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<img src="images/intro2.webp"> My car cruised through the front gate to face the mansion sitting on the hill. I didn’t want to risk detracting from the curb appeal with my fifteen year old Subaru, so I passed the silver luxury SUV and parked off to the side. <center><<button [[Continue|P1]]>><</button>> </center>

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<img src="images/intro1.webp"> The mansion was beautiful. Six bedrooms, ten bathrooms. I wondered why the rich always seemed to need so many places to take a dump. “Hey, Kate?” I called out as I opened the front door. <center><<button [[Continue|P1.1]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/intro4.webp"> "Right?" Kate said. "I keep telling them, but what do I know? I’m only their agent.” “At least it’s not a bad spot to spend a Thursday afternoon." <center><<button [[Continue|P4]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/kate3.webp"> Kate sighed. "I keep telling the seller they should drop it by five hundred, but they want the round number." "They’re missing out on everyone who keeps their search under ten million," I said. <center><<button [[Continue|P3]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/kate1.webp"> “I found a bottle of champagne in the fridge I’m tempted to pop open. We could always say a potential buyer opened it.” "Thirsty Thursday!" I said as I reached for a warm chocolate chip cookie off the plate next to her. <center><<button [[Continue|P4.1]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/intro6.webp"> For a second I thought she caught me, but based on her tone I realized she meant the cookie. I took a bite. "Best batch yet." Kate closed her laptop. “Fuck it, I need to check if that couch is as comfy as it looks.” <center><<button [[Continue|P6]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/intro7.webp"> "No champagne?" I asked as I followed her. “That bottle probably cost more than your car. But if no one shows up in the next hour, we just might.” <center><<button [[Continue|P7]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/bgoverlook1.webp"> I took a moment to admire the sight from the balcony. The infinity pool had almost the same shade of blue as the ocean below, giving contrast from extravagence and luxury to nature at its finest. A million dollar view. And yet, I kept finding myself glancing back over at my coworker sitting across from me. When did she get this <i>curvy</i>? <center><<button [[Continue|P8]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/intro10.webp"> “So…” Kate said as she raised a pair of sunglasses over her eyes. "I have news for you, but I don't know if it's good or bad. Or maybe a prank?" "Okay?" <center><<button [[Continue|P9]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/intro9.webp"> “Someone called for you back at the office," Kate said. “Oh yeah? Asked for me personally, did they?” “You could say that. The girl asked me to pass along a message.” <center><<button [[Continue|P10]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/kate2.webp"> “$name! I'm by the kitchen! Just follow the scent!” I found the attractive redhead seated comfortably at a table typing on her laptop. She wore a white sleeveless dress to look the part of a professional realtor, but it was tighter and more playful than her typical attire. <center><<button [[Continue|P1.3]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/intro3.webp"> "Good morning," I said. "Do we have anyone scheduled to check the place out today?" “Not yet. And this place has been on the market for six months.” <center><<button [[Continue|P2]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/intro5.webp"> Although I enjoyed her company and we flirted on occasion, I always tried to keep things professional to respect the fact Kate was married. Plus, she was basically my boss, and although I didn’t work directly for her, she was mentoring me on how to become a realtor who actually made sales. Despite this, when I stood this close I couldn't help but admire the curves under her tight dress. "Tasty?" Kate asked. <center><<button [[Continue|P5]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/intro8.webp"> “Yeah? What was it?” “Tell $name he is going to be a daddy.” <center><<button [[Continue|P11]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/intro11.webp"> I chuckled. “Right.” “Oh, I’m not making this up.” I stared at her for a moment, hoping to detect a lie, but the sunglasses made it impossible. “Wait. Who was it?” <center><<button [[Continue|P12]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/intro12.webp"> “She didn’t leave a name.” I sat up. “Did she sound serious?” “She did. Are you okay? You’re looking a little pale there.” <center><<button [[Continue|P13]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/intro10.webp"> “Well, go ahead," Kate said. "Make some calls.” “And say what? ‘Hey, are you the girl who called to tell me she was pregnant? No? Okay, have a nice weekend’?” Kate grinned. “Sounds kind of bad when you say it like that.” <center><<button [[Continue|P15]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/intro8.webp"> “Fuck me," I said. “Sounds like you don’t really want to talk to them.” “Not really. If it was any of the girls I’m cool with, they probably would have called me, right? Why search my name online and call the office number otherwise?” <center><<button [[Continue|P16]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/intro12.webp"> “Maybe just to fuck with you,” Kate said. “If that’s the case, it worked.” “Only if you sit here and overthink it.” <center><<button [[Continue|P17]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/intro8.webp"> “Hey, what if I call a few numbers and put them on speaker so you can see if you recognize the voice?” I asked. “That could work.” I pulled out my phone as I looked out at the view, no longer feeling quite so relaxed by it. <center><<button [[Continue|P18]]>><</button>></center>

<div class="message">  “Okay, let me think about who I should call first," I said.  “How many girls are we talking about, anyway?"  I shrugged.  Kate rolled her eyes. "You’re making it sound like a whole plethora of women, but it’s probably someone from the past few months.”  “Plethora, huh?”  “Come on, you don’t have to try to sound cool around me,” Kate said.  “Honestly, since I moved into my new place I’ve been on something of a streak.”  “You moved near a college bar, right? Aren’t those girls a bit young for you?”  “Yes and no. I’m still in my twenties.”  “So am I, but I wouldn’t be able to date someone who still thinks going out clubbing is cool. So how many girls are we talking about here?” <center><<button [[Continue|P19]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “Let me think about it,” I said as I began counting on my fingers. “At least four.” “You slut! Okay, how many of them did you have unprotected sex with?” “At least four.” “Damn. So do you have a pregnancy fetish, or do you just like living dangerously?” “Neither. It wasn’t unprotected. If they weren’t on birth control, I always pulled out. Knocking up a girl is one of my biggest fears.” “Not enough to make you wear a condom, apparently.” “I’m allergic.” Kate chuckled. “Wow. So you’re just irresponsible. You realize girls forget to take their birth control all the time, right? When we miss a day it becomes ineffective.” “I do now.” "So make some calls." <center><<button [[Continue|P20]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> I groaned. “Fine. I'll start with Tiffany.” “Tiffany, huh? Did you ever hear the saying, ‘never date hairdressers, strippers, or girls named Tiffany?’” “You keep giving me this advice after it would have actually been useful.” “Just call the crazy girl.” I hit dial, and the phone began ringing. “To be fair," I said, "if this is all just someone fucking with me, it’s probably her.” The phone continued ringing six times before clicking over to voicemail, and I hung up. “She'll call back..” “So who was she? How did you meet?” Kate asked. "At the bars." "That's all you're giving me? Come on, we have time here. Paint me a picture." <center><<button [[Continue|P21]]>><</button>></center></div>

