went with each graduation, we had to ingratiate ourselves with them. <br><br> /* TODO crossroads */ My contribution: <<crossroads #hookup>> <<path>> Coming up with entertainment. <<contents>> <br> We had to throw parties and our parties had to draw the guys. The best way to do that was with ourselves. They could get alcohol and drugs on their own, but they couldn't get a show like we could and would throw. I threw out the idea of turning the Cell Block Tango -- already a sexy song -- into something far more seductive. The girls liked the idea and settled on a 'Felons and Conjugal Visits' Theme that would fit with the idea. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 10>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<run $CC.memories.push("Kappa Delta President")>> I and the other pledges put our bodies on the line, taking the choreography from the movie and kicking it up a notch. By the end of our show, we'd be absolutely, fucking, naked. I didn't think that there'd been a literal strip show done before, so my first year, we'd knock their pants off. Literally. <br><br> And they ate it up. At first they just enjoyed pretty girls being on stage and wearing bodycon clothes, and then...the clothes started to come off. They lost their shit. I could tell most of them wanted to be whipping it out right there as our hands grabbed at our freed tits, felt the cleft between our legs and eyefucked the shit out of our audience. <br><br> I honestly think that this show not only made a name for the house, but launched me into being KD President my senior year! <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 7>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> I and the other pledges put our bodies on the line, taking the choreography from the movie and kicking it up a notch. I didn't think there'd been a literal strip show done before and while we wouldn't end up naked, we'd surprise them with what we were going to show. <br><br> And they ate it up. At first they just enjoyed pretty girls being on stage and wearing bodycon clothes, and then...the clothes started to come off. They lost their shit. I could tell most of them wanted to be whipping it out right there as we played at masturbating on stage in just underwear and eyefucked the shit out of our audience. <br><br> It definitely got a buzz around the new girls at KD, which might have been a reason that I was an officer in the house by the time I was a senior! <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4>> I and the other pledges put our bodies on the line, taking the choreography from the movie and kicking it up a notch. We'd bring out some sex toys and take the choreo to a hotter place. A less broadway and more club vibe. <br><br> And they ate it up. At first they just enjoyed pretty girls being on stage and wearing bodycon clothes, and then...they were laughing their heads off, enjoying the sexuality we were exuding. <br><br> It didn't break the mold, but it worked and I got a thumbs up from the girls for my idea. <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->> I and the other pledges put our bodies on the line, taking the choreography from the movie and kicking it up a notch: stay in the outfits throughout the party. <br><br> The guys liked it, I mean, pretty girls wearing bodycon clothing on stage and walking amongst them. But it wasn't any hotter or more interesting than a typical party. I received more than a few disappointed reactions from the leaders of the sorority -- they had expected more out of me. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> I wasn't __truly__ a Kay Dee, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. So they made it eminently clear that I was not ''their'' preference. They weren't catty or backstabbing. They were a bitch to my face. But they got over it eventually, it was too much effort and probably forgot about it thanks to alcohol killing brain cells. Still, I had the [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> Live Young, Wild & KD. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <<path>> Being an ambassador to our brothers. <<contents>> <<set $Sorslut = true>> <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <</if>> <br> I could feel the smiles and understanding in the air when I showed up at the Frats. I was told not to go during parties, but during off-hours. And I'd spend time with the President or an officer in their room, showing what KD had to offer. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <</if>> Sex was usually a good enough motivator, but I heard back from the girls that they were super excited that //I// had been KD's ambassador. The girls would never admit it, but I knew that was because of how hot I was. Easily one of the hottest at school, and by putting out for them, they had one of the best experiences of their lives. <<else>> Sex was usually a good enough motivator and I heard back from the girls that the guys were appreciative getting to know me. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> I wasn't __truly__ a Kay Dee, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. So they made it eminently clear that I was not ''their'' preference. They weren't catty or backstabbing. They were a bitch to my face. But they got over it eventually, it was too much effort and probably forgot about it thanks to alcohol killing brain cells. Still, I had the [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> Live Young, Wild & KD. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <<path>> Getting ''access'' for my sisters. <<contents>> <<set $Sorslut = true>> <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <</if>> <br> So I went out to the hot clubs around town to make sure we had a zero wait time, and I met with our dealers to stay the first on the distribution list. I hung out with the club owners and bouncers and headed to the sketchy apartments and houses where the dealers handled their business. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <</if>> Sex was usually a good enough motivator, but when I showed up at the club, there was extra attention and kindness shown to me. A free bottle here, a turn up as DJ there, and backstage access to any show. Didn't hurt to be as hot as I was and though it came through sex, I gained more than the other girls did. <<else>> Sex was usually a good enough motivator and I heard back from the girls that the guys were appreciative getting to know me. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> I wasn't __truly__ a Kay Dee, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. So they made it eminently clear that I was not ''their'' preference. They weren't catty or backstabbing. They were a bitch to my face. But they got over it eventually, it was too much effort and probably forgot about it thanks to alcohol killing brain cells. Still, I had the [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> Live Young, Wild & KD. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.greek == "ADP">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<outfit ADP>> We were known to be the girls you wanted to marry. The girls of poise and culture. High achievers and smart girls. We were a //true// sorority whereas the others were just a group of girls that got together to party or feel like they had friends. We were bonded deeply, a real sisterhood that -- as the stories went -- looked out for each other well past graduation. They would be my best friends, my Bridesmaids, and at my side through thick and thin. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had gotten into KKG and we were like ships passing in the night. No ill-will or pretention between us, we'd always have each other, but now we had our houses and sisters and our dorm room remained essentially vacant. <br><br> Sure, we threw parties, but that was to be accepted and included. We couldn't be the weird girls. We left that to DZ and the GDI idiots. We had to abide by the Greek culture, no matter how distasteful it was. But what we really focused on was our yearly Retreat. <br><br> We would leave campus during a long weekend. Leave the schoolwork and the boys behind and gather at a little cabin that had been ADPi's hearth and home for -- if you believed the stories -- time immemorial. <br><br> It was our __thing__. ''Our'' secret. To me... <div id="retreat"> <<crossroads #retreat>> <<path>> I thought it was dumb. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 10>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <br><br> How did they not realize? Somehow they were squealing with delight when I chimed in, hugging me tight as we sat around the fire and talked about our desires -- well, they did. I just scrolled on my phone. There were other girls that seemed far more into the whole retreat thing more than I was and they got kicked out of the sorority. Welp. Sucks to be them. Or...sucks to be me? <br><br> Crazy enough, they really thought I was passionate about the chapter and elected me an officer my senior year. Weird. <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -= 2>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> I wasn't __truly__ a Ay Dee Pi, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. So they made it eminently clear that I was not ''their'' preference. They were cold and calculated and by my second year I knew not to show up to the house or wear their colors. Still, I had the [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> Individually unique, together complete. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -= 2>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $UN.GDI = true>> <br><br> And they knew. Every single one of them thought of me as their Black Sheep. I was [[drummed out|UN004 - Extracurriculars]] through some loophole in their charter after my first year. Eh, they were too cliquey for me anyway. <</if>> <<path>> I loved it. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 4>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $CC.memories.push('ADPi President')>> <br><br> Trust falls. Slumber parties. Divulging our deepest secrets to each other so that we all had dirt on each other -- a bond of blood. Give. Me. More. I squeezed them tight. I loved their smiles. I loved how we would kill for each other. And I mean that literally, I bet there have been instances of at //least// assisted manslaughter in our history. And we'd know. We know everything about each other. <br><br> My passion for us was recognized my senior year as I was elected ADPi Chapter President! <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -= 2>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> I wasn't __truly__ a Ay Dee Pi, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. So they made it eminently clear that I was not ''their'' preference. They were cold and calculated and by my second year I knew not to show up to the house or wear their colors. Still, I had the [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> Individually unique, together complete. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -= 2>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $UN.GDI = true>> The girls didn't seem to jive with my enthusiasm though. They felt it was fake, which made me cry every night of the retreat, clutching the pillow to my face. Somehow, we didn't click and it was a very lonely experience. And then they kicked me out. I don't understand how they were able to do it, but I was [[no longer|UN004 - Extracurriculars]] in the sorority after my Sophomore year. <</if>> <<path>> It was...fine? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 7>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <br><br> And I was able to toe the line close enough to not get black-balled. They had no qualms about drumming anyone out who didn't fit their bill. I never heard of other sororities kicking someone out after they had pledged -- it would have been a mark on the girls for having accepted her in the first place. But not ADPi. They were cut throat. They were serious. And I was able to keep my head down. <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -= 2>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> I wasn't __truly__ a Ay Dee Pi, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. So they made it eminently clear that I was not ''their'' preference. They were cold and calculated and by my second year I knew not to show up to the house or wear their colors. Still, I had the [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> Individually unique, together complete. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -= 2>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $UN.GDI = true>> <br><br> I think I wore my heart on my sleeve a bit too much. They didn't like when I offered different ideas to their trust falls and slumber parties. They didn't like that I was on my phone. And my lack in buy in meant I was kicked out through some loophole in the charter. My sorority experience [[cut short|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.greek == "KKG">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <<set $HS.addictionLv ++>> <<outfit KKG>> We were the party girls who weren't sluts. Leave that to Kay Dee. We just knew how to have a great time and we Kappas had a tolerance that competed with most of the guys. Whereas the other houses focused on school, philanthropy or silly notions of sisterhood, we came to college for fun so we had fun. And we didn't need to whore ourselves out to have a good party. In fact, by not being easy pussy for the frat boys, it seemed to be that we were more of a get. They //wanted// it more. Which meant we were a commodity. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had gotten into ADPi and we were like ships passing in the night. I knew this was the house that she really wanted, but it turned out that the girls of Kappa weren't okay with having two pledges from the same room. I wasn't about to let her know that I was chosen over her. That meant no ill-will or pretention between us, we'd always have each other, but now we had our houses and sisters and our dorm room remained essentially vacant. <br><br> During football season, there was a tailgating party on every fraternity lawn. We were the only girls that threw down like the best of them. <br><br> When we broke out the Solo cups, I preferred to... <br><br> /* TODO: crossroads */ <div id = "tailgate"> Crush the boys at <<link "quarters">><<replace "#tailgate">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 4>> I didn't need to flash any cleavage or rely on acting like a ditzy chick. My bounces were on point. I could be in the midst of conversation, hardly paying attention and my quarter would sink right into the foam. Guys were stunned. I wished the game afterward was Quarters or the Beerlympics or something, rather than a stupid football game. I could probably be an Olympic Quarters champ. Which was a mixed bag -- meant I had to drink on my own to get a buzz. <br><br> I think the girls really liked the fact that I destroyed these guys. There'd be plans and training to try and take me down. And they thanked me, in their way, by electing me a class officer my senior year. Though it should have been Quarters Master rather than the title they gave me. <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> My aim wasn't the best, but I knew to wear some shorts that let my ass hang out, shirts with deep cleavage and I played up being a dumb girl. I wouldn't necessarily hit my shots, but I made sure the guys were more interested in me than the other openings on the table. Call it a draw between my wins and losses, but that meant I had an excuse to get drunk each time they sunk it or I missed. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> I wasn't __truly__ a Kay Kay Gee, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. And it was weird, I knew that they cared, but I couldn't give you examples. But I felt the ripples. Guys knew I was persona non grata and the girls knew exactly how to invite me when it was incredibly difficult or even impossible to join. Still, I had the [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> We didn't invent fun. We perfected it. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <br> Hang out on the porch and just <<link "get trashed">><<replace "#tailgate">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value -->> <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 2>> <<set $CC.memories.push("Kappa Gamma President")>> My tolerance was legendary. I'd play Edward 40-hands and leave the Sigma Nu's passed out in my wake. I'd always have a drink in my hand and people always asked if I was drinking water. Fuck that, I didn't even use a mixer. My liver probably would shut down in ten years, but for now, I was the Queen of campus. <br><br> And my girls recognized my game. My senior year they elected me Chapter President! <<else>> <<set $Sorslut = true>> I wanted to hang, but my body couldn't pack away the alcohol like the rest of them. Especially the guys that practically survived off Natty Ice. I rarely made it to the game, or at least don't remember a single one of them. And...other downside of drinking harder than I should: I usually ended up in someone's bed after I had blacked out. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> I wasn't __truly__ a Kay Kay Gee, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. And it was weird, I knew that they cared, but I couldn't give you examples. But I felt the ripples. Guys knew I was persona non grata and the girls knew exactly how to invite me when it was incredibly difficult or even impossible to join. Still, I had the [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> We didn't invent fun. We perfected it. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <br> Get <<link "pumped up">><<replace "#tailgate">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 3>> I was like a cheerleader before we got to the game. I wore our colors, I organized games of cornhole on the lawn and threw around the ball with the guys. And then when we got to the game, I was always on the monitor. Sometimes I had to lower my standards and use the Kiss Cam as my way up there, but it was a tradition that my hot ass showed up for everyone to see: cheering, screaming. I was our mascot. For our school and my house -- thanks to me, KKG was //the// school spirit chapter. <<else>> People mostly rolled their eyes at me. The guys enjoyed the colors and outfits I wore. They loved my enthusiasm and that I'd be up in the stands with them at every game, but I was mostly ignored by my girls. They saw me as over-eager and annoying. I needed to slow my roll, take a chill pill, but I //couldn't//. It was just my nature. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> I wasn't __truly__ a Kay Kay Gee, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. And it was weird, I knew that they cared, but I couldn't give you examples. But I felt the ripples. Guys knew I was persona non grata and the girls knew exactly how to invite me when it was incredibly difficult or even impossible to join. Still, I had the [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> We didn't invent fun. We perfected it. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> for the game! </div> <<elseif $UN.greek == "DZ">> <<set $UN.test ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<outfit DZ>> Others viewed us as the weird girls, the dorks, the 'bookish' sorority. And we were the youngest, newest and most inclusive. But we wore that like a badge of honor. We had the greatest diversity, highest GPA -- and the kindest. Sure, people derided us even to our faces, but we focused our energies on the more important things: philanthropy, school issues, student life, and preparing ourselves for the world. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had gotten into KKG and we were like ships passing in the night. No ill-will or pretention between us, we'd always have each other, but now we had our houses and sisters and our dorm room remained essentially vacant. <br><br> Like <<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>> before me, I joined the Student Advisory Committee to bring about change on campus. <br><br> <div id="SAC"> My hot-button issue. My passion? <br><br> <<link "Administrative">><<replace "#SAC">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> Where did the tuition go? Not to teachers. Definitely not our housing. Doubtful much went to scholarships. We needed to cut spending to wasteful sports programs and overpaid administrators. I'd be fighting the very institution that I was attending, but it was a necessary cause. We had the right to know where the dollars were going. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $CC.wealth + $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 11>> <<set $UN.test -->> It was the toughest slog of my life and hurt my ability to focus on my schoolwork, but I was able to find champions within the administration that were able to 'find ways' to get me the information I needed. And then there were journalists more than willing to interview me and see what I had uncovered. Our headmaster was fired. The PR was 'mea culpa.' And things changed. A little. They made some room for transparency for projects and earmarking spending, but they retained the curtain around their precious sports programs. They wouldn't talk about it and wouldn't budge. But it felt like in about five or so years, students and teachers would have a better experience. It would be less a business and more of a school. <<else>> <<set $UN.test -= 3>> It was the toughest slog of my life and hurt my ability to focus on my schoolwork. I couldn't find any champions within the administration to get me information -- I was stalled and blocked. I found my grades suddenly suffering worse than my testing showed. They were trying to punish me and they were doing a good job. Journalists wanted to talk to me but I had nothing to give them. It was an ancient organization built upon self-preservation and it proved itself stronger than me and my ability to even make a chip in the stone. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> I wasn't __truly__ a Dee Zee, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. They were up-front about it and pulled me in for a discussion with the sorority leaders on my very first day. I did my penance and slowly, but surely, I was brought into the fold and all sins forgiven. Anyway, I had the [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> Be you. Be confident. Be ΔZ. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> Transparency. <br> <<link "Greek">><<replace "#SAC">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -= 2>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> Our Greek Row was too calcified. Hazing too pervasive. Date rape a daily occurrence. I knew that bringing the hammer down on the 'brotherhoods' and 'sisterhoods' would be the most important thing we could have done. And that DZ would be unhurt and emblematic of what a Greek institution should be. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $CC.wealth + $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 9>> <<set $CC.memories.push("Delta Zeta President")>> Houses like Sigma Nu and Phi Delt were kicked off campus and lost their charter. Instead of hearing that kids were thrown down stairs or beaten with golf clubs, it became more of a rumor. And a rumor was now dangerous. There were investigations and the 'scummier' sororities like KD and KKG cleaned up their act some. I was not well-liked and DZ took a hit across the board, but things changed. Things were safer. I had made a positive mark. <br><br> When I was elected DZ Chapter President my senior year, I was floored, but it was a capstone and proof of all the work I had done. <<else>> I received death threats. A pig's head was left on DZ's lawn. My things were stolen and vandalized. I was ostracized and I never felt safe at night. I couldn't go to parties the same way and had to start viewing all men as a danger to my well-being, simply from a safety perspective. <br><br> Nothing changed. I was naive, I guess. Or just not the right champion. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> I wasn't __truly__ a Dee Zee, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. They were up-front about it and pulled me in for a discussion with the sorority leaders on my very first day. I did my penance and slowly, but surely, I was brought into the fold and all sins forgiven. Anyway, I had the [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> Be you. Be confident. Be ΔZ. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> Regulations. <br> <<link "Anti-Discrimination">><<replace "#SAC">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> Our school was too white. Too permissive of the behavior of privilege. I made it my mission to bring about change and inclusiveness across the entire student body. Fighting the patriarchy and racism? Not an easy thing. A battle that's been fought for generations. But it //needed// champions. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 6>> <<set $HS.media ++>> By the end of my four years, I had garnered a following online that was double-edged. Our administration not only pledged, but actually expelled students that should have been brought up on criminal charges, and the social strata and colors of people attending the school shifted for the better. On the other hand, I had death threats and was called a cunt. Everything had a price and I'd pay it if it benefitted the many. <br><br> And my sisters respected the fight. I was elected a chapter officer my senior year! <<else>> I received death threats. A pig's head was left on DZ's lawn. My things were stolen and vandalized. I was ostracized and I never felt safe at night. I couldn't go to parties the same way and had to start viewing all men as a danger to my well-being, simply from a safety perspective. <br><br> Nothing changed. I was naive, I guess. Or just not the right champion. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> I wasn't __truly__ a Dee Zee, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. They were up-front about it and pulled me in for a discussion with the sorority leaders on my very first day. I did my penance and slowly, but surely, I was brought into the fold and all sins forgiven. Anyway, I had the [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> Be you. Be confident. Be ΔZ. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <<elseif $UN.greek == "XO">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <<outfit XO>> We weren't self-possessed like Tri Delt, but we also didn't have their prestige. We weren't as popular with the guys as Kay Dee, but we also weren't whores. We didn't party as hard as Kappa, but we'd also live longer. It sounds lame but we were the 'just right' and thats why I liked being a Chi Oh. We were the most accessible -- you ask a person and they had friends among us and we were accepted everywhere. It was the best of all worlds. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had gotten into KKG and we were like ships passing in the night. No ill-will or pretention between us, we'd always have each other, but now we had our houses and sisters and our dorm room remained essentially vacant. <br><br> Every year we had an insane formal. It wasn't an excuse to get wasted or hook-up like the others, but we pulled out all the stops to make it the party of all parties. <br><br> <div id = "formal"> The most important thing to me at formal was... <br><br> The <<link "guy">><<replace "#formal">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> I had to be crafty, I had to time things perfectly, but I managed to have our star Quarterback, a son of a potential Presidential candidate, a movie star that was taking time off for school, and a Bitcoin millionaire as my dates. I did my research and knew how to approach, when to approach and what I needed to do...or //appear// to be willing to do to get them to attend. <br><br> It was an incredible event, but not for these people. The people who ''I'' brought to formal. The people who made the event even more exciting and talked about. And who was talked about the most? Me. <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $UN.GDI = true>> I wasn't __truly__ a Chi Oh, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. I didn't think it was possible, but they drummed me out. They found infractions until they had enough on me for reasonable cause to deactivate me involuntarily. And they made it hurt. Death by a thousand cuts. Still, I had the [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 6>> <<set $CC.memories.push("Chi Omega President")>> It astounded me to be elected our Chapter President my senior year. I was floored, but very thankful for the honor. <br><br> <</if>> I didn't come to college to find my husband. I came to find my bridesmaids. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> on my arm. <br> The way I <<link "looked">><<replace "#formal">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value ++>> YouTube tutorials. Finding my doppelganger on Instagram. Perfect curation of dresses. It was a year-long process, but at the end of it, I looked //ravishing//. I was always in ''the'' publicity photos from our formal. And I learned a lot about how to accentuate my natural traits and beauty. What to wear, how to hold myself and how to present myself to cameras. <br><br> It was well-worth it. And the other girls were absolutely __jealous__. I loved it. <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $UN.GDI = true>> I wasn't __truly__ a Chi Oh, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. I didn't think it was possible, but they drummed me out. They found infractions until they had enough on me for reasonable cause to deactivate me involuntarily. And they made it hurt. Death by a thousand cuts. Still, I had the [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 6>> <<set $CC.memories.push("Chi Omega President")>> It astounded me to be elected our Chapter President my senior year. I was floored, but very thankful for the honor. <br><br> <</if>> I didn't come to college to find my husband. I came to find my bridesmaids. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <br> The <<link "time">><<replace "#formal">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> How did they find these spots? Former plantations, event spaces before they had their grand opening -- once there was even a castle! There was never any Natty Ice, no rubbery chicken, and our music was always a hot, new performer. People died to attend our formals and I got access by being a member of this exclusive club. I danced my ass off, I drank myself stupid and ate too much. <br><br> A single weekend was all I looked forward to each year. <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $UN.GDI = true>> I wasn't __truly__ a Chi Oh, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. I didn't think it was possible, but they drummed me out. They found infractions until they had enough on me for reasonable cause to deactivate me involuntarily. And they made it hurt. Death by a thousand cuts. Still, I had the [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 6>> <<set $CC.memories.push("Chi Omega President")>> It astounded me to be elected our Chapter President my senior year. I was floored, but very thankful for the honor. <br><br> <</if>> I didn't come to college to find my husband. I came to find my bridesmaids. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> I had. </div> <</if>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "">> <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value = 0>> <<set $Stats.Traits["Risky"].value = 0>> <<if $Stats.Traits["Stable"].value lt 10>><<set $Stats.Traits["Stable"].value = 10>><</if>> I had made it all this way without having crossed the threshold of sex. And if I had thought the pressure of joining the ranks of the non-virgins was intense in High School, it was constant now. Not being willing to go any further than second or third base meant that relationships...weren't a thing. I'm certain there were people out there that also were waiting, but I couldn't find them. So it meant for a very shallow and lonely dating experience. And that hurt. It felt like a judgment against who I was. I'm not going to lie, there were moments when I gave a hard think to if I had chosen the right thing. <br><br> <div id = "virginity"> And, ultimately...I decided: <br><br> To stay <<link "strong">><<replace "#virginity">> <<set $Stats.Skills["Social"].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits["Suggestible"].value -= 2>> It wasn't easy. Everyone and everything around me screamed coupling and hooking up. And the drinking and drugs around made doing those things very easy. But I stood firm. If relationships required someone to be inside me, it wasn't worth it. I wasn't going to devalue myself that way. <br><br> People judged me and people certainly felt that I was judging them -- holier than thou -- and maybe I was. Maybe I was jealous. Maybe I was too hard-headed. But this is who I was and I wasn't going to change simply because other people wanted me to. <br><br> But even with keeping my head straight didn't stop college from throwing crazy situations my [[way|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <br> To throw in the <<link "towel">><<replace "#virginity">> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> There was a level of maturity to dating now -- granted, it's not like guys were //mature// -- but there was seriousness. We'd all gone through our high school breakups where it felt like the world was ending. We'd had our crushes, we understood what we wanted and how to talk to people we were interested in. <br><br> Gone was the 'boyfriend' that I'd never spoken to in Middle School. And the notes of interest of High School. Of being attached at the hip and simultaneous fear of even seeing them. <br><br><br> We had our own space, classes, routine...