Tell the blonde you'd love to go home with her
From Create Your Own Story
"I'd like you to take me... back at your house," you whisper.
The blonde giggles. "Either that was a classic Freudian slip, or you want my body as much as I want yours," she purrs. She picks up your blanket, gathers her possessions and carries you towards her car. She's really quite strong, because she isn't even breathing hard as she strides towards the parking lot with you in one arm.
You hear a few wolf whistles from some of the boys, plus a grumpy "What a waste... ...gorgeous lesbian." You didn't catch all of the remark. In moments, the leggy blonde has you seated in the passenger side of a fantastically expensive convertible. You buckle up as she slides into the driver's eat.
"Nice car," you say admiringly.
"I've got better at home," she says with a smile. "This is my clunker car. That's why I don't mind getting sand in it and stuff."
If this is her clunker, what's her nice car? you think to yourself.
After a pleasant drive, the blonde pulls the car onto a gated, private road. You come around a bend and behind a forested ridge is a magnificent beachfront mansion. It must be at least 50,000 square feet. Your jaw hangs slack as you take in the sight.
"Like it, sweetie?" the blonde purrs, pulling into an enclosed driveway. "Let's get cleaned up before we go in." She steps out and removes her bikini. You do likewise, and she gestures to a small room resembling an airlock on a spaceship. As you both step inside and the connecting door to the garage closes, about eight jets of wonderfully warm water shoot at you, hitting you from all sides. You feel all the tension drain out of your body as the relaxing flow soaks your skin. You reach out and take the blonde in your arms, and her lips meet yours in a delicate kiss.
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