<img src="images/tiffanybar1.webp"> "I was having a good night." "Did she ever buy you a drink?" Kate asked. "Actually, yeah. Then we made out for a bit." <center><<button [[Continue|1.14]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/bars1.webp"> “The night of my housewarming party for my new apartment, I had a few friends over and we played beer pong on the balcony. After a while, my friends saw so many girls walking by on the street below that we decided to head down to the bars. They were packed since it was a Thursday, the busiest bar day for students because they're done with classes and out looking to kick off their weekend early.” Kate interrupted me. "Thanks for setting the scene, but I meant tell me more about Tiffany. What does she look like?" <center><<button [[Continue|P21.1]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/tiffanybar2.webp"> "Okay, so without worrying about anyone else at the bar, how did it go down?" Kate said. "Tiffany was standing next to me waiting to order drinks so I started chatting her up. She was flirty and asked if I would buy her a drink. I said no, but I’d let her buy mine." "Smooth." <center><<button [[Talk yourself up|1.10]]>><<set $brag to true>><</button>>    <<button [[Stay humble|1.11]]>><<set $brag to false>><</button>> </center>

<img src="images/tiffany1.webp"> "Light brown hair, brown eyes, a bit thicc, but in a good way. Fantastic tits, and a big ol' booty." “So, Tiffany is a college girl?” Kate said. “No, but her younger sister was, which is why she was there. Plus, she is friends with one of the bartenders." <center><<button [[Continue|P22]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/tiffanybar1.webp"> "We ended up making out, which I blame you for,” I said. “And why’s that?” “You gave me the advice to dress nicer, so I wore a black button up shirt and it seemed to work for me that night.” <center><<button [[Continue|1.12]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/tiffanybar3.webp"> “See? Not all my advice comes too late. So this girl named Tiffany made out with you in the middle of a bar right after meeting her?” Kate asked. “Nah, it was about an hour later. We kept bumping into each other, and eventually we were both outside as she was leaving. I asked for her number, she gave me bedroom eyes, and I kissed her.” <center><<button [[Continue|P23]]>><</button>></center>

<div class="message"> “Well, look at you. Alright, it looks like she isn’t calling you back. Call the next girl on your list.” I sighed. “Yeah… okay, this one is Hannah.” The phone never rang, it went right to voicemail. I tried again with the same result. “Wow, she blocked you,” Kate says with a smirk. “Maybe. Or her phone is off, or isn't getting a signal. Or, hell, maybe I’m not getting a signal, and that’s why it isn’t ringing.” Kate picked up her phone and dialed mine. It rang instantly. “Damn it,” I said. “I'll call her again in a bit.” “Why not leave a message?” “Eh… I guess.” I called again and waited for the beep. “Hey, Hannah. It's $name calling. I just wanted to check in with you. Hope all is well. Give me a call back when you can, thanks.” “That wasn't so hard, was it?” Kate asked when I hung up. <center><<button [[Continue|P24]]>><</button>></center></div>

<img src="images/tiffanybar3.webp"> “So this girl named Tiffany made out with you in the middle of a bar right after meeting her?” Kate asked. "What a slut." “Nah, it was about an hour later. We kept bumping into each other, and eventually we were both outside as she was leaving. I asked for her number, she gave me bedroom eyes, and I kissed her.” <center><<button [[Continue|P23]]>><</button>></center>

<div class="message"> “That was awful,” I said. “Okay, who's next?” “I'm going to give her a minute. I don’t want to be on the phone with someone else and miss a call.” “Are you really this phone averse? Taking phone calls is half the job if you want to be successful in real estate.” “Only when I’m calling to find out if my life is over.” “You’re really that afraid of having a kid, huh?” “An unwanted one, yeah! Out of all the girls I’ve hooked up with lately, there aren’t any I’d consider wanting to end up with. A kid means we’re in each other’s lives for the next two decades.” “So it’s not the having a kid part that scares you, it’s the part where it’s with the wrong woman.” “Exactly. I know it’s different for you where you and your husband have been trying for a little while now, but you’re ready. You found your person. It’s not so scary.” “No, it’s still a little scary. But it’s also fucking hot.” <center><<button [[Continue|P25]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “You think kids are hot?” I said with a smirk. “Fuck off! I’m talking about getting knocked up. I’ve had a breeding kink for a long time, and now that we’ve actually been trying, it’s really elevated our sex life.” “I’m happy for you.” “Thank you! Okay, so tell me how you met this girl.” “Same night, same bar,” I said. “Really?” <<if $brag is true>> “Hannah was out drinking with her girlfriends, and my friends started talking with them. They didn't get along great, but Hannah and I hit it off well enough. " "Oh! Did you do the thing I told you to?" “Flirt with her friends to get them to approve of me? Yep! Worked like a charm.” “Was she hot? Describe her for me.” <<else>> “Hannah was out drinking with her girlfriends, and my friends started talking with them. They didn't get along great, but Hannah and I hit it off well enough. I even used the other advice you gave me about flirting with her friends to get them to like me and give me their approval." "Oh! Did it work?" "Of course." “Was she cute? Describe her for me.” <</if>> <center><<button [[Continue|P26]]>><</button>></center></div>

<img src="images/hannah2.webp"> <<if $brag is true>>“I thought so. Curly sandy blonde hair, brown eyes, nice smile, curvy with wide hips, a narrow waist, and big tits,” I said. “Rawr. I’m sensing you have a type.” “Maybe.” <<else>>"I thought so. She was about twenty five and had also just moved into a new place down the road, out in the country.” "Cool, but how was her body? Was she hot?" “I thought so. Curly blonde hair, brown eyes, nice smile, curvy with wide hips, a narrow waist, and a large rack.” <</if>> <center><<button [[Continue|P27]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/hannah3.webp"> “And you were flirting with both of these girls at the same time?” Kate asked. “Kind of. It was a busy bar, I was having fun with my buddies, and we talked to a few girls. Hannah was a happy drunk having a good night. She told me a story about a time she was out at a hotel and woke up outside her room half naked with no idea how she got there, trying to sound like she was wild, but it only made her seem more innocent.” <center><<button [[Continue|P28]]>><</button>></center>