//and// ultimate freedom. We ''could'' see each other when we wanted. <br><br> <<if $UN.sex == "party">> While I didn't consider them as anything 'serious,' looking back, I guess they were the closest thing to it. <br><br> <</if>> So, yeah, no more puppylove now. There was a new connection, a college-grade relationship with... <div id="dating"> <<crossroads #dating>> <<path $CC.sexuality <= 0>> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>. Roomies with benefits. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into girls. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> <<set $CC.vCard = $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <br><br> From that first moment that she showed up, I felt a twitch inside. It was a 'could she?' and it was so hard not to just gaze longingly at her as we went about our easy day-to-day routine of wearing little, coming out of the shower, being naked. <br><br> I started by bringing up her time out, noting if there were any mention of guys...or girls. Then we got into conversations of growing up and experimentation. Then one night, we got dolled up and started pregaming in our room, per usual, but then we didn't make it out. A fleeting touch became a flirty look, and the excuse of alcohol led us to her bed, tongues already connecting. <br><br> Our cute outfits hit the floor and we pressed our bodies together, eyes locked in on each others as we ground our thighs between each others, hands grabbing and pulling at each other as we panted and made a mess of her sheets. I giggled after my first climax. She sighed in satisfaction after hers. "Hello." We said as we felt each other's dewey skin. There was a 'thank god' smirk and then I dropped down, my tongue tasting the tang of her cunt, hands grabbing at her ass as I held her still. <br><br> She was still over-stimulated and her squirming made it all the more fun as I didn't give up. I don't know if she came once really hard or multiple times in sequence, but it was a nice segue into her trying to return the favor for me in her weakened state. <br><br><br> That was the first night and at first it was every night -- it's //hard// when you live together -- but then we found a cadence that worked for us as we balanced the rooming together and fucking together [[thing|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $UN.professor == true>> Professor Medina and I were truly having an affair. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't hook up with Professor Medina. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Professor Medina">> <<set $CC.vCard = "Professor Medina">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <br><br> What had started as a 'mistake' -- he was clear on that -- didn't stop. And it wasn't just passion or fueled by the wrongness of it all. I could tell that he liked me. And no wonder the other girls fawned over him, and that he was married. He was a catch. <br><br> Not a silver fox, but he had that air, and definitely would be. A hot daddy. He didn't have kids, because that would have been weird and harder to manage. <br><br> I don't know how he juggled it all, but he took me out for romantic dinners, bought me little gifts. We established our rules for being on campus and our signals for where and how to meet up off-campus. <br><br><br> I let him lead. He had to lead, there was too much on the line. Not just his career and livelihood, but also his marriage and life. And maybe a part of me really loved that he was risking it for //me//. That I controlled so much with so little. And I bore little to no [[risk|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $UN.GDI !== true>> <<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>> introduced me to Charley from our neighbor frat. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't in a sorority. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Charley">> <<set $CC.vCard = "Charley">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <br><br> It all started one night at a party over at Sigma. They were next door so it tended to be a first stop for the girls: pre-game and then head off to the night's destination. It was organic and alcohol-induced. He was cute in a shaggy dog kind of way and he was my partner playing some beer pong. We were losing and his hands guided me through my shots -- which were getting progressively worse as the fifth-year Sigmas were sinking every shot. <br><br> I waved the girls off because the game wasn't over and we //had// to win and so they headed off without me. We didn't win the game. I didn't make it to the other destination that night because I decided that I needed to sober up before following after them. Charley was more than happy to give me a place to sober up: his room. He showed me around a bit and I fawned over his posters, his guitar and then laughed as I dropped onto his bed, too buzzed to stay on my feet. <br><br> And then I started to get comfortable and he got the hint. We spent the night in the dark grunting and going from a drunk hook up to a buzzing hook up to a hook up while I was feeling it to a hook up the next morning with a hangover. He had talent and I wondered if he picked it up from encounters like the one that we had. <br><br><br> We played it chill, just a friends with benefits situation, but he was never surprised or upset or with some other girl when I'd show up drunk, or text him drunk. I'd head over to Sigma to my [[boy toy|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $CC.memories.push("CollegeCheer")>> It might have been cliche, but a football player... <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't a cheerleader. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Jamal">> <<set $CC.vCard = "Jamal">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<set $CC.maleReaction ++>> <br><br> Jamal was a redshirted running back, and I was introduced to him at the party before our opening game. New to the squad, I was already overwhelmed by how intense and constant the cheer lifestyle was at the collegiate level. I was constantly grinning, nodding dumbly and agreeing to everything. I didn't feel I had time to process, just being swept away by the tide of newness. <br><br> He was chilling on a beat-up couch at the house where our party was being hosted and he barely registered the introduction. That //hurt//. And then the other girls somehow just disappeared. I felt like a lost little puppy and made awkward conversation with him until a slight pat on the couch beside me to join him. And then he turned on the attention. It was a shocking tap that I was eager to drink from. I don't think it took him five minutes before we were making out on the couch and his hand was working its way between my legs despite the people around us. <br><br> It didn't become a spectacle for too long and led me off to one of the bedrooms before revealing his Adonis-like physique. He certainly //was// a rusher because he made it to the finish line incredibly quick. I didn't mention it, he didn't apologize and he gave me his number. The girls were suddenly back as soon as we left the bedroom and they wanted to know all the details and ''insisted'' I give him a call. <br><br> So I did. I relieved his stress before the games and after practice and we became a kind of 'item' despite the lack of romance between us. The gifts I got happened when he played and when he had a good showing. He was giving those nights and sprung for some champagne and ate me out. <br><br><br> He scored, I [[scored|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $UN.extracurricular == "yoga">> My yoga instructor...we were already always sweaty. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't take yoga. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Alder">> <<set $CC.vCard = "Alder">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <br><br> There's definitely a trope of hooking up with your yoga instructor. And a lot of it makes sense, you're sweaty. You're exposed, both physically wearing little and have spent an hour getting in touch with your emotional core. And then there's those moments when he comes over for an adjustment, hands soft yet firm as they push and press and guide. <br><br> I departed last. I chatted him up the most. I wore less than most and then, eventually, I shifted my body during a modified pose while he was giving an adjustment, his hand sliding between my legs. Our eyes met, he was about to apologize and he saw I was fine with it. After that class, I didn't chat him up, just took my time getting my things together and then got distracted on my phone. <br><br> I hadn't put my mat away and it was slick with sweat and needed to be washed from use -- and certainly didn't provide much padding. I watched his man-bun bouncing over his head as we did our own modified version of Child's Pose in the sauna-like room. His pullout game was on point and I didn't care since I already needed a shower, the new sheen note to the sweaty palette that was my body not //too// noticeable as I headed back to the dorms. <br><br> After that first time, we kept focus on the practice and just headed out afterward to a hookah bar, or take a shower together. Didn't matter, we knew what was coming next when I showed up for yoga. I loved how carefree and centered he was. And his body was so toned. <br><br><br> [[Namaste|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $UN.sex == "dating">> I was dead set on Roger. from the moment I saw him. Well-dressed and malleable. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on dating. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Roger">> <<set $CC.vCard = "Roger">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> <br><br> He wasn't one of the weird ones that walked around in a blazer and duck pants like some of the other pretentious fucks that walked around campus. But I could tell he had money and class from the button-down that he wore, the pleat in his slacks. Yeah, he didn't wear socks, but everyone has their neurosis, right? <br><br> It was a slow and steady approach. I couldn't appear thirsty, or even that I had my eye on him. What made it more difficult is that he had a Beta-ish status amongst his crew, following their lead and I had to buck their advances while not pissing them off. And then...be available, open, alone, attractive. It worked and the lack of peer distraction meant that we had the privacy to connect that first time. Establish a baseline and sexual interest. And then the tease, the pull-back and build anticipation. <br><br> I wanted him. He knew I wanted him. And that stuck out to him because he wasn't usually the one getting this kind of attention. He wooed me with gifts and attention and it was ''great''. After I felt I had given it enough time and he wasn't //too// frustrated, we ended up at his off-campus apartment. Oh, god, it was swanky. <br><br><br> It was hard to not just post up in that place once we started actually hooking up. I had to let him lead, let him initiate, him be the guy. I subtly nudged and coaxed him into the things I wanted. He was atrocious in bed, but that wasn't the point. I could take a grand total of zero orgasms in [[trade|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $UN.sex == "friend">> Mohammed. nearly ran into me while playing football on the quad. Talk about being hit on. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on friends. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Mohammed">> <<set $CC.vCard = "Mohammed">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <br><br> A pigskin smacked me in the face. I had been mid-sentence when the grass of the quad was suddenly rushing up to meet me. I heard the gasps and scream. Then the haziness cleared and there was this handsome, scruffy guy wearing tie-dye and cradling my head. He felt so bad and helped me to the nurse to double-check that I didn't have a concussion. <br><br> He was lanky and walked kind of bow-legged with his hairy legs sticking out of a pair of athletic shorts down to his Tivas. But he was calm, cool and kind. And on the way back to the quad, ice-pack against my head, he seemed to know //everyone//. Waving and grinning and people knew his name. He bought me dinner that night to make it up to me and we kissed in front of my dorm after he had cutely kissed my blossoming bruise. It was sweet. <br><br> It was slow. It built from there and I began to be introduced to his myriad groups and connections. I joined him out on the quad with a frisbee or out on a blanket with some snacks and brewskies. Eventually, we consummated things and it was at my insistence. He was happy about it, but I wasn't sure until that moment how he felt. <br><br><br> I never felt a deep-seated desire from him, but I could tell he really enjoyed my company and [[partnership|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $UN.sex == "study">> Harper and I had been paired up in lab and it grew from there. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on studying. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Harper">> <<set $CC.vCard = "Harper">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <br><br> I felt the butterfly flutter seeing him drop in beside me in lab. I don't know if he knew that I was smitten, but he was flirty and I loved it. He was cute and smart and helped me wrap my head around the projects -- maybe I played a little dumb to get some extra help. <br><br> And then I wanted to meet up to compare notes, study for a test, and, "Oh, I'm just in the study room in my dorm." And he came by. The study session wasn't too focused but it was //long//. Into the wee hours the night before we were supposed to go take the test we were studying for. And then once it got too late for anyone else to be around, we were making out on the couch. <br><br><br> He was respectful and we didn't rush off to my room...that night. And our class only lasted a single semester, but by that point we didn't need the excuse. He was on first name basis with <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and the girls on the hall. He was easy and fun to be around. It was comfy, and it was a great foundation for what could be a tumultuous first [[year|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $UN.sex == "apps">> A bit shorter in real life, but he was hot and Troy was sweet. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't on dating apps. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Troy">> <<set $CC.vCard = "Troy">> <<set $CC.maleAttention ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <br><br> The gym photos were plentiful. Before we met, I knew every muscle on his body except the one between his legs. I was wet for him before I had finished getting ready for the date. And he was happy about that. <br><br> The apps were first and foremost for fucking, not dating, so the drink we met up for was literally just one. His hand was between my legs with an assuredness that implied the other nights of the week were mirrors of this encounter. He felt my arousal and paid the bill with a shit-eating grin. We hadn't really gotten into our bevs but I didn't //really// mind. <br><br> We went back to his place, a tiny studio apartment in town and went straight to the bed, "Gotta get me as ready as you are, babe." He chuckled as he sat on the bed and pulled his cock out for me to suck. By the time he entered me from behind, I was dying for it. I practically came from his insertion: his masculinity, attractiveness were all the pleasure centers my body apparently needed to reward me with orgasm. I was a shuddering, melted mess by the time we finished our first 'date'. <br><br> He flung his condom aside into his bedside trash can that seemed to be specially assigned for those remains. Then he smacked me on my ass and despite my legs not wanting to work, I headed out. <br><br> It was our rhythm and I loved showing him off -- his profile at least -- to everyone. I //know// I wasn't his only hookup and I'm sure he didn't consider me his girlfriend but my mind had him locked in as 'mine'. <br><br><br> Probably some trick he learned to get pussy on [[boomerang|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $UN.sex == "online">> I think his real name was Dewey. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't in online chatrooms. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $CC.maleReaction ++>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "LeDew">> <<set $CC.vCard = "LeDew">> <br><br> He was mysterious, which was the attraction. And his mind. We had hooked up first on a sex chat room, fooling around there and //damn// could he write. So it became a bit of an addiction for me and my brain began to wander -- the fingers tapping at between my thighs rather than keys, acting out what we had created online -- I got hot even logging on in the hopes that he would be there. <br><br> He, like most guys was insistent as fuck, not content with the coitus being carried out in chat. And if it weren't for the orgasms he had given me (I guess I gave them to myself), I would have blocked him like the others. But he was in town, surprisingly and was about my age. So, we set a coffee date. <br><br> I wasn't surprised by the black fedora he was wearing. It was about the only thing you could make out in his profile pictures, but the black trench coat, black pants and wide-legged jeans were not what I expected for a first meeting. As he approached, I began to come up with ideas on an exit. <br><br> Despite his appearance, he was relatively charming -- if you could get over the strange not-quite-British affect to his voice. He catered to my __exact__ order and wanted to know about me and what drew me to the chat rooms: he was incredibly interested in the psychology and draw. He was firm and confident where he had no right to be. He didn't pick up on my cues or just didn't care. He also called himself Sensei LeDew, though that was absolutely ''not'' his name. But the unwavering confidence and strength of his personality were hooks into me. <br><br> I wasn't keen on going home with him after that first coffee date, but he and I had bonded over how shitty roommates were, so he wanted to show me what he had set up at home. It wasn't //his// house, but it was his basement, I guess. A little man cave, or his 'carve-out from the insanity'. It was one large room and so it wasn't difficult to manage me over to the bed essentially straight away. <br><br> It wasn't like any of our plays online, but it certainly was far more real. His body unimpressive and he wouldn't take off his socks or his goddamn hat, and his cock would have needed some special measuring tape to meet his online package, but the padding above it and his monstrous sack rubbed and struck against my clit well enough for me to ignore not feeling much more than a presence inside me. <br><br><br> It was simple (incredible simple: he was adamant about no protection) and straight-forward. A tiny preamble and then we'd fuck, but simple was a nice break. It was good to get away from campus. I didn't introduce him to anyone, but he didn't seem to [[mind|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</replace>><</link>>. <br> </div> <<else>> There was a level of maturity to dating now -- granted, it's not like guys were //mature// -- but there was seriousness. We'd all gone through our high school breakups where it felt like the world was ending. We'd had our crushes, we understood what we wanted and how to talk to people we were interested in. <br><br> Gone was the 'boyfriend' that I'd never spoken to in Middle School. And the notes of interest of High School. Of being attached at the hip and simultaneous fear of even seeing them. <br><br><br> We had our own space, classes, routine...//and// ultimate freedom. We ''could'' see each other when we wanted. <br><br> <<if $UN.sex == "party">> While I didn't consider them as anything 'serious,' looking back, I guess they were the closest thing to it. <br><br> <</if>> So, yeah, no more puppylove now. There was a new connection, a college-grade relationship with... <div id="dating"> <<crossroads #dating>> <<path $CC.sexuality <= 0>> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>. Roomies with benefits. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't into girls. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<set _bodyTitle = $People['UN'].Roommate.name + ", my College girlfriend">> <<addBody $People['UN'].Roommate.name F _bodyTitle>> <br><br> From that first moment that she showed up, I felt a twitch inside. It was a 'could she?' and it was so hard not to just gaze longingly at her as we went about our easy day-to-day routine of wearing little, coming out of the shower, being naked. <br><br> I started by bringing up her time out, noting if there were any mention of guys...or girls. Then we got into conversations of growing up and experimentation. Then one night, we got dolled up and started pregaming in our room, per usual, but then we didn't make it out. A fleeting touch became a flirty look, and the excuse of alcohol led us to her bed, tongues already connecting. <br><br> Our cute outfits hit the floor and we pressed our bodies together, eyes locked in on each others as we ground our thighs between each others, hands grabbing and pulling at each other as we panted and made a mess of her sheets. I giggled after my first climax. She sighed in satisfaction after hers. "Hello." We said as we felt each other's dewey skin. There was a 'thank god' smirk and then I dropped down, my tongue tasting the tang of her cunt, hands grabbing at her ass as I held her still. <br><br> She was still over-stimulated and her squirming made it all the more fun as I didn't give up. I don't know if she came once really hard or multiple times in sequence, but it was a nice segue into her trying to return the favor for me in her weakened state. <br><br><br> That was the first night and at first it was every night -- it's //hard// when you live together -- but then we found a cadence that worked for us as we balanced the rooming together and fucking together [[thing|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $UN.professor == true>> Professor Medina and I were truly having an affair. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't hook up with Professor Medina. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Professor Medina">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <<addBody "Professor Medina" M "Professor Medina, my College boyfriend">> <br><br> What had started as a 'mistake' -- he was clear on that -- didn't stop. And it wasn't just passion or fueled by the wrongness of it all. I could tell that he liked me. And no wonder the other girls fawned over him, and that he was married. He was a catch. <br><br> Not a silver fox, but he had that air, and definitely would be. A hot daddy. He didn't have kids, because that would have been weird and harder to manage. <br><br> I don't know how he juggled it all, but he took me out for romantic dinners, bought me little gifts. We established our rules for being on campus and our signals for where and how to meet up off-campus. <br><br><br> I let him lead. He had to lead, there was too much on the line. Not just his career and livelihood, but also his marriage and life. And maybe a part of me really loved that he was risking it for //me//. That I controlled so much with so little. And I bore little to no [[risk|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $UN.GDI !== true>> <<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>> introduced me to Charley from our neighbor frat. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't in a sorority. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Charley">> <<addBody Charley M "Charley, my College boyfriend">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <br><br> It all started one night at a party over at Sigma. They were next door so it tended to be a first stop for the girls: pre-game and then head off to the night's destination. It was organic and alcohol-induced. He was cute in a shaggy dog kind of way and he was my partner playing some beer pong. We were losing and his hands guided me through my shots -- which were getting progressively worse as the fifth-year Sigmas were sinking every shot. <br><br> I waved the girls off because the game wasn't over and we //had// to win and so they headed off without me. We didn't win the game. I didn't make it to the other destination that night because I decided that I needed to sober up before following after them. Charley was more than happy to give me a place to sober up: his room. He showed me around a bit and I fawned over his posters, his guitar and then laughed as I dropped onto his bed, too buzzed to stay on my feet. <br><br> And then I started to get comfortable and he got the hint. We spent the night in the dark grunting and going from a drunk hook up to a buzzing hook up to a hook up while I was feeling it to a hook up the next morning with a hangover. He had talent and I wondered if he picked it up from encounters like the one that we had. <br><br><br> We played it chill, just a friends with benefits situation, but he was never surprised or upset or with some other girl when I'd show up drunk, or text him drunk. I'd head over to Sigma to my [[boy toy|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $UN.extracurricular == "cheer">> It might have been cliche, but a football player... <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't a cheerleader. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Jamal">> <<addBody Jamal M "Jamal, my College boyfriend">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <<set $CC.maleReaction ++>> <br><br> Jamal was a redshirted running back, and I was introduced to him at the party before our opening game. New to the squad, I was already overwhelmed by how intense and constant the cheer lifestyle was at the collegiate level. I was constantly grinning, nodding dumbly and agreeing to everything. I didn't feel I had time to process, just being swept away by the tide of newness. <br><br> He was chilling on a beat-up couch at the house where our party was being hosted and he barely registered the introduction. That //hurt//. And then the other girls somehow just disappeared. I felt like a lost little puppy and made awkward conversation with him until a slight pat on the couch beside me to join him. And then he turned on the attention. It was a shocking tap that I was eager to drink from. I don't think it took him five minutes before we were making out on the couch and his hand was working its way between my legs despite the people around us. <br><br> It didn't become a spectacle for too long and led me off to one of the bedrooms before revealing his Adonis-like physique. He certainly //was// a rusher because he made it to the finish line incredibly quick. I didn't mention it, he didn't apologize and he gave me his number. The girls were suddenly back as soon as we left the bedroom and they wanted to know all the details and ''insisted'' I give him a call. <br><br> So I did. I relieved his stress before the games and after practice and we became a kind of 'item' despite the lack of romance between us. The gifts I got happened when he played and when he had a good showing. He was giving those nights and sprung for some champagne and ate me out. <br><br><br> He scored, I [[scored|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $UN.extracurricular == "yoga">> My yoga instructor...we were already always sweaty. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't take yoga. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Alder">> <<addBody Alder M "Alder, my College boyfriend">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <br><br> There's definitely a trope of hooking up with your yoga instructor. And a lot of it makes sense, you're sweaty. You're exposed, both physically wearing little and have spent an hour getting in touch with your emotional core. And then there's those moments when he comes over for an adjustment, hands soft yet firm as they push and press and guide. <br><br> I departed last. I chatted him up the most. I wore less than most and then, eventually, I shifted my body during a modified pose while he was giving an adjustment, his hand sliding between my legs. Our eyes met, he was about to apologize and he saw I was fine with it. After that class, I didn't chat him up, just took my time getting my things together and then got distracted on my phone. <br><br> I hadn't put my mat away and it was slick with sweat and needed to be washed from use -- and certainly didn't provide much padding. I watched his man-bun bouncing over his head as we did our own modified version of Child's Pose in the sauna-like room. His pullout game was on point and I didn't care since I already needed a shower, the new sheen note to the sweaty palette that was my body not //too// noticeable as I headed back to the dorms. <br><br> After that first time, we kept focus on the practice and just headed out afterward to a hookah bar, or take a shower together. Didn't matter, we knew what was coming next when I showed up for yoga. I loved how carefree and centered he was. And his body was so toned. <br><br><br> [[Namaste|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $UN.sex == "dating">> I was dead set on Roger. from the moment I saw him. Well-dressed and malleable. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on dating. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Roger">> <<addBody Roger M "Roger, my College boyfriend">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> <br><br> He wasn't one of the weird ones that walked around in a blazer and duck pants like some of the other pretentious fucks that walked around campus. But I could tell he had money and class from the button-down that he wore, the pleat in his slacks. Yeah, he didn't wear socks, but everyone has their neurosis, right? <br><br> It was a slow and steady approach. I couldn't appear thirsty, or even that I had my eye on him. What made it more difficult is that he had a Beta-ish status amongst his crew, following their lead and I had to buck their advances while not pissing them off. And then...be available, open, alone, attractive. It worked and the lack of peer distraction meant that we had the privacy to connect that first time. Establish a baseline and sexual interest. And then the tease, the pull-back and build anticipation. <br><br> I wanted him. He knew I wanted him. And that stuck out to him because he wasn't usually the one getting this kind of attention. He wooed me with gifts and attention and it was ''great''. After I felt I had given it enough time and he wasn't //too// frustrated, we ended up at his off-campus apartment. Oh, god, it was swanky. <br><br><br> It was hard to not just post up in that place once we started actually hooking up. I had to let him lead, let him initiate, him be the guy. I subtly nudged and coaxed him into the things I wanted. He was atrocious in bed, but that wasn't the point. I could take a grand total of zero orgasms in [[trade|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $UN.sex == "friend">> Mohammed. nearly ran into me while playing football on the quad. Talk about being hit on. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on friends. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Mohammed">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<addBody Mohammed M "Mohammed, my College boyfriend">> <br><br> A pigskin smacked me in the face. I had been mid-sentence when the grass of the quad was suddenly rushing up to meet me. I heard the gasps and scream. Then the haziness cleared and there was this handsome, scruffy guy wearing tie-dye and cradling my head. He felt so bad and helped me to the nurse to double-check that I didn't have a concussion. <br><br> He was lanky and walked kind of bow-legged with his hairy legs sticking out of a pair of athletic shorts down to his Tivas. But he was calm, cool and kind. And on the way back to the quad, ice-pack against my head, he seemed to know //everyone//. Waving and grinning and people knew his name. He bought me dinner that night to make it up to me and we kissed in front of my dorm after he had cutely kissed my blossoming bruise. It was sweet. <br><br> It was slow. It built from there and I began to be introduced to his myriad groups and connections. I joined him out on the quad with a frisbee or out on a blanket with some snacks and brewskies. Eventually, we consummated things and it was at my insistence. He was happy about it, but I wasn't sure until that moment how he felt. <br><br><br> I never felt a deep-seated desire from him, but I could tell he really enjoyed my company and [[partnership|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $UN.sex == "study">> Harper and I had been paired up in lab and it grew from there. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on studying. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Harper">> <<addBody Harper M "Harper, my College boyfriend">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <br><br> I felt the butterfly flutter seeing him drop in beside me in lab. I don't know if he knew that I was smitten, but he was flirty and I loved it. He was cute and smart and helped me wrap my head around the projects -- maybe I played a little dumb to get some extra help. <br><br> And then I wanted to meet up to compare notes, study for a test, and, "Oh, I'm just in the study room in my dorm." And he came by. The study session wasn't too focused but it was //long//. Into the wee hours the night before we were supposed to go take the test we were studying for. And then once it got too late for anyone else to be around, we were making out on the couch. <br><br><br> He was respectful and we didn't rush off to my room...that night. And our class only lasted a single semester, but by that point we didn't need the excuse. He was on first name basis with <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and the girls on the hall. He was easy and fun to be around. It was comfy, and it was a great foundation for what could be a tumultuous first [[year|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $UN.sex == "apps">> A bit shorter in real life, but he was hot and Troy was sweet. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't on dating apps. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Troy">> <<addBody Troy M "Troy, my College boyfriend">> <<set $CC.maleAttention ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <br><br> The gym photos were plentiful. Before we met, I knew every muscle on his body except the one between his legs. I was wet for him before I had finished getting ready for the date. And he was happy about that. <br><br> The apps were first and foremost for fucking, not dating, so the drink we met up for was literally just one. His hand was between my legs with an assuredness that implied the other nights of the week were mirrors of this encounter. He felt my arousal and paid the bill with a shit-eating grin. We hadn't really gotten into our bevs but I didn't //really// mind. <br><br> We went back to his place, a tiny studio apartment in town and went straight to the bed, "Gotta get me as ready as you are, babe." He chuckled as he sat on the bed and pulled his cock out for me to suck. By the time he entered me from behind, I was dying for it. I practically came from his insertion: his masculinity, attractiveness were all the pleasure centers my body apparently needed to reward me with orgasm. I was a shuddering, melted mess by the time we finished our first 'date'. <br><br> He flung his condom aside into his bedside trash can that seemed to be specially assigned for those remains. Then he smacked me on my ass and despite my legs not wanting to work, I headed out. <br><br> It was our rhythm and I loved showing him off -- his profile at least -- to everyone. I //know// I wasn't his only hookup and I'm sure he didn't consider me his girlfriend but my mind had him locked in as 'mine'. <br><br><br> Probably some trick he learned to get pussy on [[boomerang|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $UN.sex == "online">> I think his real name was Dewey. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't in online chatrooms. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $CC.maleReaction ++>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "LeDew">> <<addBody LeDew M "LeDew, my College boyfriend">> <br><br> He was mysterious, which was the attraction. And his mind. We had hooked up first on a sex chat room, fooling around there and //damn// could he write. So it became a bit of an addiction for me and my brain began to wander -- the fingers tapping at between my thighs rather than keys, acting out what we had created online -- I got hot even logging on in the hopes that he would be there. <br><br> He, like most guys was insistent as fuck, not content with the coitus being carried out in chat. And if it weren't for the orgasms he had given me (I guess I gave them to myself), I would have blocked him like the others. But he was in town, surprisingly and was about my age. So, we set a coffee date. <br><br> I wasn't surprised by the black fedora he was wearing. It was about the only thing you could make out in his profile pictures, but the black trench coat, black pants and wide-legged jeans were not what I expected for a first meeting. As he approached, I began to come up with ideas on an exit. <br><br> Despite his appearance, he was relatively charming -- if you could get over the strange not-quite-British affect to his voice. He catered to my __exact__ order and wanted to know about me and what drew me to the chat rooms: he was incredibly interested in the psychology and draw. He was firm and confident where he had no right to be. He didn't pick up on my cues or just didn't care. He also called himself Sensei LeDew, though that was absolutely ''not'' his name. But the unwavering confidence and strength of his personality were hooks into me. <br><br> I wasn't keen on going home with him after that first coffee date, but he and I had bonded over how shitty roommates were, so he wanted to show me what he had set up at home. It wasn't //his// house, but it was his basement, I guess. A little man cave, or his 'carve-out from the insanity'. It was one large room and so it wasn't difficult to manage me over to the bed essentially straight away. <br><br> It wasn't like any of our plays online, but it certainly was far more real. His body unimpressive and he wouldn't take off his socks or his goddamn hat, and his cock would have needed some special measuring tape to meet his online package, but the padding above it and his monstrous sack rubbed and struck against my clit well enough for me to ignore not feeling much more than a presence inside me. <br><br><br> It was simple (incredible simple: he was adamant about no protection) and straight-forward. A tiny preamble and then we'd fuck, but simple was a nice break. It was good to get away from campus. I didn't introduce him to anyone, but he didn't seem to [[mind|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> It was Wednesday night, first year term papers are looming. I was sitting at my desk desk and staring at the blinking cursor. //Three// papers to write. Of course all due at the same time: tomorrow. And, of course, I was drawing a blank on what to write for any of them. <br><br> I'd done my usual procrastination rituals: YouTube, make snacks, tidy my room, masturbate...hoping that some idea would pop into my head or the papers would do themselves. I chatted with people on the hall, I scrolled social media, I fingered myself again. It was getting late and I'd even gotten bored of orgasms. Time to write? Shit. <br><br><br> Then, like heaven-sent: My door slammed open, "Yo, <<print $CC.name>>! Get up, get up, and strip down! Naked run, girl!" Standing in your doorway, <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>> Some guy stood, hands on his hips emphasizing that his recently shaved cock and sack were hanging freely -- it all looked so much better hard. <br><br> "It's tradition. Everyone gets naked and runs the campus. //Everyone//. You'll see a lot more of this," he gave his cock a stroke and squeeze, "if you come." He smiled playfully, jerking his hips, making his cock swing back and forth with the extra heft it had gained. It was another limb giving me a 'come on!' motion. "Don't be a loser..." <br><br> My insides churned with internal debate. Being seen by everyone, his body, and the risk of falling flat on my face in my three classes tomorrow as I brought in...no assignments? <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> Sounded ''fucking hot''. My pussy was already wet. I [[was in|UN006 - NakedRun2]]. <<else>> <div id="nekkid"> <<crossroads #nekkid>> <<path>> "Eh. I'll...''watch''." <<contents>> <br><br> I pushed the chair back and away from my desk, thinking, "Thank god for another distraction." He looked disappointed, giving a sigh and shrug. "Hey now, what's the point if no one's watching?" I grinned devilishly, watching his ass pump as they turned to sprint down the hallway. <br><br> I followed, laughing to myself as people shoved me aside, their naked bodies streaking by. Others ditched their clothes where they stood as they realized what was going on. I saw every kind of person, every kind of body, shapes and sizes of every part. <br><br> I cheered them on from the sidelines, standing in the grass alongside my dormitory. My encouraging shouts were well received -- so not //everyone// had to do this, it seemed. It was a lot less sexy than it sounds -- very few people are attractive and running isn't exactly the hottest thing in the world for naked bodies. <br><br> But it was fun and I had my place to view each year as the new young'ns ran. <br><br><br> That night, though, I got an idea for one of the delinquent papers: "[[Exhibition|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value --]] in the works of F. Scott Fitzgerald." <<path $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value lte 2 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gte 2>> "I've got ''work to do''." <<blocked>> $CC.name is too excitable or isn't disciplined enough. <<contents>> <br><br> I gritted my teeth in preparation for the flak I was about to receive. Shaking my head, I gestured at the blank monitor, "I have //three// papers due ''tomorrow''—" my explanation cut off as he darted down the hall to pound on the next closed door. I had expected disappointment from him, instead I was disappointed in myself. <br><br> With a deep sigh, I turned back to the computer and threw on some headphones to block out the commotion as kids screamed down the hallway. I focused and got my work done before the sun rose -- I even caught some z's. <br><br><br> The Naked Runs kept happening, but its rhythm was peace and solitude for schoolwork. I knew I would be [[completely undisturbed|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -= 2; $UN.test ++]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 3 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 1>> "I've got a ''better idea''..." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't confident enough or is too disciplined. <<contents>> <<upper>> <<bra>> <br><br> "You look fantastic." <br><br> I shifted the chair back and pulled my top over my head, <<if $Body.braless == false>>together with my bra,<</if>> freeing my tits. <br><br><br> He was stunned. I mirrored his [[beckoning motion|UN006 - NakedRunSex][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++]] back at him, "Nice cock," playfully grinning. <<path $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte 2 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 2>> "Sounds fucking ''fun''!" <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't excitable enough or is too disciplined. <<contents>> <br><br><br> He waved me on as I tossed my chair back and began tugging my clothes off, stepping out of them on my way to join her. He grinned in appreciation -- the first of my gawkers of the evening -- a trail of discarded clothes marked my path as I turned into the hallway to take part of the [[Naked Run|UN006 - NakedRun2]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <br> <<else>> Some girl stood, hands on her hips emphasizing her recently shaved mound was on full display. So were her tits -- not bad -- nipples erect as fuck either from excitement or the AC. <br><br> "Stop looking shocked and come on. It's tradition. Every frosh gets naked and runs the campus. //Every//one." She pumped her arm, insisting I come with. My insides churned with internal debate. Being seen by everyone, her body, and the risk of falling flat on my face in my three classes tomorrow as I brought in...no assignments? <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <br><br><br> Sounded ''fucking hot''. My pussy was already wet. I [[was in|UN006 - NakedRun2]]. <<else>> <div id="nekkid"> <<crossroads #nekkid>> <<path>> "Eh. I'll...''watch''." <<contents>> <br><br> I pushed the chair back and away from my desk, thinking, "Thank god for another distraction." She looked disappointed, giving a sigh and shrug. "Hey now, what's the point if no one's watching?" I grinned devilishly, watching her ass pump as they turned to sprint down the hallway. <br><br> I followed, laughing to myself as people shoved me aside, their naked bodies streaking by. Others ditched their clothes where they stood as they realized what was going on. I saw every kind of person, every kind of body, shapes and sizes of every part. <br><br> I cheered them on from the sidelines, standing in the grass alongside my dormitory. My encouraging shouts were well received -- so not //everyone// had to do this, it seemed. It was a lot less sexy than it sounds -- very few people are attractive and running isn't exactly the hottest thing in the world for naked bodies. <br><br> But it was fun and I had my place to view each year as the new young'ns ran. <br><br><br> That night, though, I got an idea for one of the delinquent papers: "[[Exhibition|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value --]] in the works of F. Scott Fitzgerald." <<path $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value lte 2 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gte 2>> "I've got ''work to do''." <<blocked>> $CC.name is too excitable or isn't disciplined enough. <<contents>> <br><br> I gritted my teeth in preparation for the flak I was about to receive. Shaking my head, I gestured at the blank monitor, "I have //three// papers due ''tomorrow''—" my explanation cut off as she darted down the hall to pound on the next closed door. I had expected disappointment from her, instead I was disappointed in myself. <br><br> With a deep sigh, I turned back to the computer and threw on some headphones to block out the commotion as kids screamed down the hallway. I focused and got my work done before the sun rose -- I even caught some z's. <br><br><br> The Naked Runs kept happening, but its rhythm was peace and solitude for schoolwork. I knew I would be [[completely undisturbed|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -= 2; $UN.test ++]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 3 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 1>> "I've got a ''better idea''..." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't confident or is too disciplined. <<contents>> <<upper>> <<bra>> <br><br> "You look fantastic." <br><br> I shifted the chair back and pulled my top over my head, <<if $Body.braless == false>>together with my bra,<</if>> freeing my tits. <br><br><br> She was stunned. I mirrored her [[beckoning motion|UN006 - NakedRunSex][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++]] back at her, "Come on," playfully grinning. <<path $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte 2 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 2>> "Sounds fucking ''fun''!" <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't excitable enough or is too disciplined. <<contents>> <br><br> She waved me on as I tossed my chair back and began tugging my clothes off, stepping out of them on my way to join her. A trail of discarded clothes marked my path as I turned into the hallway to take part of the [[Naked Run|UN006 - NakedRun2]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value -->><<set $UN.test -->> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>><<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.Kinks.push("Exhibitionism")>> <</if>> <<if visited("UN006 - NakedRunSex")>> My <<if $Body.tits == "small">>high and tight little tits barely moved<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky handfuls jiggled playfully<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>swaying udders bounced entrancingly<<elseif $Body.tits == "huge">>heavy tits felt like they were going to pull me over, bouncing<</if>> as my bare feet pounded down the staircase. We were all nutcases, laughing en masse as we all rushed to join the regularly scheduled exposé of the student body. That guy wasn't as impressive in his pullout game: the movement had caused some of him to drip from my snatch -- not expecting it, my foot skidded and I nearly collided with another student. <<else>> I laughed triumphantly, pushing myself off the wall, tripping over my <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">><<print $Body.undies>>as I yanked it down my legs mid-stride<<else>>my feet<</if>>. My <<if $Body.tits == "small">>high and tight little tits barely moved<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky handfuls jiggled playfully<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>swaying udders bounced entrancingly<<elseif $Body.tits == "huge">>heavy tits felt like they were going to pull me over, bouncing<</if>> as my bare feet pounded down the staircase. We were all nutcases, laughing en masse as we all rushed to join the regularly scheduled exposé of the student body. I skidded on the tile of the dorm lobby, nearly colliding into another student. <</if>> <br><br> He got a good grab of my tit, and his cock slapped against my thigh as we stumbled a recovery with an awkward but <<if visited("UN006 - NakedRunSex")>>surprised smile seeing the pearly streaks on me<<else>>pleased smile.<</if>> <br><br> He gave me a salute and I returned it playfully before pushing open the front doors and stopping short in the wake of the stream of bare skin outside. Air whipped across my nether lips and inner thighs, enhancing my excitement as I added your <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>proudly hairless pussy<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bush">>proudly bushy pussy<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>carefully curated pussy hair<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>well-manicured manhole<</if>> to the parade. <br><br> I winced a bit every few steps as something bit into the unprotected bottoms of my feet -- mentally smacking myself as I saw other people wearing shoes. The adrenaline worked wonders though and only later, climbing into bed did my feet truly make me experience the damage done. <br><br> Either side of the sidewalk was crowded with Upper Classmen cheering and taking videos and pictures -- of course, oh joy -- and then, oh shit. We were heading onto the city streets. And the citizens definitely marked the day on their calendar. Maybe this was a thank you to the city, because our loop ran mostly outside of the school and they were very receptive. There were certainly a lot of bodies on display and mine is <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>>one of the best by far<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>a breath of fresh air<<else>>lost amidst all the other averageness<</if>>. <br><br> <<if visited("UN006 - NakedRunSex")>> I heard "Is that cum?" multiple times as I bounded by people, feeling it crust and fully drying on my skin. It felt so incredibly dirty, but also empowering to have turned that shitty fuck into something I controlled. <br><br> <</if>> <br> Girls definitely have the edge in nudity, but naked bodies aren't all that appetizing to watch run. And I had the same two asses in front of me. We were all running at the same pace. So, I sped up. It became a fun little game as I would crest another person and see if my estimation of their back matched their front. And not to make them too self-conscious, I did what I could to give them a little show. Getting comfortable, I peeled off to the side, giving hi-fives to the spectators, getting smacked on the ass quite a bit and a few times found myself physically held up as some guys get very handsy. <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>>And I loved that surprise, leaning in to make out with the groper. Getting a little shock between my legs as they nudged at my clit or gave a few thrusts of a finger inside me.<</if>> But then, I was off, waving goodbye with a smile. <br><br> It had to be at least a three or so mile run, because I <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value lt 3>>had to keep my hands over my head as I tried to tug in air<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 5>>felt the beginnings of a workout<<else>>was unexpectedly panting<</if>> getting back to my room. <br><br> And after the excitement, I couldn't be bothered to wake my computer up. <br><br><br> Papers were deposited late, but I didn't care. I also didn't care that the Naked Run was supposed to be for Freshman. I participated every single year. They gave me some of the most exciting experiences of my [[college career|UN007 - MajorDecisions]]. <<if visited("UN006 - NakedRunSex")>> <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Naked Run Guy">> <br><br> Oh, and...yeah. That's how I lost my virginity. <</if>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<set _seduction = random(0,10)>> <<if $CC.sexuality == 1>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte (_seduction -2)>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Guy from Naked Run">> Welp. I was about to lose my virginity, I guess. <br><br> <<else>> <<addBody "Guy from Naked Run" M>> <</if>> His eyebrows popped up, as did his cock. He didn't seem to be expecting this at all but seems like a welcome option compared to the Naked Run. <br><br> Leaving the door wide open, he quickly moved over to my bed as I <<link "stripped down">> <<lower>><<feet>><<panties>> <</link>> the rest of the way, awkwardly leaning into him for a kiss. He took it as an offer of head, and my lips met his swelling cock, my hands busy disrobing. <br><br> The hand on the back of my head guided up and down as I felt the squidginess pulsing to fully hard as I flicked my clothing on the floor. <br><br> Finally naked, I started to move, but he gripped at my hair and I understood, especially hearing a pleased groan. I continuing to blow him as people ran by the room, some stopping to peek or watch. <br><br> He grunted and groaned happily, "Thanks. You're pretty good." Fingers in my hair instructing me, but then his fingers dug in, "Stop." He held me still, "No." He smacked my ass, "Stop." I had tried to move again. "Kay." His hand pulled at my scalp by the hair, "Suck harder. Slowww." I could feel his cock throb intensely in my mouth, pushing at the opening of my throat. I got still, letting his hand guide him as he edged himself with my mouth and added salty precum to my tastebuds. <br><br> I was absolutely amazed at his resolve. He continuing this for a full five minutes or so before he got too frustrated and pulled my head off. "Okay, your turn." He smiled down at me and smacked the cock against my face playfully. <br><br> I grinned, wiping my lips and lay back, popping my knees up and open ready to be eaten out. I giggled as I watched him moving. Oh, no oral. Eagerly he climbed right ontop of me and shoved inside in a single movement. Luckily, sucking him so long has gotten me very moist. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> "Careful! I'm not on birth control." I gasped out to him as <</if>> I watched him leaning over me, firmly ramming between my open thighs. It wasn't surprising that it only took him a couple thrusts before he was cumming. Again, amazed at his focus, he pulled out mostly in time, shooting a good portion of his load across my stomach and hitting me in the face and neck a couple times with how hard he came. <br><br> I panted, watching him explode onto me as I dropped my head back feeling his hand's motions between my thighs, bumping them as he finished himself fully while I let my legs drop. "That was a good idea." I don't know if he caught my sarcasm, being pretty let down and crazy horny now, feeling his sticky semen cooling on my face and body. <br><br> "Right?!" He didn't. Or didn't care. He chuckled as he slapped the cock against my mound and inner thighs. I grunted as I felt him wiping his cockhead off along my slit before climbing off me and the bed. "Gotta go run, though. Ya sure ya don't want to come?" His words fully reminding me that I hadn't cum. <br><br> Without waiting for a response, I watched his naked ass turn and head out the open door. There I was, left fucked and sticky with a needy tingling between my legs. <br><br> <div id = "badsex"> I had to overcome the shitty encounter somehow...a part of me clicked, wanting [[people to see me|UN006 - NakedRun2]] like this. <br> I just needed to <<link "get off">> <<replace "#badsex">> In no rush, I got up and shut the door, locking it firmly. My hand was sliding across my cummy mound before I had even turned around and begun the walk back to my desk. The cum had begun to get tacky in the cool air of the room, but it gave me a touchstone to get right back to the mindset of sex. <br><br> Plopping into the chair, I woke my computer. The force of taking a seat deposited some sticky liquid across my fingers a curse blasted from my mouth as I realized that he wasn't perfect at his pullout game. <br><br> With another sigh, I used the cum as lube, quickly rubbing one out <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> and wrote a post-it note to visit the clinic the next day <</if>>. <br><br> I tried to write, but my mind wandered. To this day, for whatever reason, when I'm trying to work at my computer and I get distracted or hit constant mental blocks? My fingers are between my legs, remembering Naked Run Guy. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Naked Run Guy">> Oh, and...yeah. That's how I lost my virginity. <</if>> <</replace>> <</link>>. </div> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -= 3>> He shook his head with a gulp, backing away immediately with wide and fearful eyes. My stomach fell, my hopes dashed in an instant and your confidence taking a serious blow. I stood there, bra hanging from my fingertips as I stared at the open doorway, watching an occasional flash of another streaker. <br><br> <div id="nekkid"> /* TODO Mira - here's a place where choices are gated by stats/traits */ <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 3>> <<link "Join in">> <<replace "#nekkid">> I laughed triumphantly, pushing myself off the wall, tripping over my <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">> <<print $Body.undies>> as I yanked it down my legs mid-stride <<else>> my feet <</if>>. My <<if $Body.tits == "small">> high and tight little tits barely moved <<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">> perky handfuls jiggled playfully <<elseif $Body.tits == "large">> swaying udders bounced entrancingly <<elseif $Body.tits == "huge">> heavy tits felt like they were going to pull me over, bouncing <</if>> as my bare feet pounded down the staircase. We were all nutcases, laughing en masse as we all rushed to join the regularly scheduled exposé of the student body. I skidded on the tile of the dorm lobby, nearly colliding into another student. <br><br> He got a good grab of my tit, and his cock slapped against my thigh as we stumbled a recovery with an awkward but pleased smile. <br><br> He gave me a salute and I returned it playfully before pushing open the front doors and stopping short in the wake of the stream of bare skin outside. Air whipped across my nether lips and inner thighs, enhancing my excitement as I added your <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">> proudly hairless pussy <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bush">> proudly bushy pussy <<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">> carefully curated pussy hair <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">> well-manicured manhole <</if>> to the parade. <br><br> I winced a bit every few steps as something bit into the unprotected bottoms of my feet -- mentally smacking myself as I saw other people wearing shoes. The adrenaline worked wonders though and only later, climbing into bed did my feet truly make me experience the damage done. <br><br> Either side of the sidewalk was crowded with Upper Classmen cheering and taking videos and pictures -- of course, oh joy -- and then, oh shit. We were heading onto the city streets. And the citizens definitely marked the day on their calendar. Maybe this was a thank you to the city, because our loop ran mostly outside of the school and they were very receptive. There were certainly a lot of bodies on display and mine is <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> one of the best by far <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> a breath of fresh air <<else>> lost amidst all the other averageness <</if>>. <br><br> Girls definitely have the edge in nudity, but naked bodies aren't all that appetizing to watch run. And I had the same two asses in front of me. We were all running at the same pace. So, I sped up. It became a fun little game as I would crest another person and see if my estimation of their back matched their front. And not to make them too self-conscious, I did what I could to give them a little show. Getting comfortable, I peeled off to the side, giving hi-fives to the spectators, getting smacked on the ass quite a bit and a few times found myself physically held up as some guys get very handsy. <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> And I loved that surprise, leaning in to make out with the groper. Getting a little shock between my legs as they nudged at my clit or gave a few thrusts of a finger inside me. <</if>> But then, I was off, waving goodbye with a smile. <br><br> It had to be at least a three or so mile run, because I <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value lt 3>> had to keep my hands over my head as I tried to tug in air <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 5>> felt the beginnings of a workout <<else>> was unexpectedly panting <</if>> getting back to my room. <br><br> And after the excitement, I couldn't be bothered to wake my computer up. <br><br> Papers were deposited late, but I didn't care. I also didn't care that the Naked Run was supposed to be for Freshman. I participated every single year. They gave me some of the most exciting experiences of my [[college career|UN007 - MajorDecisions]]. <</replace>> <</link>> anyway? Since I've already started... <</if>> <br> I'd <<link "watch">><<replace "#nekkid">> I followed, laughing to myself as people shoved me aside, their naked bodies streaking by. Others ditched their clothes where they stood as they realized what was going on. I saw every kind of person, every kind of body, shapes and sizes of every part. <br><br> I cheered them on from the sidelines, standing in the grass alongside my dormitory. My encouraging shouts were well received -- so not //everyone// had to do this, it seemed. It was a lot less sexy than it sounds -- very few people are attractive and running isn't exactly the hottest thing in the world for naked bodies. <br><br> But it was fun and I had my place to view each year as the new young'ns ran. <br><br> That night, though, I got an idea for one of the delinquent papers: "[[Exhibition|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value --]] in the works of F. Scott Fitzgerald." <</replace>><</link>>. <br> My chair and <<link "work called">><<replace "#nekkid">> With a deep sigh, I turned back to the computer and threw on some headphones to block out the commotion as kids screamed down the hallway. I focused and got my work done before the sun rose -- I even caught some z's. <br><br> The Naked Runs kept happening, but its rhythm was peace and solitude for schoolwork. I knew I would be [[completely undisturbed|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -= 2; $UN.test ++]]. <</replace>><</link>> me. </div> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte _seduction>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Girl from Naked Run">> Welp. I was about to lose my virginity, I guess. <br><br> <<else>> <<addBody "Girl from Naked Run" F>> <</if>> Her eyebrows popped up, not expecting this at all, but it seemed like a welcome option compared to the Naked Run. <br><br> She kicked the door closed and moved over to my bed as I <<linkexpand "stripped down">><<lower>><<feet>><<panties>> stripped down the rest of the way, awkwardly leaning into her as our mouths met. <br><br> Our passion rose as our hands found their way between each others legs, stroking rhythmically as our palms pressed against each other's clit -- eliciting delightful shocks of pleasure and some light yelps. <br><br> Finally naked for the Naked Run, I twisted myself around, dropping my hips over her face as my cheekbones guided her thighs apart. My fingers and her toes dug at my bedsheets as our tongues dug into pliant pussy. She grasped down my side, searching for one of my breasts, squeezing it in time with the motion I was making with my mouth. <br><br> She came, breaking concentration on me and leaving my build to abate. A bit frustrated, I did enjoy feeling her body shudder. <br><br> Thankfully, she was considerate and didn't abandon the mission, returning breathlessly to my cunt. <br><br> I breathed in her scent as it bloomed from her burst. My body tensed, focused and I was rewarded for the delay. The edging brought me over the edge. //Very// hard. My fingers awkwardly pushed in and out of her clutch as I tried to do something while my body shook. <br><br> As I came down, I rolled off of her. We were panting and recovering on the twin-sized bed while my computer hummed, reminding me that I still had work to do. <br><br> "Hey, that was fun...but I'm...into guys. //And//," a quick addendum, "I gotta get running...kay?" she said, unentwining herself from my limbs and giving me a solid smack on my ass. <br><br> I nodded, still blissed out and tingling. All I could do for five or ten minutes was stare at the ceiling and hear the revelry outside. Naked and certainly glowing, I climbed back into my chair. <br><br> I returned to writing, recharged. <br><br> To this day, when I'm supposed to be working and my mind wanders or I hit a mental block, my fingers find my pussy and play a bit, [[remembering|UN007 - MajorDecisions]] Naked Run Girl.