Dm and the Dirty 20s
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Chapter 73
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 73 - Shane has been playing 'The Game' for over two decades with his old college friends - D&D, but with sex. Now he's being asked to run 'a normal campaign' for some college coeds. It couldn't possibly happen again, right?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Magic Were animal Sharing Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial White Male White Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Slow Violence
“Rhiannon,” I hissed. “No.”
“Why not?” she whispered back.
I’d had a feeling that this might be a bad idea. As soon as Rhia had heard that Tori and I had a ‘date,’ she’d been scheming. First, she wanted to know if I was free on Tuesday night. I wasn’t - that was the night I had to do a bunch of D&D prep for both the games I was running, since my free time in the past week had gotten chewed up by Elyse’s solo session and going cycling with Tori. But Rhia had cajoled me into squeezing that prep into the last few nooks and crannies I had on Sunday and Monday, and ‘booked me’ Tuesday night.
In some ways, I was a little surprised she had come up with more of a plan than the last time she’d come over. So I was happy.
In other ways, I could see the future, and I knew she would try this.
The Moon-Lite Drive-in was old. It had been old when me, Mel and the rest of our crew had occasionally visited it when we were in college. The good thing about it was that they had barely raised the prices over the years compared to most movie theatres - fifteen dollars a car was a steal, especially for Double Features. The bad things also had to do with a lack of keeping up with the times - the bathroom facilities had become so decrepit they didn’t even bother trying to renovate, they just got porta-potties in, and the snack shop was in the same building as the old facilities so you were probably taking a risk if you bought anything that hadn’t been vacuum sealed off site.
I wasn’t actually worried about the facilities or the cost. I wasn’t even worried by the fact that Rhia had picked a couple of movies I didn’t care one lick about.
My worry, which was currently being proven right, was that Rhia was more interested in the non-movie-watching activities that people got up to at the Moon-Lite.
“Because,” I said, pulling her hands out of my pants and raising them to the top of my Jeep’s windshield. “We’re not fucking here.”
“No one’s watching,” she whispered, grinning at me in the dark.
Maybe, maybe, if we hadn’t come out here with the doors off and the top down on my Wrangler, I would have entertained the thought of something. But we were exposed as fuck, and I’d already felt a little dodgy about making out with her, let alone any clothes coming off.
“It would only take one person to see your pretty, pale ass and take exception to the public indecency,” I said, holding both her hands where they were with one of mine, stroking her cheek lightly with the other and brushing my thumb over her lips. “And I’m all for making you come, sweetie, but you getting off here isn’t worth a night in jail. Especially not when I own my own damn house to do that in.”