<div class="message"> “Then you decided to go make out with the girl with the stripper name,” Kate said. “Yep. After she left I went back inside to find my friends. Hannah invited me back to her place, but her friends weren't all that excited about it, because they didn’t like mine.” “Why didn't you just take everyone back to your place?” “I tried, but her friends weren't having it. They wanted to call it a night, and needed Hannah there to let them back into her place.” “Got it.” “I tried to sneak away with them at one point, but one of my buddies appeared out of nowhere and followed us. Apparently he got a taxi back to his place because he forgot his wallet and couldn't get back into the bar, but it turned out his wallet was actually at my apartment. When he got there, the taxi driver was pissed off because he couldn't pay him, so he ran away.” “Sounds like you have great friends.” “Yeah, they're always good for a story. Already, we started walking down the road to her place, and she said it was about a mile, but it turned out to be more like three. It was a good hour before we got there.” <center><<button [[Continue|P29]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “Oof,” Kate said. “It wasn't so bad. It gave me time to get to know Hannah, and also chat with her friends to get them to like me. They even warmed up to my friends a bit. Everyone was still drunk and in a good mood.” “Look at you taking my advice! So, you stayed over?” “Nope. She wasn't that kind of girl. She talked about watching Disney movies and shit. We all had fun, but after a while her friends got tired of mine and kicked them out. We called a taxi, and guess who showed up?” “The taxi driver from before?” “Yep! We were halfway home when he recognized my buddy and pulled over to the side of the road and told us to get out." "Serves him right. Did he pay for his ride from earlier?" "Plus a big tip.” “You need better friends, dude.” <center><<button [[Continue|P30]]>><</button>></center></div>

<img src="images/intro12.webp"> "Maybe," I said. “So why are you currently blocked on this girl's phone?” “We’ll get there. So, the next day I called Tiffany and asked her out for dinner.” <center><<button [[Shorter version|2.11]]>><<set $shortversion to true>><</button>> <<button [[Longer version|P31]]>><<set $shortversion to false>><</button>></center>

<div class="message"> “I'm going to set the mood by summarizing the evening in a pop song." “Now you’re speaking my language,” Kate said. “I took her out, it was a Friday night. I walked alone, to get the feeling right. We started making out, and she took off my pants, but then I turned on the TV,” I sang. “A pop punk reference. Well done.” “Knew you’d appreciate it.” “By the way, the line is, ‘I wore cologne,’ not ‘I walked alone.’” “Bullshit.” “Look it up,” Kate said. “Now I don’t want to. That’s probably my favorite line in the song. It sets the whole mood.” “Not the fact no one likes you when you’re twenty-three?” <center><<button [[Continue|P32]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “Anyway," I continued, "Tiffany came over to my place and I gave her the tour. We started making out, and we were supposed to go out to dinner, but I ended up taking her into my room and having my way with her first. I guess I was a little hungover from the night before.” "I get it. A hangover always makes me thirsty," Kate said. "But I still gotta slut shame." <<if $brag is true>>"It's not her fault. It turns out I'm irresistable." <<else>>"Really? I thought you were above using these outdated stereotypes."<</if>> "I was talking about you." "Fair enough. Normally I’m not the type to hook up before dinner, let alone with a girl for the first time, but I guess I was feeling confident from the night before.” “Sex before dinner is the absolute best. Why would you wait until you’re feeling full and lethargic? Have your dessert first, I say. Sorry, continue." “After we finished, I took Tiffany out and we had fun getting to know each other over dinner. She spent the night, and I have to say we had a great time." "Oh no! Where did it all go wrong?" Kate asked dramatically. <center><<button [[Continue|P33]]>><</button>></center></div>

<img src="images/intro9.webp"> "I hooked up with Tiffany on Friday night, she stayed over, and I went out with Hannah the next night," I said. "Really? That's all I'm getting for details?" "We didn't use protection." <center><<button [[Continue|2.12]]>><</button>></center>

<div class="message"> “The next day at work I was texting Hannah, and we were vibing. I think you made some comment about a big stupid smile on my face.” “I would never say such a thing, I would only think it.” “She invited me over for a dinner date, and it turned out she was a decent cook. We watched a movie-” “Was it a movie aimed at children?” “No. Well, do Marvel movies count?” “Still Disney.” “Good point. Anyway, she said something about a sore back-” “Big boobs.” “-and I offered to give her a little back massage.” “Smooth.” <center><<button [[Continue|P34]]>><</button>></center></div>

<img src="images/hannahdate1.webp"> "So why did they both stop talking to you?" Kate asked. "After my date with Hannah, we decided to go out for a drink." "Uh oh." <center><<button [[Continue|P37]]>><</button>></center>