<<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>><<set $CC.vCard = "Naked Run Girl">> Oh, and...yeah. That's how I lost my virginity.<</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -= 2>> She shook her head with a gulp, backing away immediately with wide and fearful eyes. My stomach fell, my hopes dashed in an instant and your confidence taking a serious blow. I stood there, bra hanging from my fingertips as I stared at the open doorway, watching an occasional flash of another streaker. <br><br> <div id = "nekkid"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 3>> <<link "Join in">> <<replace "#nekkid">> I laughed triumphantly, pushing myself off the wall, tripping over my <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">> <<print $Body.undies>> as I yanked it down my legs mid-stride <<else>> my feet <</if>>. My <<if $Body.tits == "small">> high and tight little tits barely moved <<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">> perky handfuls jiggled playfully <<elseif $Body.tits == "large">> swaying udders bounced entrancingly <<elseif $Body.tits == "huge">> heavy tits felt like they were going to pull me over, bouncing <</if>> as my bare feet pounded down the staircase. We were all nutcases, laughing en masse as we all rushed to join the regularly scheduled exposé of the student body. I skidded on the tile of the dorm lobby, nearly colliding into another student. <br><br> He got a good grab of my tit, and his cock slapped against my thigh as we stumbled a recovery with an awkward but pleased smile. <br><br> He gave me a salute and I returned it playfully before pushing open the front doors and stopping short in the wake of the stream of bare skin outside. Air whipped across my nether lips and inner thighs, enhancing my excitement as I added your <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">> proudly hairless pussy <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bush">> proudly bushy pussy <<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">> carefully curated pussy hair <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">> well-manicured manhole <</if>> to the parade. <br><br> I winced a bit every few steps as something bit into the unprotected bottoms of my feet -- mentally smacking myself as I saw other people wearing shoes. The adrenaline worked wonders though and only later, climbing into bed did my feet truly make me experience the damage done. <br><br> Either side of the sidewalk was crowded with Upper Classmen cheering and taking videos and pictures -- of course, oh joy -- and then, oh shit. We were heading onto the city streets. And the citizens definitely marked the day on their calendar. Maybe this was a thank you to the city, because our loop ran mostly outside of the school and they were very receptive. There were certainly a lot of bodies on display and mine is <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> one of the best by far <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> a breath of fresh air <<else>> lost amidst all the other averageness <</if>>. <br><br> Girls definitely have the edge in nudity, but naked bodies aren't all that appetizing to watch run. And I had the same two asses in front of me. We were all running at the same pace. So, I sped up. It became a fun little game as I would crest another person and see if my estimation of their back matched their front. And not to make them too self-conscious, I did what I could to give them a little show. Getting comfortable, I peeled off to the side, giving hi-fives to the spectators, getting smacked on the ass quite a bit and a few times found myself physically held up as some guys get very handsy. <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> And I loved that surprise, leaning in to make out with the groper. Getting a little shock between my legs as they nudged at my clit or gave a few thrusts of a finger inside me. <</if>> But then, I was off, waving goodbye with a smile. <br><br> It had to be at least a three or so mile run, because I <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value lt 3>> had to keep my hands over my head as I tried to tug in air <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 5>> felt the beginnings of a workout <<else>> was unexpectedly panting <</if>> getting back to my room. <br><br> And after the excitement, I couldn't be bothered to wake my computer up. <br><br> Papers were deposited late, but I didn't care. I also didn't care that the Naked Run was supposed to be for Freshman. I participated every single year. They gave me some of the most exciting experiences of my [[college career|UN007 - MajorDecisions]]. <</replace>> <</link>> anyway? Since I've already started... <</if>> <br> I'd <<link "watch">><<replace "#nekkid">> I followed, laughing to myself as people shoved me aside, their naked bodies streaking by. Others ditched their clothes where they stood as they realized what was going on. I saw every kind of person, every kind of body, shapes and sizes of every part. <br><br> I cheered them on from the sidelines, standing in the grass alongside my dormitory. My encouraging shouts were well received -- so not //everyone// had to do this, it seemed. It was a lot less sexy than it sounds -- very few people are attractive and running isn't exactly the hottest thing in the world for naked bodies. <br><br> But it was fun and I had my place to view each year as the new young'ns ran. <br><br> That night, though, I got an idea for one of the delinquent papers: "[[Exhibition|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value --]] in the works of F. Scott Fitzgerald." <</replace>><</link>>. <br> My chair and <<link "work called">><<replace "#nekkid">> With a deep sigh, I turned back to the computer and threw on some headphones to block out the commotion as kids screamed down the hallway. I focused and got my work done before the sun rose -- I even caught some z's. <br><br> The Naked Runs kept happening, but its rhythm was peace and solitude for schoolwork. I knew I would be [[completely undisturbed|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -= 2; $UN.test ++]]. <</replace>><</link>> me. </div> <</if>> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit>> The year was coming to a close and so that meant finalizing my decision about what I would major in. Part of it felt super important, and part of it was a head-scratcher. Would my major actually affect what jobs I could get, what I do with my life? And as I paced my room, hemming and hawing, I stopped short, looking in the body-length mirror on the back of our door. <br><br> <<if ["workout", "yoga", "cheer"].includes($UN.extracurricular) || $UN.job == "waiter">> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("fit")>> <</if>> My hands slid down my body and I couldn't help but smile. I'd kept that fuckin' Freshman fifteen away. And I looked <<linkexpand "really good.">> really good. I'd distracted myself again. Ugh. Majors. The irreverent part of me battled the sensible part of me until the final moment when our declaration was finalized. <br><br> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_WentWith_crossroads">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> //Shit//. My fingers pinched, I twisted and turned trying to find a flattering angle. I had been deceiving myself for months, I came to admit to myself. <br><br> The Freshman fifteen had hit me like so many others. <div id="fat"> <<crossroads #fat>> <<path>> I'd need to squeeze more ''time'' out of my days to burn this shit away. <<contents>> <<set $UN.test -->><<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->> <br><br> I'd exhaust myself and lose out on some fun, but I wasn't going to allow myself to grow soft. <br><br> I'd distracted myself again. Ugh. Majors. The irreverent part of me battled the sensible part of me until the final moment when our declaration was finalized. <br><br> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_WentWith_crossroads">> <<path>> Or just ''deal with it'' and hope it left with Freshman year. <<contents>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.delete("fit")>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value -->> <</if>> <br><br> I didn't //have// time. Fuck it. Whatever. It was called the Freshman fifteen for a reason and I __was__ a Freshman. <br><br> I'd distracted myself again. Ugh. Majors. The irreverent part of me battled the sensible part of me until the final moment when our declaration was finalized. <br><br> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_WentWith_crossroads">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <div id="major"> <br> I went with: <<crossroads #major>> <<path>> Business <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "Business">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value += 2>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <<path>> Dance <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "Dance">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value ++>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("Ballet2")>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballet3")>> <<elseif $CC.danceStyles.includes("Ballet1")>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballet2")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("HipHop1")>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("HipHop2")>> <<else>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("HipHop1")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("Contemporary1")>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Contemporary2")>> <<else>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Contemporary1")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("BallRoom1")>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballroom2")>> <<else>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballroom1")>> <</if>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <<path>> Pre-Law <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "Pre-Law">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value ++>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <<path>> Theatre <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "Theatre">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <<path>> Pre-Med <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "Pre-Med">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <<path>> History <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "History">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value += 2>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <br> I went with <<print $UN.major>>. <br><br> And then there were the decisions to be made about where to live the rest of college. Goodbye Freshman dorms, hello innumerable options. <div id="living"> <<crossroads #living>> <<path>> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> seemed more than keen on getting an off-campus apartment with me. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <br><br> I was stunned at how excited she was. And she turned out to be a stellar roommate. It was easy. It was simple. It was stable. <br><br> We had an understanding and an easy flow. We had our space and we didn't complicate things. It was awesome. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile is 1 and $CC.virgin is false>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living - Birth Control">> <<else>> Now, I could look forward to [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <</if>> <<path $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name !== $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> was already toying with the idea of us moving in together. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't dating her roommate. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <br><br> There was anxiety involved in taking the next step, but the access to affection and sex at all times was pretty lovely. Yeah, it also sucked when we fought or one of our jealousy radars got triggered, but that's relationships. <br><br> Sometimes he slept on the couch. Sometimes I was with friends. Sometimes my shit was packed. Or his. But, most of the time we were cozied up together. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile is 1 and $CC.virgin is false>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living - Birth Control">> <<else>> Now, I could look forward to [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <</if>> <<path $UN.rush is true>> Could live with the girls in the house. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't in a sorority. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <br><br> Oh man, it was an overwhelming, over-stimulating experience. Constant chatter and chirping, things happening. So much estrogen in a very confined place. <br><br> It was crazy, but it was also incredibly fun. The worst part? Besides the battles over guys, peacocking at all times, having to look cute and not having that much space...our cycles linking up. Bathrooms were in short supply every 28 fucking days. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 1 && $CC.virgin == false>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living - Birth Control">> <<else>> Now, I could look forward to [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <</if>> <<path>> And there was always living by myself. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value ++>> It was lonely, but it was also peaceful. I had more than enough space and I could take care of chores and responsibilities at my own pace. And have friends or bed friends over whenever I wanted. <br><br> I had my own little girl-cave and I //loved// it. <br><br> <<if $CC.fertile == 1 && $CC.virgin == false>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living - Birth Control">> <<else>> Now, I could look forward to [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> But the most damned pressing, life-altering decision to be made? I had been inseminated; Plan B. Cummed in: Caught a good day. Filled with jizz: Didn't take. But eventually crossing fingers couldn't compete against hungry sperm and ripe ova. I'd taken harder medication, but eventually I had to be up in stirrups and could only think how it could have been very end-of-the line for me. <div id="BC"> <<crossroads #BC>> <<path>> Was I really going to keep playing this Russian Roulette? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>> <br><br> Overall I'd been lucky and trusting myself with consistency on birth control struck me as just as unlikely as my consistency with not ending up creampied. No. I stood firm. <br><br><br> Resolved, I looked towards [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <<path>> Or was I going to get onto birth control? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value -->> <br><br> I...had enough of the sleepless nights, tears and calendar counting. And late night almost texts to guys. /* MIRA TODO : Phone Text Opp Here, no content yet */ I needed to get onto something. <<set $CC.fertile = 0>> <br><br> After looking at all of the options, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>> <br><br><br> With a sigh of relief, I could look towards [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <</crossroads>> I shuddered as I considered the side effect of weight gain, that mirror in my room mocking me. </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <div id="break"> Spring Break not only meant a break from school (so that we could ignore the impending finals and term papers on the other side), but was mostly just an excuse to head out to the beach and get crazy. And having heard stories my //entire// life about Spring Break, I had to know going into it that ''anything'' could happen. It was going to be drunk debauchery and I couldn't necessarily ensure that I was always in control. It was a time to let loose and just let life happen. Have fun and drop all inhibitions. <<crossroads #break>> <<path>> So, I did. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value ++>> <br><br> This year's was down on the white, sandy beaches of Pensacola. It wasn't some far off, exotic location, but it was cheap and a place to party. <br><br> All of the sororities and fraternities had their houses clustered together, just like Greek Row back at school. <<if $UN.GDI == true>>And despite her other allegiances, <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> threw in with me so that I wouldn't have to bunk with some creeps. Roomies 4 lyfe.<<else>>So, I got a room amongst the other <<print $UN.greek>> girls in what was (rightly) called the <<print $UN.greek>> house.<</if>> We'd barely begun settling in when we heard guys cheering down on the beach. <<linkexpand "Did they even pack?">> <br><br><br> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>> <<outfit smallbikini>> <<else>> <<outfit bikini>> <</if>> I threw on a bikini and quickly hustled down, just as eager to not waste a moment as everyone else. The guys from Phi Delt had found a piece of driftwood and taken some stones to form a makeshift beer pong table. The red Solo cups were in place and it looks like they were setting up for their //second// game. Man, these guys did not fuck around. <br><br> Hustling my cute self down there, I grinned broadly as the guys checked me out, "Hey there, jump in." A shirtless guy in board shorts shifting aside to let me take his place. <br><br> A little wiggle of my hips to distract my opponents as I grabbed the plastic ball, already sandy and sticky from beer, and aimed down the table. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3 && $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> I breathed deeply, feeling the buzz of the beer really settling in. My mouth was crunchy from the remnants of the beach that had made its way into the cups. I felt my tits jiggle as I leaned forward, cleavage on full display, focused and locked-in. One. Cup. Remaining. <br><br> The girls were milling around the table, less interested in playing than being around the guys, drinking at their own pace and giving me dirty eyes for acting like one of the guys. Whatever. We were winning. <br><br><br> I bounced the ball against the rough 'table' and heard the heckling from the other end of the table, "Come on, just miss it and get it over with." I flexed my knees, planted my feet and launched, my full body a part of the motion. <br><br> The guys cheered, my partner -- some guy that seemed to totally ignore leg day -- lifted me up like a toy, putting me on his shoulder and starting to bounce me. We had just cleared all the competition in a shut out, thanks to my keen eye. I laughed and wobbled, not entirely certain of how drunk he was or how careful he'd be. <br><br> But we made it down the beach in a little circle around the driftwood table on my 'throne' of his shoulder, beer pong ringer. <<else>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<addBody Darryl M "Darryl, Phi Delt after losing beer pong on Spring Break">> I breathed deeply, one hand catching the edge of the driftwood as I wobbled, my brain emulating the nearby ocean, swaying and surging. I sputtered again, trying to clear the sandy crust that made my mouth so crunchy. I'd been drinking a ton and all the cups were full of sediment. <br><br> I felt my tits jiggle as I leaned forward, cleavage on full display. I flicked my head back and forth, hair swaying, tits bouncing once more as I tried to clear my head and focus. One. Cup. Remaining...of ours. I sputtered again, chin inching forward as I tried to squint and get locked-in. <br><br> The girls were milling about the table and I hear their chattering, mocking me in hushed tones while they interested themselves more in the guys than the game. Whatever. I needed to win. We weren't, but I needed to. <br><br> I bounced the ball against the rough 'table' and it didn't come back to my hand. It spun forward, tapping down the table and bumping against the full stack of Solo cups. "Oh. Niiice." Came one of the girls. Welp, not a great way to impress straight out of the gates. <br><br><br> The other guys cheered, giving each other five as one stepped up, settled in and easily sank our remaining cup. My partner gave me a firm smack on my ass and pushed me over towards the far end of the table, "Kay, I'll handle this one." <br><br> He pounded the one that they sunk as I started to try to chug down our obligation: all nine that remained. "Faster...we got another round coming." Another smack on my ass as the guy who just beat me, nudged the bottom of the solo cup and beer gushed down my throat and down my neck and body. <br><br> I coughed, nodding as I put the empty down and grabbed the next. "Here." My partner -- some guy that seemed to totally ignore leg day -- grabbed the cup from my hand, "Sorry guys." And began pouring the remaining seven into the one in his hand. Then he casually grabbed me and flipped me over his shoulder. <br><br> I yelped and giggled, he patted my ass as he carried me off the beach and back to the Phi Delt house. It was empty with all the guys on the beach and he made sure I finished the cup, but was in a rush, fingers toying with my bikini while I gulped down the shitty piss beer. <br><br> "You're not very good at beer pong." <br><br> I laughed and shook my head, using a finger to try and skim the sandy layer from the top. <br><br> "What's your name?" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "Darryl." He smiled as he moved in to kiss me. <br><br> Missing leg day wasn't that big of a deal once he was on top of me. He looked gorgeous from what I could see, thrusting over me on the couch. <<if $CC.virgin == true>> <<set $CC.virgin = false>> <<set $CC.vCard = "Darryl, Phi Delt on Spring Break">> <br><br> And that's how I lost my virginity. I regret it, in retrospect but I knew Spring Break had a lot of risks. That was one of them. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br><br> <<link "Bonfire">><<replace "#break" t8n>> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>> <<outfit smallbikini>> <<else>> <<outfit bikini>> <</if>> <<scrollIntoView>> When the sun set, despite the rules against it <<if $CC.hsv == "beach">>-- it pained my lifeguard heart --<</if>> the guys piled up wood and paper and old textbooks and made a bonfire down on our end of the beach. <br><br> As dusk settled, you could see the fires dotting down the beach -- not just our school, but also where the other colleges had ended up. It was kind of like a sleepaway camp mixer: some people ditched our 'camp' to go mingle and find...friends...from other schools. <br><br> We'd been drinking all day and nightfall didn't change anything about that. The buzz or drunk carried right on forward as more beer-filled coolers were dropped onto the powdery beach. <br><br> You could feel the sunburn of the day baking in against the heat of the fire. I could feel the chafe of the sand in my bikini and the dryness of my skin. Partying constantly was brutal on the body. <br><br> The sunset was gorgeous, sipping my beer as I sat on a towel and looked out over the waves. Some of the guys were out in the water horsing around, and while I didn't have tons of energy for that...the water did look refreshing. <br><br> "Wanna join me out there?" Gesturing with my bottle to <<if $UN.greek>><<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>><</if>>. <br><br> "Nah, I'm good. I'm gonna pass out soon. Make sure I'm still on this towel when you get back." I laughed and nodded, padding down towards the lapping, luscious waves. <br><br> The guys saw me coming and hooted, "Come on, <<print $CC.name>>! The water's fine!" I rolled my eyes and held my beer aloft while wading my way out to them. <br><br> "Alright! Now we can do a proper game of chicken!" <br><br> "What?!" I laughed, shaking my head. <br><br> "Pick your steed, <<print $CC.name>>." One of the guys...Eli? pointed to himself and...Nico? <br><br> I sighed and motioned to Nico, pounding down my beer and laughing into the lip of the bottle as Nico grabbed me and pulled me onto his shoulders. <br><br> There were no other girls, I was thinking, who's going to...oh. Yeah, he was smaller, but guy versus girl in a contest like this? I was fucked. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3 && $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 2>> We stumbled forward, Nico losing his footing on the sandbar, the weight of the water nearly toppling us before we began. <br><br> I leaned forward, my lower stomach and pubic bone pressing against the back of his neck. I curled my feet around him under his armpits. He gripped my thighs as we made contact. <br><br> I twisted and grabbed at him, even with one hand useless except for holding this damn bottle, I was able to hold my own. His fingers grabbed at the strings of my bikini. Whether on purpose or just because they were there, I don't know, but I swatted them away, grabbing at his wrists and wrenching. <br><br> The strength of my core proved the deciding factor and I toppled the son of a bitch. A deep, guttural roar blasted from my throat to the star-filled sky as I watched him trying to get his head back above the tide. <br><br> I raised my eyebrows in a 'for a girl' look and flipped him off with my beer hand as my other hand was ensuring that -- yep -- bikini made it through. <br><br> Nico dumped me into the water without warning. I glared him down but he shrugged and we began to wrestle out there, kicking under the crests and squirming away from each other. <br><br> A playful and pointless little game of catch. Sometimes yanked underneath the surface all of a sudden, sometimes doing my best Michael Phelps to get away from a pursuer. <br><br> My bottle lost somewhere to the ocean, my body absolutely exhausted, but my skin -- if salty -- was cooled off. <br><br> I came back to my towel and gave her a little kick, waking her from a drunken slumber and motioning that we should head back to the house. <<else>> We stumbled forward, Nico losing his footing on the sandbar, the weight of the water nearly toppling us before we began. <br><br> I leaned forward, my lower stomach and pubic bone pressing against the back of his neck. I curled my feet around him under his armpits. He gripped my thighs as we made contact. <br><br> I twisted and grabbed at him, even with one hand useless except for holding this damn bottle, I was able to hold my own. His fingers grabbed at the strings of my bikini. Whether on purpose or just because they were there, I don't know, but I swatted them away, grabbing at his wrists and wrenching. <br><br> But. He was a dude and I was a girl and I couldn't outmatch him. We had too much wobble, I had too much for him to get grip on. <br><br> It all ended with a high-pitched yell as my top came <<link "off">><<bra>><</link>>. Half-trying to keep it on, half-trying to fight and still trying to maintain a beer in my hand and I went down. <br><br> My arms and legs churned as I tried to surface. Shit, underwater is scary when you're surprised...and drunk. And then I reached the surface, gasping out and trying to clutch an arm across myself as I waited for the salt water to stop stinging my eyes. <br><br> Where was my fucking top? Ugh. It was too dark. I shook my head, glaring at the kid and all the guys were grinning ear to ear. <br><br> Then I was underwater again, yanked below the surface by -- a shark? No, just Nico. I coughed up water that had gotten in my lungs in the surprised gasp that had accompanied my dunking. I flipped him off and he shrugged. We began to wrestle out there, kicking under the crests and squirming away from each other. <br><br> A playful and pointless little game of catch. Sometimes yanked underneath the surface all of a sudden, sometimes doing my best Michael Phelps to get away from a pursuer. <br><br> My bottle lost somewhere to the ocean along with my top, my body absolutely exhausted, but my skin -- if salty -- was cooled off. I was too tired to care at this point and even as the bonfire lit up my bouncing tits and got a round of cheers, I just headed back towards where <<if $UN.greek>><<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>><</if>> was. <br><br> I gave her a little kick, waking her from a drunken slumber and motioning that we should head back to the house. She was too groggy and half-asleep to notice me being topless and I was happy for the blessing. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<link "Lazy Nights">><<replace "#break" t8n>> <<scrollIntoView>> <<if $UN.greek>> <<outfit $UN.greek>> <<else>> <<outfit default>> <</if>> <<scrollIntoView>> After a few days, even the most party of the partiers was completely worn out. Guys sat around and played poker or played Switch. Girls played 'hostess' and made the houses as homey as they could be with snacks and food. <br><br> We all were slathering each other in aloe, hoping that it tan and not peel. <br><br> We found whatever ways to keep occupied as even the shine of drinking had started to lose its luster. <br><br> "Never. Have. I. Ever." <<if $UN.greek>><<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>><</if>> had a devilish twinkle in her eye. She had one hand raised with her fingers extended. <br><br> "Ugh. I can't drink any more." Cam voicing what everyone else was thinking. <br><br> "Strip then?" It was that kid and his shit-eating grin from the other night and chicken. Of course he would. The girls glared him down. <br><br> "It'd be funny as hell to see your candy-cane ass, but no. I think not." I raised my hand as well. "Never have I ever..." I dropped my head against the cushion of the couch, thinking. <<if $CC.hsv == "home">>"Fucked myself with a piece of food."<<else>>"Masturbated in front of someone else."<</if>> <br><br> "Really?" <<if $UN.greek>><<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>><</if>> dropped a finger. <br><br> And so it went. <<if visited("HS008 - PromNightSex") && $HS.promDate == "Seven">> We all laughed and poked at each other when we came up with some dirty little secret. Some of them you could tell were set-ups, others were flyers that happened to hit home. <br><br> You could see the heat rushing to peoples faces as they revealed something they hadn't planned on ever saying. Hearing the raucous laughter as they told the story. It was a weird little respite of just talking about craziness rather than doing crazy stuff. <br><br> And then... <br><br> "Holy shit, <<print $CC.name>>." Everyone was floored when I talked about what had happened at Prom. I could see the shift in the way they were looking at me. <br><br> I tried to chuckle it off, but that had been my third full hand of fingers. Maybe I was crazy, putting all these partiers to shame. I went too far? I did too much? <br><br> I bit my lower lip and my eyes shied away from everyone and let my fingernails dig into my palms as I listened to the game find its center again and get back on track. <br><br> Maybe I should recalibrate too? Take a little more consideration before just off and doing something? <<elseif $HS.addictionLv gt 2>> We all laughed and poked at each other when we came up with some dirty little secret. Some of them you could tell were set-ups, others were flyers that happened to hit home. <br><br> You could see the heat rushing to peoples faces as they revealed something they hadn't planned on ever saying. Hearing the raucous laughter as they told the story. It was a weird little respite of just talking about craziness rather than doing crazy stuff. <br><br> "You've actually taken that shit?" They were stunned. <br><br> "That could kill you. <br><br> "That's //addictive//." I rolled my eyes and poo-poo'd it away. The Wow's petered off, and then that kid asked, "How'd it feel?" And I smiled at him and leaned in close, whispering about the body-feel of that high. <br><br> I wonder if he ever tried it, but I think he just wanted me close, breathing into his ear. <<elseif $bodies.length gt 30>> We all laughed and poked at each other when we came up with some dirty little secret. Some of them you could tell were set-ups, others were flyers that happened to hit home. <br><br> You could see the heat rushing to peoples faces as they revealed something they hadn't planned on ever saying. Hearing the raucous laughter as they told the story. It was a weird little respite of just talking about craziness rather than doing crazy stuff. <br><br> "Whoahh...I just said that number like...as a joke." I frowned at the kid, letting the offense burn into him pointedly. "Not. Not like...judging. It's. Just a number." <br><br> "Exactly." But I could feel the air mixing weirdly, cold as ice from the girls, and the heat from the guys as they looked at me as an easy target. <br><br> I put that last finger down and thought. It was a number, right? It didn't matter. <<elseif $CC.virgin == true>> We all laughed and poked at each other when we came up with some dirty little secret. Some of them you could tell were set-ups, others were flyers that happened to hit home. <br><br> You could see the heat rushing to peoples faces as they revealed something they hadn't planned on ever saying. Hearing the raucous laughter as they told the story. It was a weird little respite of just talking about craziness rather than doing crazy stuff. <br><br> The game puttered to a full stop, "Ugh, boring <<print $CC.name>>." Some of the guys and girls had re-entered the game and lost again in the time it took for people to try and come up with things that I //had// done. <br><br> I felt embarassed, which is weird in retrospect because I //hadn't// done crazy things. But at the time it really hurt. <br><br> And it made sense, this was a time and a bunch of people who were at Spring Break for a crazy time. <<else>> Right in the middle of the pack with everyone else. We all laughed and poked at each other when we came up with some dirty little secret. Some of them you could tell were set-ups, others were flyers that happened to hit home. <br><br> You could see the heat rushing to peoples faces as they revealed something they hadn't planned on ever saying. Hearing the raucous laughter as they told the story. It was a weird little respite of just talking about craziness rather than doing crazy stuff. <</if>> <br><br><br> There was so much drunkenness. There was so much debauchery. Hangover started to feel like a normal state. We were dangerously dehydrated but we didn't care. We were young. We were invincible and there were very few [[Spring Breaks|UN009 - Summers]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>>. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> <<if $UN.GDI or $UN.notFirst>>So, I enjoyed the calm and quiet of an empty campus with a few friends.<<else>>I decided to take the social knock and skip out on the Greek craziness of it all.<</if>> <<blocked>> $CC.name is too into the GreekLyfe. <<contents>> <<if $UN.GDI or $UN.notFirst>><<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value -->><</if>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <br><br> College was enough fun for me, and it wasn't like I was being invited out with the frats and sororities to the sand. <br><br> We felt like kings and queens of college -- which was a nice change of pace. Nothing commanded our attention or time and so we mostly would... <<crossroads #break>> <<path>> lay out on the quad... <<contents>> It felt like we had our own little slice of heaven. Manicured and tree-lined lawns: an exclusive park. Most of the time we'd hang out together, throw some towels down on the main quad, but there was so much space that sometimes I just found my own corner to be fully alone. <br><br> A cursory look around and I <<link "started">><<feet>><</link>> <<link "stripping">><<upper>><</link>> <<link "down">><<lower>><</link>>. Why get <<link "tanlines">><<set _nude = true>><<panties>><<bra>><<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++>><</link>> if you didn't have to? The sun warmed my bare skin as I maneuvered onto the towel. Oh, god this was nice. Back first? Yeah. <br><br> With a sigh, I kicked my feet up, letting them sway. The heat on my soles as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth. Not realizing that slowly, I was falling <<linkexpand "asleep.">> asleep. <br><br><br> <<waiting 2.5s>> <<timed 2.5s>> I jerked up, something triggered in my brain. I hadn't meant to fall asleep. How long had I been out? Seconds? Minutes? I sat up, feeling my body jiggle in response to the quick movement. <br><br> I patted my skin, testing to see how it reacted to the pressure. Was I burned? <br><br> "You can't just be doing that..." I froze. <br><br> The voice was male. Off to my left, slightly gruff and sounded local. Carefully, as if sudden movement would reveal me, I turned my head and saw the campus groundskeeper. Rake in hand, he looked over my <<if _nude == true>>fully bare<<else>>slightly covered<</if>> body. It kind of surprised me at how unaffected he was by what he was seeing. "I'm so sorry." I looked around urgently for my clothes. <br><br> "You can't just come onto campus and use it, missy." He shook the end of his rake at me. <br><br> "Oh. I //go// here." I smiled and tried to wave away the 'problem'. <br><br> His jaw ground a bit, side to side. "Oh." He thought. "Still...this isn't...''private''." <br><br> I shrugged and smiled, nothing I could do to revoke what he had seen, so I tried to play it off, "Thought everyone was gone." <br><br> "Well, people work here, missy." Wow, he was really unphased. Or just expressionless. Or...gay? <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> I shrugged again and leaned back on my elbows, thighs a bit more spread than before. "I'm not hurting anyone." And either he agreed, enjoyed the view, or didn't want to escalate the situation knowing the self-importance of college kids and protectiveness of parents. <br><br> I heard him raking as I arched my back, presenting my tits to the sky, needing to even out the tan. Did he seem to be taking longer than was necessary? Eh, who cares. <br><br> I pulled out my phone and snapped a couple of pictures -- tastefully framed of course -- to potentially post or share with the kids who went out to the beaches of Pensacola. <br><br><br> When they came back from Spring Break, I had a better, deeper and more even tan than the best of them, and I had found a spot that I was excited to use. For many [[reasons|UN009 - Summers]]. <<else>> /* TODO linkexpand outfit towel */ I nodded, admonished and not exactly keen on being so on display for grounds crew, or potentially even people wandering the campus -- I hadn't considered that. I gathered my clothes and pulled them against me, wrapped my towel around me and hobbled awkwardly off back to my dorm, "Sorry." <br><br><br> I had gotten burned, in many ways, and decided to keep my laying out to be with friends who could watch out for me. And not just strip down. An awkward moment, but I don't think I ever saw the groundskeeper [[again|UN009 - Summers]]. <</if>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> ...or get outside the bubble into the city <<contents>> <<outfit club>> We did escape rooms and other 'town' activities. We went out to restaurants that were far better than dining on campus -- and in most cases, cheaper. But most importantly, we got to try a bunch of bars and clubs that were more exclusive when other kids were around, or just too overwhelmed with people to even want to show up. <br><br> So a quick little ride-share downtown and we dropped out onto an //empty// sidewalk in front of "Dirty Little Secret" and the bouncer barely even registered us walking up and past him. Damn, it was great to be a girl. <br><br> Inside, the music pumped through backlit speakers that ran from floor to ceiling. Laser lights lazily swung over the assembled from above the dropped LED ceiling. Girls manned the bar, wearing black thong leotards and push-up bras. <br><br> Despite being a hot spot, it seemed like maybe college crews were the typical attendees. While there were people milling about, heads bobbing slightly to the baseline, there was space. And there was definitely a disparity between the genders. Men in tight shirts and ball caps dominated the scene and there eyes were not only going over the bare asses and cleavage of the employees, but over every new pair of legs that walked in. <br><br> When we arrived, they descended. We laughed and smiled, trying to kindly push through and away -- this wasn't our first rodeo. You had to manage to not be easy prey, but also not offend them because who knew if they'd be the one buying you drinks in a few minutes. We used our female companions as a shield, pulling each other through like soldiers on the battlefield giving each other cover. <br><br> "Just a sec!" <br><br> "Y-yeah, lemme just..." <br><br> "What did you say Eve?!" <br><br> "I'm just going..." <br><br> And then we were through! We cheered as we assembled by the bar, chattering away excitedly at getting inside. We watched one of the performers: a girl decked out in a kind of...cosplay? White fabric fashioned as wings, bodice and garters displaying her skin and tattoos, and it appeared it was less a performance and more eye candy. No wonder the guys always wanted to go here. <br><br> We grabbed an initial round, taking a protective position at the bar to scope out the opportunities, switching roles to potential predators and surveying the quarry. We leaned in close, giggling as we picked apart the male species from afar. <br><br> "Hey. You're hot. Wanna make some cash?" I turned, confused. It was a woman speaking and not some guy propositioning me. <br><br> "Uh what?" <br><br> Louder: "You. Want. To. Make. Some. Cash?" She was making a martini, the conversation not affecting her abilities one iota as she gave me a 'don't be an idiot, say yes.' raised eyebrow. <<crossroads #break>> <<path>> //Yes//? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> "Smart girl. Head on that way." She pointed back behind the bar where there was a guy nodding over to her by a set of doors. He waved me over. Oh, so she had been a shill. What had I gotten into? <br><br> I moved away from my friends who were fully involved in the men, figuring I was moving away for good reason. "Uh, hey." I smiled, offering my hand to the guy. He was had slicked back hair and a professional demeanor. <br><br> "Hey, come on back." He pushed one of the swinging doors ajar and motioned me to enter. It was a small office with some mirrors and lights where likely the girls got ready before their shift. An assortment of bags and 'normal' clothes were pushed into piles underneath the small 'vanity'. <br><br> "So, uh. What's going on?" <br><br> His eyebrows popped, "Never been here before? Ring the bell?" <br><br> "No. It doesn't." <br><br> "No, that's what it's called. Here. Strip down." He motioned for me to take my clothes off and I was shocked at his casualness. But there was no sexualization either. I looked at him for a moment and he looked at me. I think he was deciding whether I was worth the effort of if they should try again. <br><br> "It's easy cash. As easy as you want it to be. Simple competition. Think of it like Amateur night. You've seen the girls out there?" I nodded, "You against them. Up on the stage. They like you? They pay and they ring the bell. They like them? Well, it'll be pretty quiet." <br><br> "What do I do?" <br><br> "Whatever you want." <br><br> "What's in it for the girls?" <br><br> "They keep their jobs." He laughed and motioned for me to strip down again. <br><br> "So I get a leotard?" He frowned and laughed, shaking his head, "Well. Fine. Then I'll compete like this." <br><br> "Fine. Your funeral." I flipped him the bird. He laughed. I opened the doors, heading onto the <<link "stage">><<replace "#break">> One of the girls was holding a "Ring the Bell" sign over her head. The guys were cheering. My friends were confused as they watched me mount the stage. The DJ kicked into a new song, pulling the mic tight to his lips, "What's the name of tonight's dirty little secret?" The guys cheered again. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>!" I called out over the music. <br><br> He didn't hear me. Not sure many people did. I felt awkward up on that stage, all eyes on me. Not really sure what to do. I saw some of the girls who were doing bottle service coming over to the bar, smacking their asses and inviting cat calls. <br><br> "Wearing the most I've seen for a secret in a while." The DJ laughed into his mic. The mocking had begun. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 2>> I got into the music, I started to dance. While I was wearing more than these other girls, a little black dress can flash revealing if you want it to. And I made sure it did. <br><br> I hinted at my ass. The skin of my legs was on display. I moved in ways to emphasize my female attributes and began hearing the responses and a couple bell chimes. I'm pretty sure it was my friends encouraging me and starting things off. <br><br> "That's a start..." came that fucking DJ, "but I think we still prefer our secrets, don't we?" Oh, so they called the girls secrets. Cute. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 3 || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> Despite my resistance in the back room, I let my fingers drop one strap, then the other. In sync with my dancing, and then with a firm stomp, the dress <<linkreplace "fell...">> <<upper>> fell off, fluttering down my legs and collecting at my feet. <br><br> I grinned proudly on display into the blinding lights and darkness of the dance floor. I heard the cheers rising up, the dinging of the bell and the DJ, "Well. Well. Well. That's more like what we're used to. Isn't it?" <br><br> <<if $Body.braless == true>> "Oh-ho-ho." Came the surprised chuckle over the mic as my bare tits were freed. "Didn't expect that, did we?" The bell was ringing and I was giving a solid dead-eye seriousness as I continued to sway and move, feeling stripper-like in that moment. It was strangely hot and empowering. And difficult. <br><br> <<if $Commando == true>>"She came ready to get naked, didn't she?" The roar was louder than the music. That I was just in heels, my full body on display was not a common sight, it appeared. I could see a knowing smile from the guy who had brought me into the fold, now understanding why I hadn't made this my go-to state.<</if>> <<include "UN009 - Spring Break_Bell">> <<else>> <<include "UN009 - Spring Break_Bell">> <</if>> <</linkreplace>> <<else>> I felt the pressure mounting to take my clothes off. But I wasn't a stripper. I had no desire to trade my decency for the pleasure and visual entertainment of these randos. I wasn't even getting paid. <br><br> So I ignored the DJ and continued my cute little dance until one of the girls came and hip checked me, sending me stumbling off the stage. Luckily, I didn't break anything. But she was laughing. The crowd was laughing, and the show as over. <br><br><br> I went over to collect my earnings and found out I hadn't hit the threshold, so I came away empty-handed. I wasn't interested in being a target all night, so I wanted to leave. The girls let me. Alone. [[Disappointed|UN009 - Summers]]. <</if>> <<else>> That was it. I dismounted the stage and flipped him the bird. We were also summarily escorted out of the venue but I wasn't too happy. <br><br><br> My friends asked why I would have gone up there and didn't I know and told me I had done a shitty job. But I was already pissed. I let them bitch til we got back, then I iced them out for the next [[few days|UN009 - Summers]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> //Can I have one of those//? <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> She rolled her eyes and nodded, passing me another drink. I spent the night watching different performances on the stage, from the elegant burlesque-esque talent to pole dancers. There wasn't much dancing surprisingly, and we decided to stay away from the sausage fest that was around us. <br><br><br> We got drunk and had a great evening, though I was the first one to roll my eyes from then on whenever someone mentioned the [[place|UN009 - Summers]]. <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> ...just chilling, relaxing and catching up on school work. <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <div id="bell"> /* TODO Mira - here's a place that has gated options based on traits and skills */ It was clear this was time to shine. To find some way to get the bell ringing. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <<link "Myself">><<replace "#bell">> I dropped, knees spread, popping my pussy and hearing the cheers rise. Oh, just you wait boys. <br><br> I let my hand slide over my body like 'look at me,' 'don't you want this?' I squeezed one of my breasts, giving my nipple a little tweak as my popping slowed in tempo. And then my hand dropped lower, over my stomach to where I was certain all eyes were looking. <br><br> Patting my slit, I felt the shocks thrumming through my system as I saw even the girls turning to look at me. And then my finger pushed in, finding the softness inside. My hand cupped my crotch as the delicate muscles of my hand worked, one finger back and forth, in and out as I felt the rush of being seen by so many people at once. <br><br> By my friends. Fuck, what were they thinking now. How would I look at them later? <br><br> The bell was ringing, though. <br><br> Oh, god this felt good. While the contact of my ass on the floor made me wonder how often it was cleaned, the pleasure and excitement was enough for me to dismiss it for the moment. One hand moving like I was in bed and alone, the other groping and feeling <<if $Body.tits == "huge">>the weight of my tits on my chest. I felt like Cassie in Euphoria right now and had the chest to match.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>the size and heft of my tits. I made them bounce and jiggle, they were eye candy and worth emphasizing.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">> the sizeable handfuls on my chest, enjoying their firmness and resistance to my movements.<<elseif $Body.tits == "small">> my small peaks, mostly tweaking and grabbing at the hints of tits that I had.<</if>> My back arched, my brow furrowed as my palm pressed to my clit and my fingers dug at the ridges of my g-spot. My toes pressed down into my heels, bracing myself as the pleasure mounted. <br><br> I added a second finger, enjoying the spread and fullness inside me. Spots started to appear in front of my eyes, though I couldn't tell if that was the after image of the lights or the impending orgasm. <br><br> And then my thighs were rippling, tits bouncing and my hips jerking up and down uncontrollably. My moan couldn't be heard over the musical din, but everyone knew what was going on. Blood was pounding in my skull, pleasure rushing through my body and I wondered how much the bell was ringing and how loud the cheer had gotten while all I could hear was my rapid heartbeat. <br><br> I came down, I dropped back, panting and staring up at the lofted ceiling, my hand slowly teasing out the aftershocks and I could hear the hooting of the guys and the ringing of the bell. <br><br> Came: a win. Rang the bell: a win. Now to collect my winnings. I shivered as I rolled forward and lifted up, grabbing my clothes and waving in awkward post-coital realization to the crowd while locating where the women's room was. <br><br> There was no realistic way for me to make my way to the bathroom through the throngs of men without being accosted, and given how good I felt at the moment, I just tried to ignore it as I pressed through the goons. <br><br> I gasped out and pressed into the eager hands replacing where mine had been. Fuck that felt good. Gross they would do it, but nghhh. I pushed them away, though my body cried out for more. Most were more respectful and just got a hand on my ass or body. The catcalls were coming, all 'compliments' until I made it to the sanctuary of the women's bathroom and got dressed. <br><br> A deep sigh, collecting myself and I exited looking for the girl with the bell sign. <br><br> "Kay. I came to collect." <br><br> She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek, "Didn't meet the quota, but nice try." <br><br> I fumed. But now I noticed that my friends weren't really making eye contact with me. Small, polite smiles as I tried to join the crew but they found ways to make exits, either to go dance, or go home. I got the hint and made my own way out. <br><br> They got over it eventually and it certainly became a story, but the rest of Spring Break was awkward and quite [[lonely|UN009 - Summers]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> A <<link "guy">><<replace "#bell">> There were some chairs along the back of the stage and I sauntered over to one, hips swinging, my eyes scanning the crowd -- I couldn't see anyone, just dark forms and oppressive lights. <br><br> The chair's feet scraped across the stage performatively as I made my way back front and center and gave a come hither curl of my finger. I had //no// idea who I was beckoning, but they were onstage soon enough: a greasy-hair guy that looked straight out of Jersey Shore. <br><br> He'd have to do. I pushed him into the chair, using all my memory of strippers in movies and television and then dropped in front of him, touching the floor, lifting my ass and presenting myself to him. <br><br> The crowd went wild. The DJ encouraged the fuck out of me as I planted my ass against his lap, leaning back against him and arching my back. His hands were on me far too fast, ruining what I had planned, but I had to roll with it. <br><br> As his hand eagerly found my pussy and groped <<if $Body.tits == "huge">>the weight of my tits on my chest. I felt like Cassie in Euphoria right now and had the chest to match.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>the size and heft of my tits. He made them bounce and jiggle, they were eye candy and worth emphasizing.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">> the sizeable handfuls on my chest, enjoying their firmness and resistance to our movements.<<elseif $Body.tits == "small">> my small peaks, mostly tweaking and grabbing at the hints of tits that I had.<</if>> Two fingers stuffed inside me -- again, too fast, eager beaver -- but I craned my neck to breathe hotly into his ear. He turned to match me and we were making out as I ground slowly against his cock. His fingers dug back and forth mildly pleasant, but focused on the in-out rather than actually doing anything. <br><br> Our tongues intertwined slowly and for people to see as I moved my hips and felt his rigid meat under his pants. Then, as kindly as I could, I pulled his hand from between my thighs and flipped a leg up and over, turning to face him. He grabbed my face and we were making out, my pussy pressed against his cock, his sticky fingers digging into my ass as I tried to give him a lap dance but he wasn't letting me lead. <br><br> I felt his hand moving to his zipper and I intercepted him. Just a show, not a fuck, dude. My hand slid his up to my tits and gave him a few more moments of teasing until the song thankfully transitioned out. <br><br> Lifting up abruptly, I grinned and gave him a kiss on the lips. He tried to pull me down and I gave him a wink. He responded with a smack to my ass. <br><br> Now to collect my winnings. I grabbed my clothes -- trying to ignore the guy grabbing me -- and waved to the crowd while locating where the women's room was. <br><br> There was no realistic way for me to make my way to the bathroom through the throngs of men without being accosted, and given how good I felt at the moment, I just tried to ignore it as I pressed through the goons. <br><br> I gasped out and pressed into the eager hands replacing where his had been. Fuck that felt good. Gross they would do it, but nghhh. I pushed them away, though my body cried out for more. Most were more respectful and just got a hand on my ass or body. The catcalls were coming, all 'compliments' until I made it to the sanctuary of the women's bathroom and got dressed. <br><br> A deep sigh, collecting myself and I exited looking for the girl with the bell sign. <br><br> "Kay. I came to collect." <br><br> She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek, "Didn't meet the quota, but nice try." <br><br> I fumed. But now I noticed that my friends weren't really making eye contact with me. Small, polite smiles as I tried to join the crew but they found ways to make exits, either to go dance, or go home. I got the hint and made my own way out. <br><br> They got over it eventually and it certainly became a story, but the rest of Spring Break was awkward and quite [[lonely|UN009 - Summers]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <br> One of the <<link "girls">><<replace "#bell">> I looked over to one of the girls that were up on the stage with me -- there to compare -- a pretty little redhead that, under the light had caked on makeup and was probably in her thirties and not the twenties she was trying to be. I pulled her over to me. The crowd hooted and she looked mildly surprised. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> I could see her considering me as she slowly accepted my pull. We were back mid-stage and I leaned in, hands sliding up to cradle her head. <br><br> And we were making out. Her hands found my hips and pulled me close as my tongue pressed deeper. <br><br> You could hear the expected response of men seeing two women going at it. I wondered how my friends were responding. <br><br> My hand dropped between her thighs and she broke the kiss with a shake of her head. She used the purchase on my hips to flip me around and her hands split: one up, one down. <br><br> I shuddered as she began to move her fingers back and forth across my mound, rippling shocks of pleasure through my clit. The right hand groped <<if $Body.tits == "huge">>the weight of my tits on my chest. I felt like Cassie in Euphoria right now and had the chest to match.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>the size and heft of my tits. He made them bounce and jiggle, they were eye candy and worth emphasizing.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">> the sizeable handfuls on my chest, enjoying their firmness and resistance to our movements.<<elseif $Body.tits == "small">> my small peaks, mostly tweaking and grabbing at the hints of tits that I had.<</if>> <br><br> I was displayed, presented to the audience as she kept me still with the promise of pleasure. My chin lifted as the sensations grew. I felt the way she manipulated my body and there was a fascinating realization that this was how //she// masturbated. This is what worked for her. <br><br> Bodies, especially women's, are all so different. Still, this felt <<shake 3s>>good<</shake>>. I think I was yelping plaintively like a puppy, but not able to be heard over the music. My thighs trembled, my calves strained to stay upright in my heels and then I came. <br><br> Tits bouncing and my hips jerking up and down uncontrollably, My scream of pleasure couldn't be heard over the musical din, but everyone knew what was going on. Blood was pounding in my skull, pleasure rushing through my body and I wondered how much the bell was ringing and how loud the cheer had gotten while all I could hear was my rapid heartbeat. <br><br> I came down, I dropped back, panting and staring up at the lofted ceiling, her hand giving a 'good girl' smack between my legs that nearly made me tumble and shocked me out of my reverie. The cloud of orgasm immediately dissipating into the hooting of the guys and the ringing of the bell. <br><br> Came: a win. Rang the bell: a win. I turned to give her a thank you kiss, but she was gone. Okay...wow. Wham-bam, I guess. <br><br> Now to collect my winnings. I shivered as leaned down, grabbing my clothes and waving in awkward post-coital realization to the crowd while locating where the women's room was. <br><br> There was no realistic way for me to make my way to the bathroom through the throngs of men without being accosted, and given how good I felt at the moment, I just tried to ignore it as I pressed through the goons. <br><br> I gasped out and pressed into the eager hands replacing where hers had been. Fuck that felt good. Gross they would do it, but nghhh. I pushed them away, though my body cried out for more. Most were more respectful and just got a hand on my ass or body. The catcalls were coming, all 'compliments' until I made it to the sanctuary of the women's bathroom and got dressed. <br><br> A deep sigh, collecting myself and I exited looking for the girl with the bell sign. <br><br> "Kay. I came to collect." <br><br> She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek, "Didn't meet the quota, but nice try." <br><br> I fumed. But now I noticed that my friends weren't really making eye contact with me. Small, polite smiles as I tried to join the crew but they found ways to make exits, either to go dance, or go home. I got the hint and made my own way out. <br><br> They got over it eventually and it certainly became a story, but the rest of Spring Break was awkward and quite [[lonely|UN009 - Summers]]. <<else>> "What are you doing?" She yelled in my ear. <br><br> "Giving them a show." I yelled back. This felt ''weird''. Here I was, looking this way and just standing alit on the stage and having some conversation with this chick like we were just hanging out. I could feel the moment deflating. <br><br> "Yeah. //You// give them a show." She gave a catty 'fuck off' look and walked away, smiling proud and superior to the audience, a solid <<shake 2s>>crack<</shake>> of her hand across her bare ass. <br><br> The catcalling began. I felt like such an idiot. I quickly grabbed my clothes and hurried off the stage. I felt the hands grabbing at me and I tried to ignore them. There was no realistic way for me to make it unmolested. Hoots and catcalls came a plenty, all 'compliments' until I made it to the sanctuary of the women's bathroom and got dressed. <br><br> A deep sigh, collecting myself and I exited looking for the girl with the bell sign. <br><br> "Kay. I came to collect." <br><br> She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek, "Didn't meet the quota, but nice try." <br><br> I fumed. But it didn't matter. You couldn't tell in the hazy [[darkness|UN009 - Summers]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>? <</if>> <<else>> And...I don't think I was willing to actually go full-on stripper. Dirty Little Secrets was getting a free show out of me and that turned my stomach. <br><br> I smiled, waved and grabbed my clothes, dropping off the stage and heading to the bathroom. I felt the hands grabbing at me and I tried to ignore them. There was no realistic way for me to make it unmolested. Hoots and catcalls came a plenty, all 'compliments' until I made it to the sanctuary of the women's bathroom and got dressed. <br><br> A deep sigh, collecting myself and I exited looking for the girl with the bell sign. <br><br> "Kay. I came to collect." <br><br> She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek, "Didn't meet the quota, but nice try." <br><br> I fumed. But it didn't matter. You couldn't tell in the hazy [[darkness|UN009 - Summers]]. <</if>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit default>> <<print $CC.FName>> was gallivanting around with her boyfriend. She found him at college and was smitten by him. It was cute. But I missed her. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == true>> A couple times, I made plans with <<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>> and we'd take a trip to each other's towns and get a little slice of life of our big or little. <<else>> Sometimes I stuck around the area a bit longer than the others until I got kicked out for the summer. There wasn't much to do, but it was interesting to see the ghost town that the city became when all the college students left. It made me feel like an undercover agent on assignment and scouting intel. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $PG.boysSex == true>> With what happened when we said our goodbyes, my summers had a lot less Boys in them. I felt the tension, and I'm sure they did too, but we didn't talk about it. <br><br> Maybe they thought if they didn't say anything there was a chance it could happen again. It was so spontaneous, saying it out loud would kill my spontaneity. <br><br> I didn't bring it up because I was still wrestling -- still am! -- with how I felt about it. Why it had happened, why I had let it change things between us. <br><br> All I could remember is how easy and fun things were before. Sure there was the usual guy-girl sexual tension of adolescence, but we didn't let it go past 'show me yours.' And then we did. <br><br> When I did opt for uncomfortable encounters with the Boys as we tried to fall into the old habits of yesteryear -- games, shootin' the shit, eating pizza, smoking out -- but it didn't feel the same. <<print $CC.friend1>> was on his phone with some girl from college. Ethan pretended to be on his phone with his own crush. Andrew was just pissed and overzealous in trying to recreate the before times. It was sad. It was painful. I wondered if any of them -- if I -- would end up being a Townie. If I had to put money on it, it would be Drew. <br><br> And the rest of the time? I was alone. Well. With <<print $CC.DName>>. As far as that went. <br><br> The house was cold and sad. I could feel the disrepair in the air even though he maintained the house well enough. <br><br><br> "Hey, uh." He looked up from his iPad, "Sorry. You...got a sec?" <br><br> He smiled, dropping it into his lap. "Of course! Was just giving you your space." <br><br> "You don't always have to do that, you know." <br><br> A chuckle, caught in his throat, "All things considered..." <br><br> "It's been //years//." He nodded, eyes downcast, "And, like...speaking of that..." his gaze returned to me, a bit watery. "Sorry, I don't--" <br><br> "No, no. What's on your mind." <br><br> "Just, I...dunno. I'm away all the time and I mean, I figured that nothing happened or changed or...whatever. But. Any news? Like...anything?" He smiled and shifted the iPad off his lap, gesturing towards me. "Ha. Don't you think I'm a little big for that?" <br><br> "I doubt you'll break my legs." And I curled up in his lap. It'd been a decade? since we'd been like this. Immediately, I started crying. So did he. He clutched me close and I rocked slightly back and forth as we comforted each other with closeness. <br><br> "Heh. Sorry about that." I sniffled, wiping my nose. It had been at least a few minutes of that. <br><br> "No, thank you. We both needed it." He squeezed me. "Not a word. And Nate can't exactly tell me anything. So, it's either the deepest cover on the most important mission...or..." And then he started weeping again. <br><br> It was my turn to squeeze him. "Did you know? At the beginning? About all of this?" <br><br> He shook his head, "Most of the time, I just thought she was cheating." <br><br><br> Epic summer, right? And then it was back to the college life, finish off that part of my [[journey|UN010 - CollegeSex]]. <<else>> And the rest of the time? I was alone. Well. With <<print $CC.DName>>. As far as that went. <br><br> The house was cold and sad. I could feel the disrepair in the air even though he maintained the house well enough. <br><br> I had enough of sad-sack and that meant trying to find a new cadence with the Boys. We tried to fall into the old habits of yesteryear -- games, shootin the shit, eating pizza, smoking out -- but it didn't feel the same. <<print $CC.friend1>> was on his phone with some girl from college. Ethan pretended to be on his phone with his own crush. Andrew was just pissed and overzealous in trying to recreate the before times. It was sad. It was painful. I wondered if any of them -- if I -- would end up being a Townie. If I had to put money on it, it would be Drew. <br><br><br> "So, popular at college, aren't ya, <<print $CC.name>>." Ethan looked over at me. Was there a little anger in his tone? <br><br> "Uh, what'cha mean?" <br><br> "Just wondering how different your experience has been mine...and Drew's and..." he waved over at <<print $CC.friend1>> dismissively. <br><br> "Uh, it's been fun. Sure. I mean, hasn't yours?" <br><br> "Oh yeah. But it isn't like the movies at all." <br><br> "You thought it would be?" <br><br> Drew and <<print $CC.friend1>> were focused on their game, trying to ignore us. "I dunno, <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "Look. Something that I've kinda figured out over the years? Girls got it good early, guys got it good way, way longer. It just takes a while." <br><br> "Yeah. Yeah. I know." I could hear the frustration in his voice. <br><br> I looked at him and wondered what he would be later on. Who he'd be. And Drew and <<print $CC.friend1>>. Would I see them after school was over? At all, ever again? <br><br> There was a plaintiveness in Ethan's voice -- he'd always wanted to fuck me. <br><br> I could make these last moments memorable for them, could completely up-end everything of our past with sex. Cuz it always changed things. And did I feel that way about them? Or was it a pity offering? <div id="boyssex"> <<crossroads #boyssex>> <<path>> A final Summer fling? <<contents>> <<set $PG.boysSex = true>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++>> <br><br> I slid over to Ethan and squeezed him tight. I felt his body tighten, confused. Then he relaxed and leaned into me, enjoying the touch. I felt the desire under it all. <br><br> I dropped my head and I felt him tense again. He froze. I unzipped his shorts and while the other two were pre-occupied with their game, I felt the freeze melt as the squidgy member entered my mouth. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Good Head")>> He got hard real quick. I felt his hand go from planted beside him on the couch in shock to the back of my head in mere moments. I heard his choppy breath as he tried to keep quiet. <br><br> There was an intensity to his rigidness and I could feel his inexperience, throbbing quickly and then he was unloading, pushing my head down as his thick semen pumped into my mouth. <br><br> I held still, swallowing it down before pulling back and up. He fumbled to get himself back into his shorts as I quickly wiped my mouth and moved over to the guys to watch what they were doing. <br><br> I don't think they had an idea. But Ethan looked like he had conquered the world. <br><br> Maybe it lead to a change in his life, I could tell it felt that monumental to him. <<else>> He got hard real quick. I felt his hand go from planted beside him on the couch in shock to the back of my head in mere moments. I heard his choppy breath as he tried to keep quiet. <br><br> There was an intensity to his rigidness and I could feel his inexperience, his hand was pressing down on my head roughly, giving me the rhythm he wanted no matter if it was too deep and the pressure was making me gag. <br><br> Maybe it was the quiet, maybe it was the wet sounds and my throat reacting to uncomfortable invasion, but I heard the guys coughing as they turned and looked back at me finishing their friend off. <br><br> I think it was the surprise and awkwardness of the moment that did it because right as I noticed our discovery, my head was being shoved down as his thick semen pumped into my mouth. <br><br> I held still, swallowing it down before pulling back and up. He fumbled to get himself back into his shorts as I quickly wiped my mouth and moved over to the guys to watch what they were doing. <br><br> "Uh, what the fuck." Drew looked like everything he knew about the world was wrong. I didn't know what to say, so I covered the awkward silence by grabbing the controller to take a turn. <br><br> We had been discovered and my attempt at //not// messing things up with The Boys hadn't gone exactly to plan, But Ethan looked like he had conquered the world. <br><br> Maybe it lead to a change in his life, I could tell it felt that monumental to him. <</if>> <br><br><br> Epic summer, right? And then it was back to the college life, finish off that part of my [[journey|UN010 - CollegeSex]]. <<path>> Or keep it simple, clean, the same. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value -->> <br><br> I shook off the idea as one of those invasive thoughts and forced down the gag that came after. <br><br> I slid over to Ethan and squeezed him tight. I felt his body tighten, confused. Then he relaxed and leaned into me, enjoying the touch. I felt the desire under it all. I'm sorry, Ethan, just wasn't meant to be. You'll find another <<print $CC.name>>. I promise. <br><br> I didn't say any of those things, but I think he felt them and knew them somehow. <br><br> I hope he did, at least. <br><br><br> Epic summer, right? And then it was back to the college life, finish off that part of my [[journey|UN010 - CollegeSex]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if $CC.virgin == true>> As Ethan made clear before we left, college is a hedonists dream. Every night, probably every minute of every hour on campus, people were hooking up. I had made it through the hormones of my teenage years and to college without having broken that sexual seal. Now that it was all around me, everyone was doing it, a lot of girls that had been virgins weren't any longer. <br><br> <br><br> Yeah. While everyone else was relaxing their standards, putting out simply because...I wasn't. And I'm proud of the fact that I've gotten to this place, 'intact' and safe and was going to leave it the [[unblemished|UN011 - SeniorYear]], like how I arrived. <br> <<else>> So, yeah. College is all about hooking up, having fun, fucking around. So many young, hot, hormonal, and drunk kids together is a recipe for lots of sex. And I've mentioned some hotter moments, but I figure we should fill in the gaps about when I got my gap filled. <br><br> <<include "UN010 - CollegeSex_Story">> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<run $sexcat = $sexcat || []>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum = 1>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> /* TODO Fict: I feel like this whole if block can be deleted. Once you choose your boyfriend, they are added to your body lol. But too lazy to triple check purpose / how everything is working here. */ <<if !$bodies.find(body => body.name && body.name == $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name)>> <<if $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "LeDew">><<addBody "Sensei LeDew" M "Sensei LeDew, college boyfriend">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Troy">><<addBody Troy M "Troy, boyfriend from the apps">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Harper">><<addBody Harper M "Harper, Lab partner turned boyfriend">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Mohammed">><<addBody Mohammed M "Mohammed, college boyfriend">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Roger">><<addBody "Roger McDillan" M "Roger McDillan, III, boyfriend and maybe future husband">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Alder">><<addBody Alder M "Alder, instructor and boyfriend">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Jamal">><<addBody Jamal M "Jamal, footballer and boyfriend">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Charley">><<addBody Charley M "Charley, boyfriend from Sigma">> <<else>> <<set _bodyTitle = $People['UN'].Roommate.name + ", roommate and girlfriend">> <<addBody $People['UN'].Roommate.name F _bodyTitle>> <</if>> <</if>> <<= $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> was my most substantial partner. <div id="boyfriend"> <<crossroads #boyfriend>> <<path !["online", "apps", "party"].includes($UN.sex)>> And my only partner. <<contents>> <<goto [[UN010 - ColBodies]]>> <<path>> But we didn't date the //whole// time. <<contents>> I tended to bring home and get brought home when I was out... <br><br> <<quiz>> <<quizChoice "With people who I didn't go to school with,'' On the Town''" change="$UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value; $sexcat.push('local')">> <<quizChoice "And ''Drugs and Alcohol'' were involved." change="$UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value; $sexcat.push('drunk')">> <<quizChoice "Along ''Frat Row''" change="$UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value; $sexcat.push('frat')">> <</quiz>> <br><br><br> And, best as I can remember, [[they were|UN010 - ColBodies]]... <<path>> You better believe just because I had a 'commitment' that meant I wasn't getting more on the side. <<contents>> <br><br> I tended to bring home and get brought home when I was out... <br><br> <<quiz>> <<quizChoice "With people who I didn't go to school with,'' On the Town''" change="$UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value; $sexcat.push('local')">> <<quizChoice "And ''Drugs and Alcohol'' were involved." change="$UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value; $sexcat.push('drunk')">> <<quizChoice "Along ''Frat Row''" change="$UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value; $sexcat.push('frat')">> <<quizChoice "And pretty ''Sober''" change="$UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value; $sexcat.push('easy')">> <<quizChoice "''Alone'' without a safety net" change="$UN.bodiesNum += $CC.maleAttention + $CC.maleReaction; $sexcat.push('pushy')">> <</quiz>> <br><br><br> And, best as I can remember, [[they were|UN010 - ColBodies]]... <</crossroads>> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if $UN.sex == "party">> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $CC.maleReaction>> <</if>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum -= $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value - $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value - $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<if $Sorslut == true>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += 10>> <</if>> <<if $UN.bodiesNum lt 1>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum to 1>> <</if>> <<set _Bodiestot = $UN.bodiesNum + $UN.CBC>> <<if $UN.bodiesNum gte 15>> <<set $num ++>><<set $kinknum ++>> <<elseif $UN.bodiesNum gte 30>> <<set $num += 2>> <<elseif $UN.bodiesNum gte 45>> <<set $num += 3>><<set $kinknum += 2>> <</if>> <<set $People['UNBodies'] = { generic1: { name: "Anand", title: "Anand was on the guys floor above us Freshman Year." , gender: "M", caption: "Anand, from my Freshman Dorm" }, generic2: { name: "Ollie", title: "Ollie was on the guys floor above us Freshman Year." , gender: "M", caption: "Ollie, from my Freshman Dorm" }, generic3: { name: "Mikey", title: "Menthol Mikey from Kap Sigma." , gender: "M", caption: "Menthol Mikey from Kappa Sigma" }, generic4: { name: "Tony", title: "Tony, from my Sociology Class." , gender: "M", caption: "Tony, from college Sociology" }, generic5: { name: "Ronald", title: "Ronald, from my Philosophy Class." , gender: "M", caption: "Ronald, from college Philosophy" }, generic6: { name: "Gary", title: "Gary, from my History Class." , gender: "M", caption: "Gary, from college History" }, generic7: { name: "Samuel", title: "Samuel, from my Biology Class." , gender: "M", caption: "Samuel, from college Biology" }, generic8: { name: "Bernie", title: "Bernie, from my PoliSci Class." , gender: "M", caption: "Bernie, from college PoliSci" }, generic9: { name: "Vance", title: "Vance, a graduate and Teacher's Assistant." , gender: "M", caption: "Vance, a TA at college" }, generic10: { name: "Darnell", title: "Darnell, one of the groundskeepers." , gender: "M", caption: "Darnell, college campus groundskeeper" }, generic11: { name: "Dillon", title: "Dillon, campus security guard." , gender: "M", caption: "Dillon, from campus security" }, generic12: { name: "Allan", title: "Allan, who graduated last year." , gender: "M", caption: "Allan, partied where he graduated" }, generic13: { name: "Tyler", title: "Tyler fucked the friend group." , gender: "M", caption: "Tyler, college fuckboi" }, generic14: { name: "Dennis", title: "Dennis was the Freshman dorm's RA." , gender: "M", caption: "Dennis, Freshman Dorm RA" }, generic15: { name: "Endicott", title: "Endicott was on sabbatical from Oxford." , gender: "M", caption: "Endicott, Oxford professor on sabbatical" }, }>> <<if $UN.sex == 'party'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party1 = { name: "Brad", title: "Brad and I hooked up on the lawn of a fraternity.", gender: "M", caption: "Brad, frat night hookup" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party2 = { name: "Brock", title: "Brock had one of the hottest off-campus houses.", gender: "M", caption: "Brock ran a party house" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party3 = { name: "Bryce", title: "Bryce and I found a couch in a backroom.", gender: "M", caption: "Bryce, couch hookup" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party4 = { name: "Chet", title: "Chet and I made use of a bathroom.", gender: "M", caption: "Chet, bathroom hookup" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party5 = { name: "Tanner", title: "Tanner and I fucked on a beer pong table.", gender: "M", caption: "Tanner on a beer pong table" }>> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party6 = { name: "Winnie", title: "Winnie was wasted and so was I.", gender: "F", caption: "Winnie, drunk at a party" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party7 = { name: "Phillipa", title: "Phillipa convinced me to hook up so her boyfriend could watch.", gender: "F", caption: "Phillipa, to please her boyfriend" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == 'apps'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps1 = { name: "Chaz", title: "Chaz was a local business owner.", gender: "M", caption: "Chaz, business owner near college" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps2 = { name: "Trent", title: "Trent definitely was a catfish.", gender: "M", caption: "Trent, catfish that caught" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps3 = { name: "Brayden", title: "Brayden balled me out on our first date.", gender: "M", caption: "Brayden, app hookup" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps4 = { name: "Thad", title: "Thad treated me to great dinners.", gender: "M", caption: "Thad, restaurant connoisseur" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps5 = { name: "Brent", title: "Brent was married, but still used the apps", gender: "M", caption: "Brent, married and cheating" }>> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps6 = { name: "Della", title: "Della went to a nearby college.", gender: "F", caption: "Della from a nearby college" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps7 = { name: "Auri", title: "Auri was from a high school in town.", gender: "F", caption: "Auri, HS senior" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == 'online'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online1 = { name: "Lothario86", title: "Lothario86, lived in his mom's basement.", gender: "M", caption: "Lothario86, from a chat room" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online2 = { name: "Newton", title: "Newton pursued me for months online.", gender: "M", caption: "Newton, thirsty guy from online" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online3 = { name: "Alucard", title: "Alucard believed he was a vampire.", gender: "M", caption: "Alucard, with a vampire fantasy" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online4 = { name: "Reginald", title: "Reginald was very eloquent, less so in person.", gender: "M", caption: "Reginald, chat charmer" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online5 = { name: "Chester", title: "Chester loved to chase in the chatrooms.", gender: "M", caption: "Chester, chatroom slut" }>> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online6 = { name: "Flora", title: "Flora was in the process of transitioning.", gender: "F", caption: "Flora, formerly male" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online7 = { name: "Nicola", title: "Nicola was agoraphobic, so we always met at her place.", gender: "F", caption: "Nicola, agoraphobe" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == 'dating'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating1 = { name: "Thomas", title: "Thomas was sweet, but didn't have money.", gender: "M", caption: "Thomas, not wealthy enough" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating2 = { name: "Oscar", title: "Oscar didn't seem like he'd graduate.", gender: "M", caption: "Oscar, college flunk-out" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating3 = { name: "Burton", title: "Burton was rich but a whiney douche.", gender: "M", caption: "Burton, whiney, rich douche" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating4 = { name: "Leroy", title: "Leroy was going to be a pro player until he tore his ACL.", gender: "M", caption: "Leroy, injured star player" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating5 = { name: "Humbolt", title: "Humbolt was a dream, but dropped me.", gender: "M", caption: "Humbolt, the one that got away" }>> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating6 = { name: "Holly", title: "Holly was a sweetheart but wrestled with her sexuality.", gender: "F", caption: "Holly, undecidedly into girls" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating7 = { name: "Petra", title: "Petra wanted to wear the pants in the relationship.", gender: "F", caption: "Petra, super-butch" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == 'study'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study1 = { name: "Sheldon", title: "Sheldon picked me up outside of office hours.", gender: "M", caption: "Sheldon, fellow student" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study2 = { name: "Winston", title: "Winston and I traded notes when we couldn't attend class.", gender: "M", caption: "Winston kept great notes" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study3 = { name: "Dexter", title: "Dexter was my lab partner in Chem.", gender: "M", caption: "Dexter, Chem Lab partner" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study4 = { name: "Norman", title: "Norman worked in the library.", gender: "M", caption: "Norman, library assistant" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study5 = { name: "Clark", title: "Clark helped me study for exams.", gender: "M", caption: "Clark, study buddy" }>> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study6 = { name: "Gina", title: "Gina was hot and wanted my notes.", gender: "F", caption: "Gina, reluctant but needed my notes" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study7 = { name: "Becks", title: "Becks and I met in a study group.", gender: "F", caption: "Becks, college study group" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == 'friend'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend1 = { name: "Cole", title: "Cole loved to play frisbee golf on the Quad.", gender: "M", caption: "Cole, frisbee golf lover" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend2 = { name: "Terry", title: "Terry showed me the stars on the rooftop of the Science Building.", gender: "M", caption: "Terry, college campus cartographer" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend3 = { name: "Rex", title: "Rex had a cute dog.", gender: "M", caption: "Rex, dog owner" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend4 = { name: "Frank", title: "Frank, Big Man on Campus.", gender: "M", caption: "Frank, Big Man on Campus" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend5 = { name: "Greg", title: "Greg lived across the hall.", gender: "M", caption: "Greg, college hallmate" }>> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend6 = { name: "Aline", title: "Aline and I crossed the line of friendship and we never talked again.", gender: "F", caption: "Aline, former college friend" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend7 = { name: "Tori", title: "Tori was a member of every club, including the Alphabet Mafia", gender: "F", caption: "Tori, club joiner" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.rush == true>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush1 = { name: "Dirk", title: "Dirk, a dork from Lambda.", gender: "M", caption: "Dirk from Lambda Chi" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush2 = { name: "Hunter", title: "Hunter, a BYX boy.", gender: "M", caption: "Hunter, a christian frat boy" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush3 = { name: "Tripp", title: "Tripp, from AEPi.", gender: "M", caption: "Tripp from AEPi" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush4 = { name: "Blake", title: "Blake, from Beta Phi.", gender: "M", caption: "Blake from Beta" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush5 = { name: "Logan", title: "Logan, from Sigma Chi.", gender: "M", caption: "Logan from Sigma Chi" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush6 = { name: "Tucker", title: "Tucker, from Phi Delta.", gender: "M", caption: "Tucker from Phi Delta" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush7 = { name: "Biff", title: "Biff, from Phi Psi.", gender: "M", caption: "Biff, from Phi Psi" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush8 = { name: "Cayden", title: "Cayden, from Sigma Nu.", gender: "M", caption: "Cayden from Sigma Nu" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush9 = { name: "Chip", title: "Chip from ZBT.", gender: "M", caption: "Chip from Zeta Beta Theta" }>> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush10 = { name: "Maude", title: "Maude, our House mother, let me get away with more than the others.", gender: "F", caption: "Maude, " + $UN.greek + " house mother" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "act">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act1 = { name: "Quist", title: "Quist, the head theatre Professor.", gender: "M", caption: "Quist, Head of the College Theatre Department" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act2 = { name: "Sean", title: "Sean, coulda been a professional actor.", gender: "M", caption: "Sean, great college actor" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act3 = { name: "Joey", title: "Joey was a showmance.", gender: "M", caption: "Joey, college theatre showmance" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act4 = { name: "Eliot", title: "Eliot ran the theatre shop.", gender: "M", caption: "Eliot from college theatre shop" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act5 = { name: "Olivier", title: "Olivier, visiting directing artist.", gender: "M", caption: "Olivier, visiting director" }>> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act6 = { name: "Lisa", title: "Lisa, our stage manager knew all the nooks and crannies.", gender: "F", caption: "Lisa, College Stage Manager" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act7 = { name: "Lori", title: "Lori, best actor in our class loved getting attention from anyone.", gender: "F", caption: "Lori, best college actor" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if visited("UN006 - NakedRun2")>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun1 = { name: "Lance", title: "Lance, who ran the Naked Run with me.", gender: "M", caption: "Lance from the Naked Run" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun2 = { name: "Topher", title: "Topher, who hit on me after seeing me at the Naked Run.", gender: "M", caption: "Topher picked me up from the Naked Run" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun3 = { name: "Zayne", title: "Zayne was an amateur photographer and sourced 'models' from the Naked Run.", gender: "M", caption: "Zayne, amateur photographer" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun4 = { name: "Cody", title: "Cody was a spectator of the Naked Run.", gender: "M", caption: "Cody, Naked Run spectator" }>> <<if $CC.sexuality >= 0>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun5 = { name: "Derringer", title: "Derringer remembered me from the Naked Run when we ran into each other.", gender: "M", caption: "Derringer, Naked Run fanatic" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun6 = { name: "Ricardo", title: "Ricardo and I ran together and sweat the excitement out afterward.", gender: "M", caption: "Ricardo, fellow Naked Runner" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun7 = { name: "Rando spectator", title: "Some spectator that pulled me off the Naked Run for a quickie -- was already sweaty, why not.", gender: "M", caption: "Rando spectator from the Naked Run" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun8 = { name: "Run watcher", title: "Some guy that pulled me off the Naked Run route -- grass stains, yay.", gender: "M", caption: "Handsy Naked Run watcher" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun9 = { name: "Male viewer", title: "A guy from the Naked Run sidelines. Too horny at that point to say no.", gender: "M", caption: "Relief during the Naked Run, an available male viewer" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.sexuality <= 0>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun10 = { name: "Sharon", title: "Sharon remembered me from the Naked Run when we ran into each other.", gender: "F", caption: "Sharon, Naked Run fanatic" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun11 = { name: "Melissa", title: "Melissa and I ran together and sweat the excitement out afterward.", gender: "F", caption: "Melissa, fellow Naked Runner" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun12 = { name: "Suri", title: "Suri interviewed me for an article on the Naked Run.", gender: "F", caption: "Suri, from my college newspaper" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun13 = { name: "Jylle", title: "Jylle and I would do the Naked Run together and then hookup afterwards.", gender: "F", caption: "Jylle, co-runner of the Naked Run" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "workout">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work1 = { name: "Marnie", title: "Marnie and I were in the sauna together alone.", gender: "F", caption: "Marnie, in the sauna" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work2 = { name: "Patrick", title: "Patrick chatted me up during my workout.", gender: "M", caption: "Patrick, from my college gym" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work3 = { name: "Rose", title: "Rose looked great chilling in the locker room, so we had a shower.", gender: "F", caption: "Rose, in the gym shower" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work4 = { name: "Ving", title: "Ving wanted to spot me on bench press. I let him.", gender: "M", caption: "Ving, bench press spotter" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work5 = { name: "Simon", title: "Simon's glutes were incredible. So was his stamina.", gender: "M", caption: "Simon, from my college gym" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work6 = { name: "Henry", title: "Henry was my introduction that golfers went to the gym. He got a hole in one.", gender: "M", caption: "Henry, college golfer" }>> <</if>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "yoga">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga1 = { name: "Wren", title: "Wren joined yoga to hook up with fit women. I learned that first hand.", gender: "M", caption: "Wren, yoga pick-up artist" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga2 = { name: "Marley", title: "Marley always hung out to sell doses after class. I loved his stuff in my mouth.", gender: "M", caption: "Marley dealt to the yogis" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga3 = { name: "Rain", title: "Rain came for the socializing and name, but she was hot enough I didn't care. She still looked great naked.", gender: "F", caption: "Rain, yoga poser" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga4 = { name: "Moss", title: "Moss was getting her certification and I was more than happy to let her train on me.", gender: "F", caption: "Moss, yogi in training" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga5 = { name: "Jupiter", title: "Jupiter was self-confident in his flow and incredibly tantric in bed.", gender: "M", caption: "Jupiter, yoga and tantra practitioner" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga6 = { name: "Kirstin", title: "Kirstin was the most limber in my yoga classes. And I tested her.", gender: "F", caption: "Kirstin, from yoga" }>> <</if>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "job">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].job1 = { name: "Dennis", title: "Dennis worked in the office for Student Affairs. An affair meant I wasn't delinquent.", gender: "M", caption: "Dennis, in the Office of Student Affairs" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].job2 = { name: "Kristi", title: "Kristi and I bonded over working our way through college. Our schedules synched, and so did we.", gender: "F", caption: "Kristi, worked her way through college" }>> <<if $UN.job == "waiter">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter1 = { name: "Leon", title: "Leon was a bartender and went through me like everyone else we worked with.", gender: "M", caption: "Leon, bartender at that chain restaurant" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter2 = { name: "Samar", title: "Samar and I got dirty one night. I was closing, he was our porter.", gender: "M", caption: "Samar, porter at Two Bridges" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter3 = { name: "Katsurō", title: "Katsurō was a VIP guest and asked me to sit with him. And more.", gender: "M", caption: "Katsurō, VIP at Two Bridges" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter4 = { name: "Hakan", title: "Hakan backwaited for me, but the roles reversed in the bedroom.", gender: "M", caption: "Hakan, backwaiter at Two Bridges" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter5 = { name: "Sofia", title: "Sofia was a super cute and young hostess I couldn't stop myself from hitting on.", gender: "F", caption: "Sofia, hostess at Two Bridges" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter6 = { name: "Marilou", title: "Marilou was rough around the edges and had a lifetime in restaurants. And a lifetime of skills in the bedroom.", gender: "F", caption: "Marilou, restaurant vet at that chain restaurant" }>> <<elseif $UN.job == "admin">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin1 = { name: "Asher", title: "Asher was one of the partners I worked for. He only spoke to me when he wanted something besides work.", gender: "M", caption: "Asher, partner at my office" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin2 = { name: "Ashwin", title: "Ashwin was one of the partners I worked for. He hit on me indiscriminately from day one.", gender: "M", caption: "Ashwin, partner at my office" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin3 = { name: "Albin", title: "Albin was one of the partners I worked for. He was aloof and it felt like a huge win to bed him.", gender: "M", caption: "Albin, partner at my office" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin4 = { name: "Thad", title: "Thad was one of the sales guys at the office. And he sold me on his dick.", gender: "M", caption: "Thad, sales guy at my office" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin5 = { name: "Bianka", title: "Bianka was a fellow admin. First generation and hard-edged.", gender: "F", caption: "Bianka, admin at my office" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin6 = { name: "Antonia", title: "Antonia worked in HR. And we violated many rules and regulations together.", gender: "F", caption: "Antonia, HR at my office" }>> <<elseif $UN.job == "OF">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF1 = { name: "Petrus", title: "Petrus was an aggressive fan of my OnlyFans. He found every way to reach out to me and try and get in my pants. Try? He did.", gender: "M", caption: "Petrus, OnlyFans Superfan" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF2 = { name: "Hamid", title: "Hamid kept top-billing as my biggest patron. And he reaped the rewards for it.", gender: "M", caption: "Hamid, OnlyFans top