<div class="message"> “She lay on her floor and I started doing my thing. She began moaning, and although I didn’t expect much to go down that night, I started thinking maybe it could.” “Was it you? Did you go down?” “Her cat came out and started rubbing up on me, and she said her cat didn’t like anyone, so it must mean I was a good person.” “Wow, the stars really aligned for you that weekend, didn’t they?” “So I thought. Anyway, her cat let me pet it-” “Good pussy.” “And when she sat back up on the couch, I tried to kiss her. She pulled back at first, but then got into it. I didn’t plan to get anywhere with her that night, and I think she sensed that, which made her even more into me.” “Probably, yeah.” “My hands roamed her body, but she stopped me from undressing her, telling me she wasn’t ready for any of that until a third date. That was fine with me, since I’d already emptied my tank with Tiffany.” <center><<button [[Continue|P35]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “Into her, more like, since I know your dumbass didn’t use protection,” Kate said. “Guilty. I asked if our first night counted as a date, and she said she supposed so. Then I told her I had to go, and left her there with a confused look on her face. After a few seconds, I knocked on her door and asked if she wanted to go on another date with me.” “That’s so corny! But knowing you, it worked.” “We kept making out, and since her place was a studio apartment, it was easy to move her back to her bed where I… uh… went down on her,” I said. “Then you fucked her.” “Yeah, after I gave her an orgasm I was ready to go, so we rolled around in the hay a bit-” “Without a condom,” Kate added. “-and she did seem to regret it a bit, being a good girl and all, but she still wanted to hang out after.” <center><<button [[Continue|P36]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “You keep saying she was a good girl, but in my experience, the Disney nerds with the stuffed animals on their beds are the freakiest girls of all,” Kate said. “She did have one, yeah.” “And?” “Pretty low on the freaky sex scale, I would say. But she was hot, so I enjoyed myself.” “So why are you currently blocked on her phone?” “We’re getting there," I said. "Afterwards she started telling me how much she liked me, which made me feel a little bad.” “Not that bad though.” “True. It was still early, so Hannah asked for a tour of my new apartment. On the way she suggested we stop in for a drink at the local bar, so we did. But that’s where my confidence bit me in the ass.” “Why’s that?” <center><<button [[Continue|P37]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “Guess who was at the bar,” I said. “Tiffany?” “Yup.” “Oof. Now I’m starting to imagine why she blocked you.” “I tried to play it cool, thinking maybe when Tiffany came up to chat with Hannah, they wouldn’t mention the fact I’d fucked both of them in the past twelve hours.” “How optimistic of you,” Kate said. “Yeah, I hadn’t finished ordering drinks before I heard, ‘wait, you’re on a date? But he fucked me this morning.’” “Damn. So, was Tiffany mad too?” “I went home alone, and both girls told me to fuck off. I haven’t seen Hannah since.” “That’s the problem with the freaky ones. They can get pretty jealous.” <center><<button [[Continue|P38]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “Yeah," I said. "Although between the two, I’d still say Tiffany is more of a freak.” “But you still talk to her?” “Yeah, two weeks later my buddy ran into her friend and asked me to wingman for him since I owed him.” “Dude. Your friends are the worst. All they keep doing is cock blocking you in all these stories.” “Not really. I’m the one who fucked up things with those two.” “At least you take accountability. Most guys I know wouldn’t do that. Or girls, come to think of it.” “If not for my friends, I wouldn’t have met them in the first place. I’m not the type of guy who walks up to randoms and starts up conversations. I’ve tried many times, but it’s just not who I am. They broke the ice, then I was able to swoop in and look normal by comparison.” “Ah, so you’re like the girl who makes sure she’s hotter than all her friends so she looks better by comparison.” “Maybe?” I said. “Genius. Although I will point out that you met Tiffany on your own.” <center><<button [[Continue|P39]]>><</button>></center></div>

<img src="images/intro12.webp"> “Fair,” I said. “So why did you owe your buddy?” “Because I had a threesome with the girls he and my other buddy brought home.” <center><<button [[Continue|P40]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/intro10.webp"> Kate sat up. “What! Hold on, I need to hear this, but first I'm going to grab a cookie, and then you're going to continue your story. Do you want one?” “You know I do.” <center><<button [[Continue|P41]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/cookies1.webp"> Kate hopped up and headed straight for the cookie plate. "Actually, I can't wait. Just start the story!" Kate said. <center><<button [[Continue|P42]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/cookies2.webp"> "Alright," I said. "The next weekend after things blew up with Tiffany and Hannah my buddies wanted to go out again, but I wasn’t feeling it.” “Didn’t want to run into one of the girls again, huh?” <center><<button [[Continue|P43]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/cookies4.webp"> “Basically," I said. "I was also feeling pretty shitty after tweaking my back from moving some furniture around on top of feeling sorry for myself after messing things up with two girls I actually kind of liked, so I stayed home and played video games in my sweatpants and a hoodie. That's when my roommate and my buddy returned from the bars with two girls in hand.” <center><<button [[Continue|P44]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/bri1.webp"> “Descriptions?” Kate asked. “Both pretty in their own way. Brianna, the brunette, was my type for sure.” “Big boobs?” <center><<button [[Continue|P45]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/beerpong1.webp"> “How did you know?" I said. "Anyway, they all decided to play beer pong, and I was dragged into it. I was standing there in my hoodie, looking like death, and both girls seemed weirdly attracted to me.” “So you can’t credit the nice clothes this time.” <center><<button [[Continue|P46]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/beerpong2.webp"> “Not at all," I said. "I wasn’t looking to steal my friend’s girls, so I wasn’t flirting with them at all, just being friendly enough to not chase them off.” “But they were attracted to you for not hitting on them. So, they were college girls.” <center><<button [[Continue|P47]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/cookies3.webp"> “Correct. As the night wore on, my roommate and my buddy both kept coming on to them, to the point where the black girl was getting uncomfortable and wanting to leave. To help out, since they were both drunk and they were talking about driving home, I offered for her to crash in my room so she’d feel safe, and said I’d sleep on the couch.” “Very gallant of you.” Kate said as she grabbed another cookie. <center><<button [[Continue|P48]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/bedroom1.webp"> “Honestly, I just wanted to get back to my game," I said. "But the girl took me up on it, and her friend decided to crash in my bed too, to the disappointment of my roommate.” “I don’t see how you owe your friends at all.” <center><<button [[Continue|P49]]>><</button>></center>

<div class="message"> “Well, my roommate went back to his room, and my friend was out on the couch with me when Brianna came out to grab me and said I should sleep in there with her and her friend,” I said. “The plot thickens! Does her friend with the small boobs have a name?” “I've spent the last five minutes trying to remember it.” “Classy. Flat girls really are subhuman to you, aren't they?” “She just had a dumb name, I met her once over a month ago.” “I find it suspicious you didn't deny my accusation.” “Relax, your boobs are big enough to make you memorable.” Kate glared at me. “Continue.” "At this point my video game was forgotten, and I walked back with her into my room where she locked the door and told me there were no pants allowed.” “You let a girl make the rules for your own bed?” Kate asked. <center><<button [[Continue|P51]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “In this case, I let it slide,” I said. “Very generous of you. What happened next?” “I had my first threesome, and that’s why my friend said I owed him, for delivering two hot ass college girls to my bedroom.” “That’s all you’re giving me?” “Uh… I didn’t wear a condom, but I don’t remember if I came inside both of them.” “Fair enough, but… your first threesome? I need more details!” “I like how you're more interested in the girls in my stories than the guys.” “Obviously. You didn't knock up any of your guy friends,” Kate said. “Fair enough. Okay, so we all got comfortable, with me on the edge, Brianna the hot girl in the middle, and the other girl by the wall.” "I need more," Kate said. "Set the mood!" "At this point the room was pitch black." <center><<button [[Continue|P52]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “I cuddled up with Brianna, and we started talking. It was a little odd, because every time I’d pull back, she’d be more interested in me, but every time I’d make a move on her, she’d pull back.” “Typical hot college girl," Kate said. “I guess. I tried kissing her a few times, but she said she didn’t like kissing. Then I gave up, and that’s when she pulled out my dick and started blowing me.” “Now this is more like it.” “This is far more than I ever told any of my friends, by the way. They basically just wanted to know what the girls looked like naked.” “Well?” “No idea. It was dark.” “Okay, so she was blowing you. What about the other girl?” “At this point, we’d been talking for long enough for her to fall asleep.” <center><<button [[Continue|P53]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “Some threesome,” Kate said. “I was about to bust, so I pulled Brianna’s face off me and she climbed on top to show what a great cowgirl she could be. At some point, we woke up her friend, because I could hear her masturbating.” “Good girl.” “Brianna came, and I tried to switch positions, but she said she was too sore. Then her friend said, ‘I’d take his dick.’” “Wow.” “At this point, I was kind of annoyed with Brianna for leaving me high and dry, so I said fuck it and climbed over Brianna to fuck her friend.” “Damn, dude. Who was the better lay?” “Brianna was more active, and her friend just kind of lay there, but that could just be the difference in positions. Her friend came too, but the difference was, she let me keep going.” “Two for two? Well look at you.” <center><<button [[Continue|P54]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “I was surprised too, honestly. But she was already fingering herself, so I probably just finished her off. So I slowed down a bit to let her recover, then I flipped her over and hit it from behind.” “Doggy?” Kate asked. “Prone bone. Or whatever you call it where the girl is lying down on her stomach.” “Ohhh, that’s a fun one. So, you came inside her?” “I asked where I should finish, and she said inside.” “So you didn’t finish inside Brianna?” “Not then. But she did wake me up for another round a few hours later, and I’m pretty sure I did then.” “So, four for four,” Kate said. “Yep.” “Congratulations, $name, but I have bad news to tell you.” <center><<button [[Continue|P55]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “What’s that?” I asked. “You still haven’t ever had a threesome.” “What do you mean?” “Neither girl interacted in any way, did they? Kissing each other, touching, even playing with each other’s tits?” I paused. “Not that I could tell, although it was dark, so they were in my mind.” “And while you were fucking one of them, were you ever making out with the other?” Kate asked. “Not that I can remember.” “So you hooked up with two girls side by side, which is pretty cool, but you’ve still never had a threesome.” “Well… I don’t think the girls were really into each other, they were just horny.” “That’s my point. So, did you get both their numbers?” <center><<button [[Continue|P56]]>><</button>></center></div>

<img src="images/cookies4.webp"> “The next morning they were both rude and mean, and sure, some people can’t handle a hangover, but I couldn’t kick them out of there fast enough, so no.” Kate grabbed another cookie. “So how are you going to find them? Go back to the bars?” “Probably, yeah. Brianna's friend is there a lot.” <center><<button [[Continue|P57]]>><</button>></center>

<div class="message"> A moment passed as Kate munched on her cookie. "Don't judge me, I didn't have lunch." "No judgment here." "I gotta say, $name, I'm enjoying your stories. But I'm still wondering who it was that called you." "Same." "So far, everyone you met you only hooked up with once, right? But you said you ran into Tiffany again after the threesome." “Yep. We went out to the bars again the next week, and Tiffany was there with her cousin. My buddy saw her and was instantly in love with her, so he made me go with him to introduce himself.” “Did Tiffany confront you?” “She tried to ignore me at first, but we were standing where we'd met, so I asked her if she would buy me a drink.” “I bet she loved that.” “Totally. Started calling me names, said I was an asshole. I said, ‘maybe, but at least I'm warning you about my friend’ which made her look over to see my friend talking with her cousin.” "Are you really going to make me ask you to describe her to me?" <center><<button [[Continue|P58]]>><</button>></center></div>

<img src="images/becca1.webp"> “Becca is tall-” “With big tits?” Kate asked. “Decent sized, yeah. Wavey blonde hair, glasses. Fun personality. Next to Tiffany she was a ray of sunshine." <center><<button [[Continue|P59]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/beccabar1.webp"> "So I played wingman by sitting there with the girl who was still pissed off at me," I said. "I thought she would run out of things to say and names to call me, but she was just warming up." "Sounds like a great time." <center><<button [[I defended myself|P60]]>><<set $defendmyself to true>><</button>> <<button [[I didn't bother|P60]]>><<set $defendmyself to false>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/beccabar2.webp"> <<if $defendmyself is true>>“I tried to defend myself, reminding her we’d only just met, and I'd met both her and Hannah the same night. It's not like we were official, and I was still getting to know them both.” <<else>>“I didn't even bother trying to defend myself. At first she just acted mad, but eventually started talking about what I was missing out on, and if I hadn't fucked things up we'd be headed up to my apartment with her right now.” <</if>> "Did she look good?" Kate asked. <center><<button [[Continue|P61]]>><</button>></center>

<div class="message"> “Yeah she did. Problem was, I didn’t have anyone I was seeing at the time, and it had been a week since I’d got any, so I have to admit I was under her spell a bit,” I admitted. “Oh, no. You made a move, didn’t you?” <<if $defendmyself is true>>“Kind of? I offered her a drink, but she turned it down because she needed to drive. We’d always had a little competition in our dynamic, so I told her she was the one wasting time by not coming back to my bedroom. So what if I’d proved I wasn’t relationship material? She’d already told me I was the first guy to make her cum, so she might as well make the most of the situation.” Kate chuckled. “How did that go?” “She started talking more shit, saying she was just being nice, she’d faked it, all the usual shit.” “Did it hurt?” “Not really. I knew whatever I said she would argue with, so I knew there was no winning. Instead, I switched to topics and opinions I knew she personally related to, just to try to get her to argue against her own beliefs.” “Like what?” “Tried politics, religion. All the taboo topics you aren’t supposed to bring up in polite conversation. She mentioned horoscopes a few times in the past, so I told her mine said I’d find true love where it was least expected, and I got her to admit astrology was bullshit.” Kate laughed. “Genius.” <<else>>“Nope. I decided to kill her with kindness.” “I bet she loved that,” Kate said. “Yep. Kept throwing out insults, and I would chuckle and say, ‘hell yeah I am!’” “Wow. You might as well have injected her with a full shot of rage.” “At first, yeah, but she finally grew tired of it. Eventually she only glared at me, but then it went more in the way of her trying to seduce me.” “Really?” “I ignored her when she started talking about how her tits had grown lately, said ‘that’s cool’ when she mentioned getting hit on at the bar, and kept finding excuses to touch and rub up against me. I figured it was all a ruse for her to say, ‘gotcha!’ and run off.” “Was it?” Kate asked. <</if>> <center><<button [[Continue|P62]]>><</button>></center></div>