Patron" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF3 = { name: "Jayesh", title: "Jayesh won a contest I held to hook up with me on camera.", gender: "M", caption: "Jayesh, OnlyFans contest winner" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF4 = { name: "Lenny", title: "Lenny was on OnlyFans as a rare male talent. We combined forces on a video to help each other out.", gender: "M", caption: "Lenny, OnlyFans male talent" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF5 = { name: "Malina", title: "Malina was a fellow creator on OnlyFans. We streamed together because four boobs are better than two.", gender: "F", caption: "Malina, OnlyFans talent" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF6 = { name: "Tove", title: "Tove helped me when logistics got out of hand. She was enamored with me and probably helped just to get with me.", gender: "F", caption: "Tove, my OnlyFans admin" }>> <<elseif $UN.job == "sugar">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar1 = { name: "Walton", title: "Walton was a potential daddy who put that word before the sugar.", gender: "M", caption: "Walton, selfish sugar daddy" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar2 = { name: "Pavel", title: "Pavel was one of my short term sugar daddies. He offered me an international trip too fast and felt too risky.", gender: "M", caption: "Pavel, short-term sugar daddy" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar3 = { name: "Nebuchadnezzar", title: "Nebuchadnezzar had tons of money and no self-worth. It was a challenge for me to give him the sugar and at a certain point, I felt obligated.", gender: "M", caption: "Nebuchadnezzar, sugar daddy sans sugar" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar4 = { name: "Vilhelm", title: "I developed some feeling for Vilhelm, which surprised me. In my mind he was more of a boyfriend than a sugar daddy.", gender: "M", caption: "Vilhelm, sugar daddy I sweetened on" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar5 = { name: "Dagmar", title: "Dagmar was an escort working one of the hotels I was in. I took her up on those services.", gender: "F", caption: "Dagmar, paid escort" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar6 = { name: "Emma", title: "Emma was a reserved wallflower that kept me grounded after nights out with my sugar daddies. She was simple and made me feel normal.", gender: "F", caption: "Emma, my sanity from sugar daddies" }>> <<else>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny1 = { name: "Gabriel", title: "Gabriel was one of Delvin's friends. There was a bit of jealousy that developed when he found out.", gender: "M", caption: "Gabriel, Delvin's friend" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny2 = { name: "Levi", title: "Levi tutored Darcy and I enjoyed when our paths happened to cross when he left and I came. Or vice versa.", gender: "M", caption: "Levi, Darcy's tutor" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny3 = { name: "Uberto", title: "Uberto was Debbie's tennis instructor. And she certainly wasn't hiring her for what she learned.", gender: "M", caption: "Uberto, Debbie's tennis instructor" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny4 = { name: "Malcolm", title: "Malcolm and Darcy dated, but for a bit there they only hung out so that Malcolm could keep meeting up with me.", gender: "M", caption: "Malcolm, Darcy's ex-boyfriend" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny5 = { name: "Liesje", title: "Liesje was the Redding's live-in cook. Her cooking wasn't that great, but I don't think that's why she was hired.", gender: "F", caption: "Liesje, the Redding's in-house cook" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny6 = { name: "Brianna", title: "Brianna was Darcy's best friend and I may have gotten between them.", gender: "F", caption: "Brianna, Darcy's best friend" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "none">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none1 = { name: "Graeme", title: "Graeme wasn't interested in trading information, but he had a lot of intel I wanted. So he got what he wanted.", gender: "M", caption: "Graeme, traded me for intel" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none2 = { name: "Ulises", title: "Ulises was a groundskeeper on campus, but he didn't seem to care about my grass maintenance at all.", gender: "M", caption: "Ulises, campus groundskeeper" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none3 = { name: "Rodrigo", title: "Rodrigo hand delivered drugs on campus, getting in with him meant info as well as some sex.", gender: "M", caption: "Rodgrigo, campus drug dealer" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none4 = { name: "Denzil", title: "Denzil came to me about another girl but ended up 'settling' on me.", gender: "M", caption: "Denzil, converted Cassanova" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none5 = { name: "Elif", title: "Elif walked campus barefoot and I found her endearing.", gender: "F", caption: "Barefoot Elif" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none6 = { name: "Stasya", title: "Stasya was 'in hock' to me and I leveraged that for some loving.", gender: "F", caption: "Stasya owed me for intel" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.sexuality !== 1>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi1 = { name: "Lilian", title: "Lillian, from my Freshman Dorm.", gender: "F", caption: "Lilian, from my year at college" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi2 = { name: "Penny", title: "Penny, a bartender at a college staple.", gender: "F", caption: "Penny tended bar near my college" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi3 = { name: "Luna", title: "Luna was a prospect checking out the college.", gender: "F", caption: "Luna, was showing her the campus" }>> <<if $UN.rush == true>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi4 = { name: $People['UN'].SoroSister.name, title: $People['UN'].SoroSister.name + "and I got closer in more ways than one.", gender: "F", caption: $People['UN'].SoroSister.name + ", my Big in my sorority" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi5 = { name: "Ciri", title: "Ciri, the quiet sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Ciri, one of my sisters at " + $UN.greek }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi6 = { name: "Babs", title: "Babs, the hottest sister " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Babs, one of my sisters at " + $UN.greek }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi7 = { name: "Les", title: "Les, my little at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Les, one of my sisters at " + $UN.greek }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi8 = { name: "Carey", title: "Carey, dropped out of " + $UN.greek + " after we...connected.", gender: "F", caption: "Carey, one of my sisters at " + $UN.greek }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi9 = { name: "Hattie", title: "Hattie hooked up with most of the girls at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Hattie, one of my sisters at " + $UN.greek }>> <</if>> <<if $People['UN'].Roommate.name !== $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi10 = { name: $People['UN'].Roommate.name, title: $People['UN'].Roommate.name + ", being roommates made hooking up easy.", gender: "F", caption: $People['UN'].Roommate.name + ", my roommate" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nerd1 = { name: "Noah", title: "Noah ran LAN parties in my freshman dorm.", gender: "M", caption: "Noah, LAN party coordinator" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nerd2 = { name: "Margot", title: "Margot and I were the only girls in the D&D club.", gender: "F", caption: "Margot, D&D companion" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sport1 = { name: "Ryan", title: "Ryan was President of the intermural volleyball competitions.", gender: "M", caption: "Ryan, intermural volleyball President" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sport2 = { name: "Greta", title: "Greta on the intermural volleyball team had a killer spike as a front-liner.", gender: "F", caption: "Greta, intermural volleyball teammate" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Popular">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].pop1 = { name: "Rami", title: "Rami was BMOC, everyone knew him.", gender: "M", caption: "Rami, BMOC at college" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].pop2 = { name: "Florence", title: "Florence was a debutante in my college town. She knew everyone and everything.", gender: "F", caption: "Florence, college town debutante" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Rebel">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rebel1 = { name: "Owen", title: "Owen was a biker who frequented the bar I played at.", gender: "M", caption: "Owen, biker I performed for" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rebel2 = { name: "Tiffany", title: "Tiffany was a songbird that played a set before me.", gender: "F", caption: "Tiffany, fellow singer" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Prude">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].prude1 = { name: "Jason", title: "Jason ironically was chair of the college town Abstinence Awareness.", gender: "M", caption: "Jason told others to not have sex" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].prude2 = { name: "Sienna", title: "Sienna was a local preacher with a firey disposition.", gender: "F", caption: "Sienna, college town preacher" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "home">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].home1 = { name: "Brady", title: "Brady was a townie from back home. Amounted to nothing, except with me.", gender: "M", caption: "Brady, townie" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].home2 = { name: "Gaia", title: "Gaia was a maid for my Dad once my mom was gone. We both needed her.", gender: "F", caption: "Gaia, Dad's maid" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "vandal">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].vandal1 = { name: "Danny", title: "Danny was a local sheriff. He caught me, but let me go.", gender: "M", caption: "Danny, college town sherriff" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].vandal2 = { name: "Sonia", title: "Sonia and I were both trying to steal the same purse. We both got something.", gender: "F", caption: "Sonia, fellow shoplifter" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "helper">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].helper1 = { name: "Jay", title: "Jay was an aide at the college hospital.", gender: "M", caption: "Jay, hospital aide" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].helper2 = { name: "Emily", title: "Emily ran outreach in a difficult part of town. I gave her a shoulder to cry on when it was toughest.", gender: "F", caption: "Emily, outreach leader" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "church">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].church1 = { name: "Boyd", title: "Boyd was a pillar of the church community. And married. I still got his pillar.", gender: "M", caption: "Boyd, church community pillar." }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].church2 = { name: "Brie", title: "Brie felt that hooking up with girls abided with God's designs to not have sex before marriage.", gender: "F", caption: "Brie, 'virgin'" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "partier">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].partier1 = { name: "Clay", title: "Clay was throwing a Rubik's Cube party. It took us extra time to trade colors.", gender: "M", caption: "Clay, at the Rubik's Cube party" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].partier2 = { name: "Teyana", title: "Teyana was a hanger-on and wanted to go to all the same parties. My price was agreeable.", gender: "F", caption: "Teyana, party hanger-on" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "gang">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].gang1 = { name: "Omer", title: "Omer ran the crew around college. Amari made sure I met him.", gender: "M", caption: "Omer, Amari's local leader" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].gang2 = { name: "Kayije", title: "Kayije wanted an in at my school. I was her in and dealt for her.", gender: "F", caption: "Kayije, college dealer" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "volunteer">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].vol1 = { name: "Takashi", title: "Takashi was a Japanese exchange student that I helped around campus.", gender: "M", caption: "Takashi, Japanese exchange student" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].vol2 = { name: "Minami", title: "Minami worked at a local pound, she was cuter than the dogs.", gender: "F", caption: "Minami, dog shelter volunteer" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "sporty">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sporty1 = { name: "Jerrod", title: "Jerrod was a cute guy on my softball team. The games were a joke, but we weren't.", gender: "M", caption: "Jerrod, from my pick-up softball team" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sporty = { name: "Kathryn", title: "Kathryn was always always running laps at the track. We would stretch together.", gender: "F", caption: "Kathryn loved to run on the track" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "beach">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].beach1 = { name: "Ethan", title: "Ethan organized weekend trips to the local beaches. I went on every one.", gender: "M", caption: "Ethan led weekend beach trips" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].beach2 = { name: "Julia", title: "Julia was a nudist...it was an eye-opening experience.", gender: "F", caption: "Julia, the beach nudist" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "club">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].club1 = { name: "Rowan", title: "Rowan was a bouncer at the hottest spot in town. There were only two ways to get in and I didn't meet the other criteria.", gender: "M", caption: "Rowan, hot club bouncer" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].club2 = { name: "Fantasia", title: "Fantasia hit the clubs harder than I did. And the drugs. And when she was loose, she was loose.", gender: "F", caption: "Fantasia, hardcore clubber" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "tailgate">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].tailgate1 = { name: "Corie", title: "Sure, Corie was kinda shlubby, but his enthusiasm for our team was infectious.", gender: "M", caption: "Corie, college tailgater" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].tailgate2 = { name: "Jena", title: "Jena showed up to our games painted. After seeing her on the Jumbo, I had to try my luck.", gender: "F", caption: "Jena, painted girl from college games." }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "outdoors">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].outdoors1 = { name: "Bryan", title: "Bryan and I were white water rafting when we capsized. We survived and the excitemet triggered something between us.", gender: "M", caption: "Bryan, white water rafter" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].outdoors2 = { name: "Amber", title: "Amber and I met bouldering, her finger strength was incredible.", gender: "F", caption: "Amber, boulderer" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "power">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].power1 = { name: "Jason", title: "Jason had me as his side-piece while he was running for Congress.", gender: "M", caption: "Jason, up-and-coming politician" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].power2 = { name: "Olivia", title: "Olivia was a graduate student and my TA. And helpful with my grading.", gender: "F", caption: "Olivia, college TA" }>> <</if>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].vCard1 = { name: $CC.vCard, title: $CC.vCard + " and I continued even after I went to school.", gender: "M", caption: $CC.vCard + " wasn't just a HS love" }>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("nearly choked me out.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("tied me up.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("was always forceful when I gave head.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had me worried he infected me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to risk getting caught.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("nearly choked me out.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("tied me up.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("was always forceful when I gave head.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted to risk getting caught.")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.fertile == 1>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to fuck my ass to avoid any risk.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("accidentally came in me anyway.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("broke the condom.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("took off the condom without telling me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had Plan B on hand because he preferred cumming in me.")>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("pressured me into anal.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted me to eat his ass.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted me to eat her ass.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("loved tossing my salad.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("loved tossing my salad.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked keeping me from cumming.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked keeping me from cumming.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("preferred cumming on my face.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("would smack me while he fucked me.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("would smack me when she fucked me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted me to talk dirty to him.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted me to talk dirty to her.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked to roleplay.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("got off with my feet.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("taped us fucking.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked blindfolding me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to be blindfolded.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had me peg him.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked to roleplay.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("got off with my feet.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("taped us fucking.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked blindfolding me.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted to be blindfolded.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("had me fuck her with a strap-on.")>> <<if $CC.fertile == 0>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("hated condoms, so came in me anyway.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("didn't have protection with him and convinced me once or twice wasn't that risky.")>> <</if>> <</if>> <div id="bodycount"> <<include "UN010 - ColBodies_display">> </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <ul> <<for _body range $bodies>> <li> <<set _who = _body.caption || _body>> <<if $bodiesDetails.has(_who)>> <<print `${$bodiesDetails.get(_who).prefix || ""}${_who} ${$bodiesDetails.get(_who).fuckFlavor}`>> <<else>> <<if _body.gender == "F" || _who.includes('girlfriend')>> <<set _flavorText = setup.LezFlavor.random()>> <<else>> <<set _flavorText = setup.FuckFlavor.random()>> <</if>> <<if _body.from == "HS">> <<set _prefix = setup.FuckFlavorOld.random()>> <<else>> <<set _prefix = ''>> <</if>> <<run $bodiesDetails.set(_who, { fuckFlavor: _flavorText, prefix: _prefix })>> <<run console.log(_who, $bodiesDetails.get(_who), _flavorText, _body.gender);>> <<print `${$bodiesDetails.get(_who).prefix}${_who} ${$bodiesDetails.get(_who).fuckFlavor}`>> <</if>> </li> <</for>> </ul> <br><br> A four year spread of spreading led to a tally of <<print _Bodiestot>>. That's in addition to my <<print $CC.HSBC>>. <br><br> <<if $bodies.length gte ($UN.CBC + $CC.HSBC)>> Perv. Hope you're happy and [[enjoyed|UN010 - CollegeLvls]] that. <<else>> <<set _unobtainedModSelection = Object.values($People['UNBodies']) .concat($HS.leftoverBodies) .filter(mod => mod.name ? !$bodies.find(a => a.name === mod.name) : !$bodies.includes(mod)) .shuffle() .sort((a, b) => a.gender < b.gender ? -1 : 1)>> /* List has women in front, men in back. Pops 2 women if lesbian or Bi, 1 otherwise. */ <<set _availableBodyMods = []>> <<run _availableBodyMods.push($CC.sexuality !== 1 ? _unobtainedModSelection.shift() : _unobtainedModSelection.pop())>> <<run _availableBodyMods.push(_unobtainedModSelection.shift())>> <<run _availableBodyMods.push(_unobtainedModSelection.pop())>> <<run _availableBodyMods.push(_unobtainedModSelection.pop())>> <<run _availableBodyMods.push(_unobtainedModSelection.pop())>> <<run _availableBodyMods.shuffle()>> <<set $sexcount = true>> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand"> <<for _mod range _availableBodyMods>> <<capture _mod>> <<if _mod.name && _mod.title>> <<set _buttonText = _mod.title>> <<else>> <<set _buttonText = _mod>> <</if>> <<button _buttonText>> <<run $bodies.push(_mod)>> <<replace #bodycount t8n>> <<include "UN010 - ColBodies_display">> <</replace>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> <br><br><br> <div> <<button "Hell, I barely remember who I did what with">> <<for _mod range _unobtainedModSelection>> <<capture _mod>> <<if $bodies.length lt ($UN.CBC + $CC.HSBC)>> <<run $bodies.push(_mod)>> <<replace #bodycount t8n>> <<include "UN010 - ColBodies_display">> <</replace>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</button>> </div> <</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<if $CC.BC == "Pill">><<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Pills")>><</if>> <<if $CC.BC == "Ring">><<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Ring")>><</if>> /* <<set _noMoreKinksOptions = setup.kinks.filter((kink) => !$Stats.Kinks.includes(kink)).length === 1>> <<set _noMoreSkillsOptions = setup.sexSkills.filter((skill) => !$Stats.SexSkills.includes(skill)).length === 0>> <<if _noMoreKinksOptions || _noMoreSkillsOptions>> NO MORE KINKS TO ADD oO <<hint>> <<set _subscribestarURL = "https://subscribestar.adult/blue-swallow">> <<set _patreonURL = "https://www.patreon.com/BlueSwallow">> Ok, so you've ran out of kinks for now. Let us know how you did that and what kinks you'd want to see in the game. You can reach us on our Discord if you are a subscriber on <a @href="_subscribestarURL" target="_blank">SubscribeStar</a> or <a @href="_patreonURL" target="_blank">Patreon</a> <br><br> Thanks @Snow***** for being first to get to this state and letting us know...you naughty! <</hint>> <br><br> <</if>> */ <<sexSkillsSetup 3>> <<intro>> College was a playground for playtime. It gave me the time to really understand who I was in the sack, crystallized what I liked and how to do things. <<kinks>> My brain just happened to be wired in a way where I loved: <<skills>> And experience had taught me about myself that<<if $Stats.SexSkills.length eq 0>> I had<</if>>: <<onDone>> And at the time, I was certain that life had many more opportunities to grow and change. And boy, [[was I right|UN011 - SeniorYear]]. <</sexSkillsSetup>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <<outfit default>> The capstone year loomed large. There was excitement because for many of us it was an easy year with few lectures, some intro classes that waited til the end to finish off the Major requirements, but essentially a free year. But that also meant that...it was ending. And that meant: real life. Or Grad School. I hadn't entertained the latter with <<print $CC.DName>>, and I wasn't even sure what kind of post-bacc I would want to go to. <br><br> And for me...it made me realize that these years had passed by with only a vague hole -- a memory -- of a mother. No funeral, no sudden reappearance, no second life suddenly revealed, just nothing. And that <<shake 2s>>ached<</shake>>. It felt like a hunger that wouldn't abate. It needed to be quenched and come to some conclusion so that I could mourn and move on. It just felt unresolved and I'd been distracting myself for this time possibly in some vain hope that it would finalize itself while I was otherwise occupied. <br><br> Nope. <br><br><br> So, I guess I'd be dealing with that <<linkexpand "on top of everything else.">> on top of everything else. <br><br><br> The Career Fair! <br><br> Maybe that would give me some understanding of myself and clarify a direction to go in. Or just a job. A job would do. <br><br> Plastic tables ringed the edges of our Dining Hall, each with their own cheap table cloth and documentation. Hedge funds, government agencies, law firms, tech startups from the area, all of them looking for cheap, young and naive labor. <br><br> I wandered around, a non-committal smile plastered on my face as I waited for something to grab me. <br><br> And grab me it did. Well, not literally. But I was stopped short when I saw Nate. <br><br> Ending High School and there he was, and here we were coming to the close of college and...Nate. <br><br><br> "I thought you were a--" <br><br> "Oh, hello! Are you interested in filling out an application for the Department of the Interior? What's your name?" <br><br> "Nate. You know--" <br><br><br> A perfunctory look down at his chest for a name tag, which he wasn't wearing, "How did you..." <br><br> Hands on my hips, frowning at him. There was a pause and consideration, then quietly, "You still have it?" I nodded, glad for the drop of the facade, "Call me?" I nodded again and then he picked up the charade again, stuffing a pamphlet and application into my hand while 'introducing' himself. <br><br> I laughed it off and turned around, my mind churning. Had this all been on purpose? His being here? Or had it been a coincidence that had surprised him as much as me? <br><br> I left the Dining Hall and pulled out my phone to call him. I already had <<linkexpand "a text with an address.">> /* MIRA TODO : Phone Text Opp Here, no content yet */ a text with an address. <br><br><br> A diner. Ostensibly authentic Jewish and the menu made out an arrangement of knishes and the like. <br><br> Remember that hunger I mentioned? Well, hopefully Nate had a knish for me. <br><br> He dropped into the seat opposite me with far less acting than earlier. "Good to see you, <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "Thought you didn't know my name." It was his turn to frown. "Fine. So. Been a while, crocodile." <br><br> "We think that we've got a bead on her." <br><br> "Took you long enough." That seemed to really dig at him. He took it personally. "So why are you here rather than looking for her?" <br><br> "We are. That's how we've assembled the knowledge that we have. But I felt personally obligated to let you know." <br><br> "Does <<print $CC.DName>>?" He shook his head and looked away, his fingers playing at the laminated edges of the menu. The bedraggled server took that as a sign to come over and he quickly turned back to the menu to clarify the signal into a "Not ready". <br><br> "I'm breaking protocol being here and saying anything, to be honest." <br><br> "Then why?" <br><br> "I feel responsible, to her, and for that reason, you." <br><br> I rolled my eyes, "O-kay." <br><br> <<if $CC.mom == 1>> He sighed, bit his lower lip and looked down, past the menu and into his lap, "Remember that fight that you both had? Years ago?" A chill ran down my spine. I knew exactly what he was talking about and that he knew the details spoke to how long and how intwined he was with my life and my mother's. <br><br> My skin prickled, rage swelled inside me unbidden, "//O//-''kay''." No eyeroll this time. They were firmly planted on him. <br><br> He raised his hands, disarmed, "You might be able to find her." <br><br> Tears rolled down my cheeks: more unwanted, unexpected emotion. "How?" Also unexpected, but the word left my lips. <br><br> He nodded, hand lightly holding my hand, paper sliding into my palm, "Graduate. Come to Manila. We'll talk there." <br><br> And then he stood and left. The server said my meal was already paid for. <br><br> I stared at the old-fashioned paper ticket to Manila that was in front of me. The date? Day after Commencement. <br><br><br> I looked up at her, wiping my nose with a little smile, "It's okay. I'm [[not hungry anymore|UN012 - Commencement]]." <<else>> I know that you didn't have too much of a connection, but she cared for you, <<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> My skin prickled, rage swelled inside me unbidden, "//O//-''kay''." No eyeroll this time. They were firmly planted on him. <br><br> He raised his hands, disarmed, "You might be able to find her." <br><br> Tears rolled down my cheeks: more unwanted, unexpected emotion. "How?" Also unexpected, but the word left my lips. <br><br> He nodded, hand lightly holding my hand, paper sliding into my palm, "Graduate. Come to Manila. We'll talk there." <br><br> And then he stood and left. The server said my meal was already paid for. <br><br> I stared at the old-fashioned paper ticket to Manila that was in front of me. The date? Day after Commencement. <br><br><br> I looked up at her, wiping my nose with a little smile, "It's okay. I'm [[not hungry anymore|UN012 - Commencement]]." <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <div id ="springfling"> <<set _collegeresult = random(5,11)>> <<if $HS.college == 1>> <<set _collegeresult += 2>> <<if $UN.major == "Pre-Med">><<set _collegeresult += 2>><</if>> <<if $UN.major == "Pre-Law">><<set _collegeresult ++>><</if>> <<if ["Dance", "Theatre"].includes($UN.major)>><<set _collegeresult -->><</if>> <</if>> Grades and the results no longer entered my mind. It was crossing days off of the calendar. <br><br> The day after our meeting I went into full despair-mode as the logic of me being able to find some secret agent when the agency she worked for had taken this long to even come up with a city. And how they expected me, some college grad, to be able to track someone AWOL and bring them back into the fold. It was silly. <br><br> It was just as silly to spend all this time in classes and parties for what. <br><br> <<if $UN.test lt _collegeresult>> <<run $CC.memories.push("Failed College")>> <<set $UN.GPA = ("." + random(9))>> <<outfit default>> I'd not be graduating. And it looked like it didn't matter. Just a lot of wasted time. <<elseif ($UN.test - _collegeresult) gte 7>> <<set $UN.GPA = "4.0">> <<outfit grad>> I'd //killed// it. Held a 4.0 GPA the whole way through. Well, maybe this smart cookie would be the right person for the job. <<elseif ($UN.test - _collegeresult) gte 5>> <<set $UN.GPA = ("3." + random(5))>> <<outfit grad>> I'd done a really good job and pulled down a 3.0 ish. <<elseif ($UN.test - _collegeresult) gte 3>> <<set $UN.GPA = ("2." + random(6))>> <<outfit grad>> I'd probably focused on other things too much, but I'd pass. Just wouldn't be impressing anyone with my GPA. <<else>> <<set $UN.GPA = ("1." + random(8))>> <<outfit grad>> Well, I'd get my diploma, but I'd need to probably burn the transcript. <</if>> <br><br> We've already done the whole 'ending school', graduating thing -- it wasn't much different this time around, just a lot more bodies, a longer ceremony and far too many speeches by people we didn't know. More interesting, though, was the end of the year <<link "Concert">><<replace "#springfling">> <<outfit default>> The Quad was taken up with a full-on stage. Exams and term papers were in the rear view mirror and now our days could be taken up by pre-gaming before the sun started to set and the show began. <br><br> Feeling it for the past few hours, I sauntered down to the chain link fence in the center of campus. My arm was hooked through <<if $CC.virgin == true>>Timothy, one of the BYX christian boys was my most recent arm candy, and hadn't put an ultimatum to me yet.