<img src="images/tiffanybar3.webp"> <<if $defendmyself is true>>"Then she leaned over and put her hand on my thigh the same way we did when we met. She said, 'Fuck it, you're right. Let's go back to your place.'" "Really?" Kate said. "Then she leaned over and said, "in your dreams, fuckboy,' and left me there with a semi." <<else>>“Yep. She put her hand on my thigh and watched my pants turn into a tent. Finally I turned to her and put my arm around her shoulders, and she got up, said I was stupid for falling for her tease, then grabbed her cousin and left me there with a semi.” <</if>> <center><<button [[Continue|P63]]>><</button>></center>

<div class="message"> “That’s actually pretty funny,” Kate said. “Yeah, I saw it coming, but it still kind of worked.” “Well, at least you knew she still liked you.” “How’s that?” “If a girl comes at you hot or cold they still have feelings for you. It’s when they’re neutral that you know it’s over. So what did you do next, jerk off?” “Nah, my roommate said I still owed him, and it was still early enough, so he dragged me back down the bars to meet another girl. We tried a different bar, one that happened to have a karaoke night going on.” <center><<button [[Continue|P64]]>><</button>></center></div>

<img src="images/bar2.webp"> "My buddy started talking to a couple of cougars, and I chatted up a girl there who had just finished a song. I’d seen her around, always with a new guy following her around, but tonight she was alone. She was hot enough I’d always considered her out of my league, but I had nothing to lose, so I told her she was inspired.” <center><<button [[Continue|P65]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/slutface1.webp"> "She was a little more high maintenance than I'd typically mess with, looking like she'd just had her hair blown out and was wearing full makeup. She wore a purple dress and was skinny enough where I imagined her tits were fake. But after being left high and dry by Tiffany, it felt nice to get a little attention from the girl all the other guys in the room were staring at." <center><<button [[Continue|P66]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/slutface2.webp"> "Thanks for not making me beg for a description," Kate said. "So, was she actually a good singer?" “Yeah, actually. There’s something about a girl who can really sing that gets you going, you know?” “I do.” <center><<button [[Continue|P67]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/slutface4.webp"> “She tried to talk me into doing a song, and I told her I didn’t want to clear out the bar, people seemed to be having a good time and I didn’t want to ruin that. She offered to sing a duet with me, and right around then my roommate walked up to us.” “So, did you try to hook him up, or did you make a move yourself?” Kate asked. <center> <<button [[I Was A Good Friend|P68]]>><<set $slutface to false>><</button>>    <<button [[I Made A Move|SF1]]>><<set $slutface to true>><</button>> </center>

<img src="images/slutface3.webp"> “I grabbed my roommate and pushed him onstage where he fucked up royally. Apparently he didn’t even know the song since it came out when he was like ten.” “How old is your roommate?” <center><<button [[Continue|P69]]>><</button>></center>

<div class="message"> “Twenty-two,” I said. “Oh, god. How did you end up living with such a baby?” “I figured it would keep me young.” “Yeah, sounds like it worked.” “Anyway, the girl wasn’t all that into him, and seemed to be more into me, but I kept pushing for it. After she sang a few more songs I invited her back to our place where I sat them on the couch together, put on a comedy, and said I had an early morning.” “Did he close the deal?” Kate asked. “Yeah. I heard them in his room going at it for several hours. She was very… vocal.” “You did it!” “Yep. I actually turned down some pussy for once. Felt a little dirty being my roommate’s pimp, but I got the job done.” “And then you jerked off.” <center><<button [[Continue|P70]]>><</button>></center></div>

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<img src="images/slutface3.webp"> “I figured he could handle things himself, so I agreed to go onstage and humiliate myself. She chose something with Ja Rule, so I could sound like an idiot and make barking noises and still stay on brand.” “Ah, yes. Ashanti.” <center><<button [[Continue|SF2]]>><</button>></center>

<div class="message"> “It went decently enough, and she stuck around to sing another few songs, but she kept coming back to chat with me. After a bit I invited her back to my place with the excuse of playing a game of Rock Band where she could keep singing.” “Genius,” Kate said. “Yeah, or a bit of an asshole move, since I hadn’t had that game for about ten years, but it didn’t seem to matter. I made us drinks, we watched TV for a bit until my roommate got the hint and disappeared, then I dragged her into my room.” “I thought you said four girls?” “I was still counting.” “Not memorable?” “Actually, she was a great lay. Although sometimes it felt a bit scripted, you know? Like she’d watched too many pornos and was trying to copy them with her moans and grunts. But damn, if she didn’t give one of the best blowjobs of my life. And she looked great, so I have to admit I did not last long.” “Let me guess. Big boobs?” “Really? What was that like?” <center><<button [[Continue|SF3]]>><</button>></center></div>

<img src="images/slutface5.webp"> “Really? What was that like?” Kate asked. “Not bad. First time I’ve been with someone who had them, so it was a little weird getting used to the feeling.” <center><<button [[Continue|SF4]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/slutface6.webp"> “How did they look?” Kate asked. “Why, are you self conscious about yours? That’s probably for your husband to tell you.” <center><<button [[Continue|SF5]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/intro10.webp"> “These are all me, thank you," Kate sasid. “Seriously? Did you have a growth spurt lately?” “Excuse me, we’re not talking about my tits.” <center><<button [[Continue|SF5.1]]>><</button>></center>

<div class="message"> “Did you finish inside?” “Yeah, she said she was on the pill, so she ended up getting four rounds out of me.” “Damn. Good for you. Although I bet your buddy was pissed off.” “Probably. She was pretty damn loud. What was I supposed to do though, grab the cougar’s hands and drag them back with us? My roommate is a decent opener, but he’s a lousy closer.” “Did you ever hook up again?” “Nah. I got her number, but she never really wanted a second time around. Guess she really was out of my league.” “So, everything you just described sounds like you hooked up with the local slut. Did you get tested after?” “I haven’t had any symptoms. I probably still should though.” “You think?” <center><<button [[Continue|P71]]>><</button>></center></div>

<img src="images/slutface6.webp"> “They looked pretty nice. Better with her top on, but they suited her. Fake lips, fake moans, but still a fun time,” I said. “Did she leave right after?” “Nope. Like I said, great BJ skills, so she had me hard and was riding me ten minutes later.” <center><<button [[Continue|SF6]]>><</button>></center>

<div class="message"> “Not relevant,” I said. “Well, maybe it is. If you jerk off twice a day, your loads aren't going to be nearly as potent as if you're filling these poor girls with a week’s worth of buildup.” “I have to say, when I drove up here today, I didn't expect to be talking about my loads with you. But I will admit to wanking as much as the next guy.” “How very British of you.” “Quite, quite.” “That was good though. Sometimes it’s better to jerk off than to catch something nasty. Based on your description of the karaoke girl, who sounds like a slutbag, you would definitely have an STD right now. Or at least an STI.” “Isn’t that a car?” "Please get tested, $name." "Alright, but only because you suggested it." <center><<button [[Continue|P71]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “Okay, so each of the girls you’ve talked about, you’ve only fucked once,” Kate said. “I fucked them all multiple times, except for Brianna’s friend. But at this point, it was only one night with each of them, yeah.” “It’s possible to make someone pregnant in one night, but it’s unlikely. A girl only ovulates one day a month, and although sperm can last in the system up to five days or so, that’s still only a one in six chance it took place during that time.” I nodded. “I’m aware. But you’re not accounting for the fact a few of these girls might have only hooked up with me because of the fact they were ovulating.” “Alright, so you have done your homework. Which makes you even more of an idiot for being so risky.” I shrugged. “Even then, a healthy woman in her sexual prime has around a twenty percent chance of getting pregnant even when she has sex without protection, so even if you hit up half of these girls when they were ovulating, it’s still not super likely.” “Right, which is why I figured that even if one of them wasn't taking her birth control correctly, the fact we hooked up once meant it was still fairly safe.” “Well…” <center><<button [[Continue|P72]]>><</button>></center></div>

I stopped my story to look around. “Hey, if someone comes up to the house and steals something when we don’t realize they’re here, are we held accountable?” “Usually it would be home insurance that covers it. But don’t worry, I put a little camera near the front door facing the gate that has motion alerts on my phone.” “Smart!

<div class="message"> “And in each one of these stories, I was pretty drunk. And I'm not really a casual hookup guy anyway, I've always been a relationship guy. All this is new to me," I said. “Like they say, you become the people you spend the most time with.” “You'd be pretty high on that list.” “And I have a big breeding fetish and am trying to get knocked up, so do as I say, not as I do.” “Noted.” “So who did you hook up with again? That is probably our biggest clue we have to go by,” Kate said. “Well, a few days after running into Tiffany and Becca, I randomly got a knock on my door.” “Oooh. I take it back, maybe you do know how to tell a story.” I stopped my story to look around. “Hey, something just occured to me. If someone comes up to the house and steals something when we don’t realize they’re here, are we held accountable?” “Usually it would be home insurance that covers it. But don’t worry, I put a little camera near the front door facing the gate that has motion alerts on my phone.” <center><<button [[Continue|P73]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “Smart," I said. "Wait, did you just ask me that to keep me in suspense?" "Maybe." "I've created a monster. Now tell me who it was!" “It was Brianna.” “The busty girl from your not-a-threesome?” Kate asked. “Yep. I happened to be jerking it on my couch, so I was already horned up, so I pulled her inside and kissed her.” “What if your roommate got home?” “Then I’d put it away, naturally.” “She just showed up at your house randomly?” “Yep.” <center><<button [[Continue|P74]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “Wow. Your dick game must be strong after all if you have bitches showing up at your apartment a few weeks later begging for it,” Kate said. “It was a nice moment, I’ll admit.” “So, you fucked.” “Yeah, and it was really nice. After I fucked her in my kitchen-” “Wow, I’m glad you aren’t my roommate.” “-we ended up cuddling up on the couch and watching a movie. <center><<button [[Continue|P75]]>><</button>></center></div>

<img src="images/bricouch1.webp"> "Let me guess, you also fucked her on the couch?" Kate asked. "No, we took the moment to chat. But then my roommate still wasn't home, so..." <center><<button [[Continue|P76]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/bricouch2.webp"> "Eww. Remind me to never go anywhere near your apartment," Kate said. "She spent the night, we stayed up late fucking in my room, and it was nice. Kind of normal, you know? Even though we didn’t talk much, and I knew barely anything about her, but I wanted to.” <center><<button [[Continue|P77]]>><</button>></center>

<div class="message"> “And you got her number?” Kate asked. “Yep. But I haven’t seen her since.” “Really? How long ago was this?” “About three weeks, I guess.” “So call her.” “I have," I said. "But over the past few weeks I’ve already sent like five unanswered texts, and I really don’t want to send a sixth.” “Who cares? It’s not like you’re going to scare her off twice.” “I still have this hope she’ll show up at my door again one day, you know?” “Wow, you really like her.” “I guess. But like I said, I barely know anything about her. I think it’s just the fact she disappeared on me that makes it feel like I’m missing out.” <center><<button [[Continue|P78]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “Well, I hope she’s the one you knocked up," Kate said. "Because then you’ll definitely see her again.” “Probably not. She’s a college student, so she probably wouldn't keep it.” “Maybe. Hey, you know what I was thinking? There’s a clue I don’t think we’ve paid attention to. Why did the girl call up your work and leave a message?” “To torment me, probably.” “Yeah, but why not just call your number?” “Because she doesn’t have it?” “Exactly! Tiffany and Brianna have your number, right? So they’d probably just call you, or tell you in person since you’re still cool with them. So it’s got to be Hannah or Brianna’s friend.” “That makes sense,” I said. "Unless... I still don't get your whole thing with Tiffany." "That makes two of us." <center><<button [[Continue|P79]]>><</button>></center></div>