<<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>>'s, my head leaning affectionately on their shoulder. It didn't matter how things were between us or who saw because things were coming to a close. I didn't even know if I'd see them again after tomorrow. <br><br> I hadn't told them about what had happened or where I was going. Better to just focus on the now and let the later be later. "Mhm, here." I nodded and smiled, holding up my wrist to the security guard as they asked to see our wristbands -- can't have some local come to a great concert. They'd have to listen from outside the campus as the sounds escaped through the air. <br><br> "Your bag?" A hard look like he knew better than trust a college kid. I rolled my eyes and showed him that I hadn't brought in drugs or alcohol. The latter was ridiculous to me because I was of age. Finally. <br><br> Whatever. They were protecting as best they could against kids getting hurt and dead. He grunted and nodded, "What, dude." I gave him maybe a bit more attitude. "No contraband." <br><br> "I see the truth in your eyes." I laughed, confused and we moved past the gate. What did that even //mean//? <br><br> <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 0>> "You know how much I hate it when you smoke." <<if $CC.virgin == true>>Timothy<<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>> hadn't looked at me once since we met up to head to the concert. Sure, I'd been smoking and I felt //great//. And why wouldn't I? It was a fucking concert. And school was ending. And...later is for later. <br><br> <</if>> The Quad was already alive. Blankets laid out as people reserved space. A frisbee flung through the air and in the low-light I nearly took it to the face. I yelped and ducked, "Jesus. Should have restricted those things, not beer." <br><br> <<if $CC.virgin == true>>Timothy<<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>> grunted with a slight nod and we made our way to the front of the crowd as some band of relevancy from ten, twenty years ago that I'd recognize a song or two as they played. I wasn't going to press things, didn't want to start a fight with <<if $CC.virgin == true>>Timothy<<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>>. Not today. Let the music change the energy and we'd go from there. <br><br> As they kicked into gear I slipped away, moving forward to the front of the stage, pushing into the mass of kids that wanted to get close. I looked back over my shoulder, smiling playfully and waving them to join. There was no eye contact and they didn't follow. I wondered if this was a defense mechanism, somehow understanding what was in the cards for us. <br><br> No matter. I'd enjoy myself. And I did, screaming out the few familiar lyrics and swaying with the people alongside me. And with people this close together, those that had been able to smuggle in liquor and weed were being kind and sharing. <br><br> Dusk gave way to night and we came upon the closing of their act. Their one most famous song. I was euphoric. <br><br> And that's why I thought I was dreaming when the lead singer was looking right at me, motioning me to join them on stage. <div id="concert"> <<crossroads #concert>> <<path>> ''Do'' it? What a way to end college. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++>> <<set $CC.memories.push("Slept with a Famous Lead Singer")>> <br><br> Me? No way. I pointed at myself like an idiot and he nodded, "Come up here, darling." And there was a security in front of me, and instead of trying to get me to back away from the barrier, his beefy arms were outstretched to grab me and help me over. I was lifted up and over, amazed that he could move me so effortlessly. <br><br> And then, I was over the wall, "This way." The steak of an arm pointing me to the stairway alongside the stage. <br><br> "Just...go up?" The band had begun to spin up into what sounded like their finale and the security guy raised an eyebrow affecting The Rock while letting me know how idiotic that question was. He turned, back to his job and left me to go up on stage. <br><br> As I mounted them I was nervous. What the fuck was I going to do on stage? I didn't know any of their songs. Was I just going to stand there awkwardly? Why had he picked me out of the crowd? <br><br> "No, no. Stand there." One of the roadies or stage managers or...well, someone with authority grabbed my arm and tugged me back before I made my way onto stage, guiding me back behind the bank of speakers. <br><br> "Oh. But I thought--" <br><br> "Their set's almost done. Do you want to go wait at the hotel?" The way that this was all happening was so normal to this guy and so confusing to me. But it seemed obvious to him. Old hat. So I nodded. What I had in my system keeping me from really thinking it through. "Cool." His hand, still on my upper arm guided me back down the stairs and over towards a few roadies. "Back to the hotel. And quick, we gotta tear down to make the plane." <br><br> "Sure, thing. Cap'n." And then I was in a van, not a word said to me and I didn't know what kind of small talk to make, shuttled over to the nearby Hilton. "Room 309." It was a simple, easy smile as he handed me the keycard and turned and left. Leaving me alone. <br><br> I'd gone from being called up on stage to being dropped off at a hotel where, I guessed, they'd be showing up soon. Because how long were songs anyway. I meandered up to the elevator and third floor as I considered where I was and what <<if $CC.virgin == true>>Timothy<<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>> was doing. Or thinking. I checked my phone. Nothing. "Hey." Not even a read receipt. Well, fuck you too. <br><br> I had no idea what had gotten into them. I hadn't done anything and it was the last day of college. And sure, I wasn't going to see them again, but they didn't know that. Couldn't know that. Did they know that? <br><br> <br><br> <br><br> Sitting in the chair in Room 309, I mulled over what it all meant and who was wrong right now. "There you are. What's your name darling?" He had a drawl, was in his...fifties? Sixties? Being on the road, drugs and alcohol made it hard to tell. He was lanky with ratty hair and beard and tattooed everywhere I could see. Walking in like it was a Tuesday. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. Uh, great show." <br><br> "Glad you liked it. Drink?" He was at the minibar, pulling out the little bottles and already had his thin lips wrapped around the neck of one. He patted the bed beside him and I moved off the chair to join him. I knew where this was leading, but between already being here, the whirlwind of being chosen by a 'rockstar' and annoyed at <<if $CC.virgin == true>>Timothy<<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>>, I wasn't backing down now. <br><br> I swigged at the bottle while he drew out a line of coke, doing one and setting up another for me. <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 0>>I leaned over and snorted it, holding my head back as I coughed and he patted me firmly on my back.<<else>>I shook my head and he shrugged, doing the second line himself.<</if>> <br><br> "Let's get comfortable." It was such an easy thing for him. I wondered how many other girls over how many years had been in this exact situation. Every show? It had a confident rhythm to it like a song. Taking off our clothes. Him diving between my legs and eating me out -- gloriously. //God//. Did he know how to eat fucking pussy. He kept me on edge for so long, then made me cum and wouldn't stop licking even as I was screaming out and trying to push his head away -- far too sensitive to deal with his attentions. <br><br> I didn't even have to ask for a condom. Thinking about how casual this was for him made me ultra concerned, but he was rolling it on before we got into position. We started with me splayed out in front of him so he could look at me. Then we moved into doggiestyle, then on my side, then me ontop. He talked to me and guided me through the process like we were just having a conversation while his cock shoved inside me. But I didn't mind, because each position -- primed by his tongue -- I climaxed hard, clutching at the hotel room sheets. <br><br> Right as my legs were about to give out, the day had been so long and the fuck had been so lengthy and amazing, he drove himself to completion, groaning out compliments about me as he filled his rubber. <br><br> We took a shower together, he asked about what I was doing next and I told him where I was headed, but not why. And then we climbed into bed. I was too exhausted to think about what I had done or what I would say tomorrow, if anything. So I didn't. I just slept. So. Fucking. Well. <br><br> The morning brought me waking to an empty bed, a cute rose left on the bedside table. He was gone in the night and left me with the room and carte blanche to enjoy myself. So, I did. I felt so blissed out after the evening and enjoyed the comforts of the hotel as long as I could -- probably also as a delaying tactic to prevent people from seeing my day-after glow. But it was short-lived and eventually I had to head back to campus. <br><br> Soon enough, I was out in the sweltering sun, <<link "graduating">><<replace "#springfling" t8n>> The heat was sweltering, the speeches resonated less with me than the rest of the bored graduating class. We crossed the platform, got our diplomas as name after so many names were called. Eventually, we'd all done the formalities and we were congratulated, Class of 2023. <br><br> A cheer that I didn't join. Excitement I didn't feel. But I threw my cap with everyone else -- it'd be weird to just be the only one standing around..and looking skyward to catch it, I saw a plane pass overhead. And the next day, I was on one to the [[Philippines|EXIT]]. That was it. College was over. The 'rails of life' had reached their terminus...I was really making things up as I went now. <br><br><br> <<if $CC.virgin == true>><<set $CC.virgin = false>>What a crazy capstone to college. To lose my viriginity and to lose it //that// way.<</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. But for now, I could enjoy the end of my college career and soak in the experience. <<path>> ''No'' need to get crazy. I should go find <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> and not leave things on a sour note. <<contents>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value ++>> <br><br> <<if $CC.virgin == true>> I shied back. There was no way that he meant //me// right? Nope. He was. One of the security on the other side of the barrier reached a beefy arm across to help me over. "Uh, no s-sorry." I pushed back against the wall of people behind me, looking for an exit. I was having a great time, definitely feeling it, but I wasn't a groupie. Especially for ''them''. <br><br> People gave way and I made my way through the crowd, "Aww, come on. Don't go!" from the stage, a swelling boo as the drunk crowd joined in the disappointment. It was funny to me that the people were cupping hands to their mouths and booing out loud right as I passed them -- they had no clue who they were booing. <br><br> I realized it'd be impossible to find Timothy in this crowd. I pulled out my phone to text and then I realized...I wasn't in the mood to hash out the future. I didn't want cliche 'losing my virginity' on our last night. Finding Timothy would have been too much, would have implied things and I didn't mean any of them. <br><br> As hard as it was, I tucked my phone away and resolved to stay alone tonight. I'd see Timothy tomorrow and say goodbye as if it were nothing, just another day. Or I wouldn't. <br><br> All I did know was that in a few hours, we'd be out in the sweltering sun, <<link "graduating">><<replace "#springfling" t8n>> The heat was sweltering, the speeches resonated less with me than the rest of the bored graduating class. We crossed the platform, got our diplomas as name after so many names were called. Eventually, we'd all done the formalities and we were congratulated, Class of 2023. <br><br> A cheer that I didn't join. Excitement I didn't feel. But I threw my cap with everyone else -- it'd be weird to just be the only one standing around..and looking skyward to catch it, I saw a plane pass overhead. And the next day, I was on one to the [[Philippines|EXIT]]. That was it. College was over. The 'rails of life' had reached their terminus...I was really making things up as I went now. <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> I shied back. There was no way that he meant //me// right? Nope. He was. One of the security on the other side of the barrier reached a beefy arm across to help me over. "Uh, no s-sorry." I pushed back against the wall of people behind me, looking for an exit. I was having a great time, definitely feeling it, but I wasn't a groupie. Especially for ''them''. <br><br> People gave way and I made my way through the crowd, "Aww, come on. Don't go!" from the stage, a swelling boo as the drunk crowd joined in the disappointment. It was funny to me that the people were cupping hands to their mouths and booing out loud right as I passed them -- they had no clue who they were booing. <br><br> /* MIRA TODO : Phone Text Here */ Finally out of the crowd, I pulled out my phone and sent off a text, "Hey. Where you at?" The three dots. Thank god. Well, depending on their response. <br><br> "Had enough fun?" Ouch. Okay. Fair. <br><br> "You still at the concert?" A picture of the TV from the couch. I took it as an invitation and my sweaty ass rolled up and was pleased to see them smiling as they opened the door, "Didn't stay long?" <br><br> "Nah. Not really my scene." I pulled myself into them and we went inside. <br><br> <<if $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> She kept her distance, letting me know she was still upset with me, but after an hour of shitty TV and cuddling on the couch together, she softened. "I'm sorry." <br><br> "I know." She kissed me on my forehead and that's all we had to say. We didn't have to discuss whatever was actually making her mad. I wished that the rest of the day could have been that easy and smooth, but I'd take this. <br><br> When we climbed into bed, we didn't have to end on a bad note. <br><br> I don't know if either of us were expressly horny, but we wanted the closeness. It started with me pulling myself against her, spooning and holding her tightly. "Ugh...you smell like--" my mouth stopped her. Facing away became twisting to meet me became us face to face, our legs sliding between each others. <br><br> Our hands slid into each others hair. We'd started sleeping in beds opposite each other, but we'd spent four years sharing sleeping arrangements quite a bit. And this would be the last one. I don't know if she knew, but it felt like she knew, the way her fingers pulled at my roots. The way her tongue pushed deep into my mouth. <br><br> I worked off her sleeping shorts and she pulled at mine, ditched down under the sheets to tie up our feet later. My hand dipped between her thighs, finding her excitement and knowing exactly how to please her. <br><br> One finger, then a second slipped into her velvety clutch and I heard the cute and familiar noise of her pleasure. I was working her spot without even trying, my other hand squeezing at her breast and tweaking her hard nipple. She shuddered against me and I smiled, breathing against her neck -- I knew how to make her cum so easily. "Ca-reful." Her hand grabbed at my wrist. "Not yet." <br><br> "Why not?" I dug my fingers deeper to make my point. She cooed. And then she came. She whimpered and laughed, her eyes flashing at me like "How dare you," as her body quivered. My fingers, soaked by her juices, slowed for a moment while I let her peak. Her hand finally finding its way to my hungry hole and I grabbed at her as she entered me. <br><br> I'd miss this. But then again, maybe that was just my body craving another orgasm. Oxytocin is a crazy drug. <br><br> <<else>> He kept his distance, letting me know he was still upset with me, but he couldn't be that upset with me as we got onto the couch and I tugged his shorts down. "Hey, hey." He fought slightly but as soon as I took his cock in my mouth, he softened. And hardened. <br><br> I soaked his cock, sucking him slowly as we watched some Jeopardy. He played as best he could while enjoying the sensation of my mouth on his cock. I knew that I had won him over, no matter what I had done wrong earlier. And with my mouth occupied, we didn't have to talk about tomorrow or the future. <br><br> So, when we climbed into bed, we didn't have to end on a bad note. <br><br> Doubtless, he was ready to go. And I was wet as I had ever been. I climbed over him and he pulled my face to his, mouths meeting for the first time today as his cock easily slid inside me. Slowly, we kissed, his hands holding my head as my hips rocked up and down. <br><br> His fingers played in my hair and my fingers slid over his body, as if we were immortalizing each others bodies in our minds. We took our time, which meant I came. A lot. It seemed like he was enjoying seeing how many times I could climax and how hard it was making it for me to continue riding him. We really had gotten to know how to get each other off. <br><br> Taking that long had its benefits for him as well, because when he came, it was like he had been pent up for weeks. He roared like a dragon and it felt like he wouldn't stop cumming. <br><br> I smiled down at him, watching him shake and endure the powerful orgasm, pressing my ass tight against his thighs to feel every bit of him pulsing inside me. <br><br> <</if>> <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> fell asleep right away, contented. I couldn't. Too much was going on in my brain, so I laid there, stroking my fingers over their skin and looking at them peacefully sleeping. I planned how I'd get up early tomorrow and head out before the 'day after' contentedness made talking too easy. I enjoyed this quiet, this stillness, how <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> looked right now. I wanted to remember it this way before it all changed. Tomorrow -- or today actually. <br><br> In a few hours, we'd be out in the sweltering sun, <<link "graduating">><<replace "#springfling" t8n>> The heat was sweltering, the speeches resonated less with me than the rest of the bored graduating class. We crossed the platform, got our diplomas as name after so many names were called. Eventually, we'd all done the formalities and we were congratulated, Class of 2023. <br><br> A cheer that I didn't join. Excitement I didn't feel. But I threw my cap with everyone else -- it'd be weird to just be the only one standing around..and looking skyward to catch it, I saw a plane pass overhead. And the next day, I was on one to the [[Philippines|EXIT]]. That was it. College was over. The 'rails of life' had reached their terminus...I was really making things up as I went now. <</replace>><</link>>. But for now, I could enjoy the end of my college career and soak in the experience. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</replace>><</link>> 'Spring Fling' that was thrown kind of as a congratulations and honoring our outbound students. It was also fuckin' ''fun''. </div> <</nobr>><<nobr>> <div id="cheats-menu"> <h2>Features:</h2> <ul> <li><<link "Show dossier">><<showDossier>><</link>></li> </ul> <h2>Locations:</h2> <ul> <li>[[Hair Salon]]</li> <li>[[HomeBase]]</li> </ul> <h2>Personality:</h2> <<if ndef $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value = 0>> <</if>> <p> <div>Stable:</div> <span id="Stable"><<= $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value++>> <<replace #Stable>>$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value-->> <<replace #Stable>>$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Suggestible:</div> <span id="Suggestible"><<= $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value++>> <<replace #Suggestible>>$Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value-->> <<replace #Suggestible>>$Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Sophisticated:</div> <span id="Sophisticated"><<= $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value++>> <<replace #Sophisticated>>$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value-->> <<replace #Sophisticated>>$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Confident:</div> <span id="Confident"><<= $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value++>> <<replace #Confident>>$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value-->> <<replace #Confident>>$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Risky:</div> <span id="Risky"><<= $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value++>> <<replace #Risky>>$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value-->> <<replace #Risky>>$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Easy:</div> <span id="Easy"><<= $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value++>> <<replace #Easy>>$Stats.Traits['Easy'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value-->> <<replace #Easy>>$Stats.Traits['Easy'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Excitable:</div> <span id="Excitable"><<= $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value++>> <<replace #Excitable>>$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value-->> <<replace #Excitable>>$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Attractiveness:</div> <span id="Attractiveness"><<= $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value++>> <<replace #Attractiveness>>$Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value-->> <<replace #Attractiveness>>$Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <h2>Skills:</h2> <p> <div>Discipline:</div> <span id="discipline"><<print $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value++>> <<replace #discipline>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value-->> <<replace #discipline>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Deception:</div> <span id="deception"><<print $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value++>> <<replace #deception>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value-->> <<replace #deception>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Athletics:</div> <span id="athletics"><<print $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value++>> <<replace #athletics>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value-->> <<replace #athletics>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Coordination:</div> <span id="coordination"><<print $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value++>> <<replace #coordination>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value-->> <<replace #coordination>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Investigation:</div> <span id="investigation"><<print $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value++>> <<replace #investigation>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value-->> <<replace #investigation>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Learning:</div> <span id="learning"><<print $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value++>> <<replace #learning>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value-->> <<replace #learning>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Perception:</div> <span id="perception"><<print $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value++>> <<replace #perception>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value-->> <<replace #perception>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Performance:</div> <span id="performance"><<print $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value++>> <<replace #performance>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value-->> <<replace #performance>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Social:</div> <span id="social"><<print $Stats.Skills['Social'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value++>> <<replace #social>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Social'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].value-->> <<replace #social>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Social'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Wiles:</div> <span id="wiles"><<print $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value++>> <<replace #wiles>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value-->> <<replace #wiles>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Wealth:</div> <span id="wiles"><<print $CC.wealth>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $CC.wealth++>> <<replace #wealth>> <<= $CC.wealth >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $CC.wealth-->> <<replace #wealth>> <<= $CC.wealth >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <h2>Looks:</h2> <p> <div>braless:</div> <<listbox "$Body.braless" autoselect>> <<option "Yes" true>> <<option "No" false>> <</listbox>> </p> <p> <div>undies:</div> <<listbox "$Body.undies" autoselect>> <<option "Commando" "Commando">> <<option "Thongs" "Thongs">> <<option "Bikini-style" "Bikini-style">> <</listbox>> </p> <p> <div>pubes:</div> <<listbox "$Body.pubes" autoselect>> <<option "Commando" "bald">> <<option "Line" "landing strip">> <<option "Bikini" "bikini line">> <<option "Trimmed" "trimmed bush">> <<option "Bush" "bush">> <</listbox>> </p> <p> </p> <h2>Others:</h2> <p> <div>Freetime:</div> <<listbox "$CC.freetime" autoselect>> <<option "barn" "barn">> <<option "helper" "helper">> <<option "vandal" "vandal">> <<option "home" "home">> <<option "church" "church">> <<option "partier" "partier">> <<option "gang" "gang">> <<option "volunteer" "volunteer">> <<option "sporty" "sporty">> <<option "beach" "beach">> <<option "club" "club">> <<option "tailgate" "tailgate">> <<option "outdoors" "outdoors">> <<script>>state.display(state.active.title, null, "back")<</script>> <</listbox>> </p> <p> <div> School Interest:</div> <<listbox "$CC.schoolinterest" autoselect>> <<option "boys" "boys">> <<option "power" "power">> <<option "new" "new">> <<option "people" "people">> <<option "free" "free">> <<option "active" "active">> <<option "power" "power">> <<option "books" "books">> <<option "trouble" "trouble">> <</listbox>> </p> <p> <div>Clique:</div> <<listbox "$CC.clique" autoselect>> <<option "Sports" "Sports">> <<option "Nerd" "Nerd">> <<option "Alpha" "Alpha">> <<option "Rebel" "Rebel">> <<option "Prude" "Prude">> <</listbox>> </p> <p> </p> </div> <br><br><br> <<link "Back">> <<if State.history.length gt 2>> <<set _target = State.history[State.history.length - 2].title>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<run Engine.play(_target)>> <</if>> <</link>> <br><br> <small>Thanks @AnerisX for shared baseline and inspiration!</small> <</nobr>><img class="image" src="img/Blue_Swallow.png" /> Set the variables you need here. <<nobr>> <<set $bodies = [1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15]>> /* Unchanged for now */ <<set $bodiesDetails = new Map([[]])>> /* Unchanged for now */ /* $sexcount + $kinkNum + $num need to all be looked at with these */ /* $gender is checked when thats not a real variable lol. fix. */ <<set $testArray = []>> <<run $testArray.push({ name: 'bob', title: 'dad'})>> <<run $testArray.push({ name: 'emily', title: 'mom'})>> <<run $testArray.push('hello')>> <<set $Inventory = []>> <<set $Stats = { Traits : { 'Confident' : { value: 10, exp: 100 }, 'Easy' : { value: 10, exp: 100 }, 'Excitable' : { value: 10, exp: 100 }, 'Attractiveness' : { value: 10, exp: 100}, 'Risky' : { value: 10, exp: -100 }, 'Sophisticated' : { value: 10, exp: -100 }, 'Stable' : { value: 10, exp: -100 }, 'Suggestible' : { value: 10, exp: -100 }, }, Skills : { "Athletics" : { value: -10, exp: -100 }, "Coordination" : { value: -10, exp: -100 }, "Deception" : { value: -10, exp: -100 }, "Discipline" : { value: -10, exp: -100 }, "Investigation" : { value: -10, exp: -100 }, "Learning" : { value: -10, exp: 100 }, "Perception" : { value: -10, exp: 100 }, "Performance" : { value: -10, exp: 100 }, "Social" : { value: -10, exp: 100 }, "Wiles" : { value: -10, exp: 100 }, }, Kinks : [], BodyTraits : [], SexSkills : [], }>> <<set $Body = { braless : false, eyes : "", piercings : [], piercingStyle : {}, pubes : "bikini line", tattoos : [], skin : "", style : "", tits: "", undies : [], /* array and string */ }>> <<set $People = { "GY" : { Alina: { name: 'Alina', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Lily: { name: 'Lily', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Masenna: { name: 'Masenna', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Sofia: { name: 'Sofia', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Bekkah: { name: 'Bekkah', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Rian: { name: 'Rian', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, "UN" : { Roommate : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, SoroSister : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Boyfriend : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, }>> /* TODO: Break up CC even further. Looking at Clothes, and maybe Family? */ <<set $CC = { actPath : 0, adoptive : "", age : 0, activity : "", attempt : false, attemptBig : false, bank : 0, barnTime : 0, barnDrink : false, barnDrugs : false, barnLocation : false, barnMusic : false, barnPeople : false, barnSurprise : false, BC : "", bodies : [], /* ?? */ clique : "", chellaDirect : false, chellaDetect : false, chellaSneak : false, conception : 0, dad : 0, danceStyles : [], DName : "", EDName : "", father : "", fertile : 0, firstDay : "", friend1 : "", freetime : "club", Feyes : "", Fhair : "", FhairStyle : "", Fheight : 0, Flooks : 0, Fname : "", Ftrait : 0, Fskin : "", FFName : "", FFsex : "", FFpeople : 0, FFlocation : 0, FFmusic : 0, FFdrink : 0, FFdrugs : 0, FFsurprise : 0, grooming : 0, gymScore : 0, hometown : "WA", height : 0, inherited : [], HSBC : 20, hsv : "", kinknum : 0, /* Didn't update */ labelReaction : 0, looks : 0, maleAttention : 0, maleReaction : 0, makeIt : 0, memories : [], MName : "", Mhair : "", Mheight : 0, Mlooks : 0, Mtrait : 0, Meyes : "", Mskin : "", mom : 1, mother : "family", name : "", num : 0, /* Didn't update */ opening : "", parents : "hurt", position : 0, schoolinterest : "", spoiled : false, sexuality : 0, surname : "", traits: [], virgin : false, vCard : "Larry", wealth : 3, }>> <<set $HS = { ava : 0, addictionLv : 0, bandWin : 0, bandName : "", bandCohesion : false, chair : "", college: 0, compHungover : false, compWin : 0, cosplay : false, costume : "elder", dropOut : false, firstOptions : {}, gapYear : 0, label : false, media : 0, modelHire : 0, musicOriginal : false, /* Never checked, delete? */ paddyHU : "", postGrad : "", promDate : "", promWin : 0, sales : 0, SMfollowers : 0, soloist : false, soloSuccess : 0, testScore : 0, twitchWin : 0, twitchOpenLoss : false, twitchCosWin : 0, twitchFifth : "", vol : 0, }>> <<set $GY = { friend : "", joinedIn : false, knows : false, native : false, nativeStyle : "", repatriated : false, swissTrysts : 0, tiktok : false, wife : false, }>> <<set $PG = { boysSex : false, }>> <<set $ACTI = { followed : false, goOut : "", knowledge : [], leftSolo : false, oops : false, search : 0, target : "", ticket : 0, }>> <<set $UN = { ADP : 0, CBC : 0, clothes : "", DDD : 0, DZ : 0, extracurricular : "", GDI : false, GPA : 0, greek : "", KKG : 0, KD : 0, major : "", newFirst : "", notFirst : false, present : "", professor : false, rush : false, rushed : [], sex : "", test : 0, XO : 0, }>> /* Constant Variables */ <<set setup.rushOptions = ['XO', 'DDD', 'KKG', 'KD', 'DZ', 'ADP']>> <<set setup.LezFlavor = [ "was decent.", "was a great lay.", "was barely a blip.", "was mostly focused on me cumming.", "asked permission to cum.", "did amazing things with her fingers.", "was incredibly vocal.", "never made a sound until her came.", "was a mistake, but we had fun.", "loved to watch in the mirror.", "liked being tied up.", "loved pulling my hair.", "just kinda...happened?", "was incredible with her tongue.", "came so quick, made me feel like a god.", "preferred cuddling.", "used a strap-on.", "had a gorgeous pussy.", "had an incredible set of tits.", "had eyes I could swim in.", "had incredible hair.", "left me with pubes in my teeth.", "tasted awful.", "breath smelled like eggs.", "only liked to fuck drunk.", "got horny when she was high.", ]>> <<set setup.FuckFlavor = [ "was decent.", "was a great lay.", "was barely a blip.", "came quick.", "couldn't really get it up.", "breath smelled like eggs.", "only liked to fuck drunk.", "got horny when he was high.", "was mostly focused on me cumming.", "treated me like a fleshlight.", "went multiple rounds, multiple times.", "lasted til it hurt.", "preferred doggy.", "wanted me on top.", "asked permission to cum.", "enjoyed fucking my tits.", "had a giant dick.", "had a tiny dick.", "did amazing things with his fingers.", "was incredible with his tongue.", "was incredibly vocal.", "never made a sound until he came.", "was a mistake, but we had fun.", "loved to watch in the mirror.", "liked being tied up.", "loved pulling my hair.", "just kinda...happened?", "never cleaned his cock.", ]>> <<set setup.People = { generic1: { name: 'Levi', title: "was a sweet, but nerdy guy from Computer Class.", gender: 'M', caption: "Levi from Computer class"}, generic2: { name: 'Owen', title: "an upper classman.", gender: 'M', caption: "upper classman"}, generic3: { name: 'Asher', title: "an under classman.", gender: 'M', caption: "under classman"}, generic4: { name: 'Carl', title: "from my class.", gender: 'M', caption: "from HS"}, generic5: { name: 'Owen', title: "from our sister school.", gender: 'M', caption: "from another HS"}, }>> <<if true == true>> <<run setup.People.peteyyy = { name: 'Petey', title: "I landed my first crush.", gender: 'M', caption: "first crush" }>> <</if>> <</nobr>> And then skip directly to where I need to go here! [[Edit this in _Debugging.tw so you jump to the correct passage|GY005 - BackpackingVign]] [[Default start: CC001 - Origin ➡️|CC001 - Origin]] <<print $testArray.find((a) => a.name ? a.name === 'emilyY' : a === 'hello') ? true : false>> <<set $boolTest = false>> <<set $boolTest = random(0,1)>> <<print $boolTest>> <<if $boolTest>> <<print 'hi'>> <</if>> <<set $testArr = [1,2,3]>> <<print $testArr.includes(1)>> <<addBody "Dummy I hated" M>> <<addBody "Katie" F "Katie, my Queen">> <<set _bodyTitle = "test" + $CC.parents + ", my Prom date.">> <<addBody $CC.vCard $CC.hometown _bodyTitle $CC.freetime>> <<run $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Katie").family = true>> <<if $bodies.find(({ family }) => family)>> I found the boddyyyyy <<else>> I didn't find the body. <</if>>