<img src="images/bgoverlook1.webp"> "So did you hook up with Tiffany again? Hold up, my phone is buzzing," Kate said as she checked her phone. “Hey, we have a potential buyer! It’s a couple!” “Sweet,” I said as I got up to follow her. <center><<button [[Continue|P80]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/couple1.webp"> “Actually, it looks like the woman is pregnant. Maybe she’s here for you?” Kate said. “Ha, ha.” <center><<button [[Continue|P81]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/couple2.webp"> "Hey, are you here for the showing?" Kate asked. "Yeah, we saw the hours for the open house and thought we'd drop by. Cool place!" the guy said. <center><<button [[Continue|P82]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/couple3.webp"> The couple was nice enough, but I could tell early on that Kate had zero hopes they were actually able to drop ten million on a house and were only there to check the place out for fun. She was still nice enough, but didn’t offer to give them any extra tours or let them walk off on their own. <center><<button [[Continue|P83]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/couple4.webp"> Still, it was nice to have a reason to get up and feel like we accomplished something at work that day other than sitting around digging through my past and trying to fogire out who I may or may not have impregnated. <center><<button [[Continue|P84]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/bgoverlook1.webp"> Ten minutes passed before it was back to just the two of us sitting in our places by the pool. “Shit, only about an hour left before we call it a day,” Kate said. “So who do you think it is that called for you?” <center><<button [[Continue|P85]]>><</button>></center>

<div class="message"> “I still don’t know,” I admitted. “But it doesn’t help that no one has called me back.” “Who else can you call?” “Becca, I guess. Tiffany’s cousin.” “Why do you have her number?” “That’s another story.” “You have a lot of those, it seems.” “You love it.” “It’s made the day go by faster, that’s for sure. So call her.” Kate said. “Yeah…” I said as I stared at my phone. It dialed, and once again, voicemail. “Wow. You must not be feeling very popular today.” “No one answers their phone anymore. But at least they could text me back.” <center><<button [[Continue|P86]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “Yep. So which girl are you hoping you knocked up?” Kate asked. “No one. I’m not looking for a baby momma.” “Really? You could have fooled me five minutes ago when you were eye fucking that poor pregnant woman in front of her partner.” “I was not.” “Then why were you licking your lips like a cartoon dog imagining a steak?” “The topic was on my mind, can you blame me?” I said. “Oh, is that all it was? Come on, there’s got to be at least one girl you like more than the others.” "Things are shaky with all of them. And I'm not exactly at the point of my life where I'm looking to raise a kid, and I sure as shit can't afford child support payments." "Forget all that," Kate said. "Now close your eyes." "Okay?" <center><<button [[Continue|P87]]>><</button>></center></div>

<img src="images/black.webp"> "Now imagine Bri," Kate said. "Why?" "Humor me." <center><<button [[Continue|P88]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/bri1.webp"> "Are you doing it?" Kate asked. "Yup." "Okay, now imagine she's pregnant. Just a couple of months along." <center><<button [[Continue|P89]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/bri2.webp"> "It's subtle, but she's gained a couple cup sizes, and her titties are poppin'," Kate said. "And her belly is only starting to show if you're looking for it." "Okay?" "Hot, right?" <center><<button [[Continue|P90]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/bri3.webp"> "Now imagine she's a few more months along. Her belly is undeniable, proof of the life growing inside of her," Kate said. "Scary." "Sure, but it's also primal, isn't it? Imagine it's <i>your</i> baby growing inside of her. You did that." <center><<button [[Continue|P91]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/bri4.webp"> "Now, she's in her third trimester. You can't go anywhere with her without someone stopping you to comment, asking her if they can touch her belly. They give you a wink because they know you're the one who knocked up this cute little college girl," Kate said. "You're telling me you don't want this? Even a little bit?" <center><<button [[Continue|P92]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/bri5.webp"> "Now, even bigger. She's full term, and people are asking if you're having twins, because your giant genes have made a monster baby inside her. Her breasts are filling with milk, her ass is getting huge, and having sex with her is a challenge. But you still do, because you can't keep your hands off her sexy body," Kate said. "If you say so." <center><<button [[Continue|P93]]>><</button>></center>

<img src="images/bri6.webp"> "Okay, now that's too big," I said. "What? I didn't tell you to keep going. That's all you." <center><<button [[Continue|P94]]>><</button>></center>

<div class="message"> "Are you trying to give me a pregnancy fetish?" I asked. "Give you one? Nah, I'm trying to unlock the one you have inside you but keep trying to hide." "If you say so." "Come on, let's get out of here. Let's go out to the bars and see if we can find one of these girls.” “Oh yeah? You’re going to come with me?” “Why not? My husband is out of town all week and I have nothing better to do. Plus, I could see if I recognize anyone else’s voice in the bar that you might have fucked.” “Great idea.” “So it was just those four, right?” “For the timeline to match up, yeah. Before that, it was just my ex. But that was six months ago.” “Aha, a fifth suspect!” <center><<button [[Continue|P95]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “Nah, she would have told me by now, or at least shown up at my house to torture me,” I said. Kate stood up. “Fair enough. Alright, I’m going to start locking up. Today was a bust.” I followed her. “At least you had the one couple.” “There’s no way they could have afforded anything close to this place.” “Are you sure about that?” “Being attractive does not make you rich.” “Sometimes it does.” “Why, was she an influencer or something?” “I don’t know, probably. But I knew I’d seen him before, and I figured it out.” “Where?” I showed her my phone. “He’s a pitcher. Just signed a five year contract to play here for a hundred million.” Kate’s eyes grew even wider. “Holy shit! He took my card! Wait, was I a bitch to them?” <center><<button [[Continue|P96]]>><</button>></center></div>

<div class="message"> “Not particularly.” “$name!” Kate shouted as she threw her arms around me. “Do you know what this means?” “That you could be rich enough to afford a place like this one day?” “Hell no, but I could make a year’s salary in one sale! People keep telling me I’m an idiot for all the time I’ve spent trying to show this place and deal with the sellers, but I held out, simply for the fact the commission check would be so damn sweet.” “I’m happy for you.” “Come on, I’ll buy the first round! Let’s go find out which bitch you knocked up! Hey, maybe I’ll buy her a drink, then if she turns it down, we’ll know it’s her!” “Genius.” <center><<button [[Continue|All For Now]]>><</button>></center></div>