Sure, why not
From Torg Adventure
“Well, yeah, I’m up for some sex.”
Bea snapped the TV off, hopped up from the couch and grabbed Chuck’s hand. She pulled him upstairs without a word.
Bea’s room surprised Chuck. The total lack of anything girlie seemed weird. No stuffed animals, no posters, just blank walls and blank shelves other than scholastic awards and notebooks.
Bea closed the door and said, “Go ahead and strip.”
Chuck pulled his shorts off in a daze. Bea took no notice of his exposed cock as she looked through a drawer.
“I didn’t know about your drug problem,” said Chuck.
“Really? You must be the only one in town who didn’t know. Pretty much nobody will hang out with me because of it, and I dropped my druggie friends to stay clean. Of course, the guys still like me, but that’s mainly because I fuck them.”
“You can’t have been with that many guys. I’d have heard about it if you were such a slut.”
“Well, probably not.” Bea continued searching for something in a drawer. “The guys I sleep with tend to not brag about it.”
“Really? You’re pretty cute, why wouldn’t they say anything?” As Chuck pulled his shirt over his head he saw a flash through the material. He yanked the shirt off and saw Bea holding a Polaroid camera with a rapidly developing picture. “You know, you didn’t get my face in the pic.”
Bea pulled a large scrapbook out of her drawer. “I didn’t need your face.” As she put the new picture in the scrapbook, Chuck leaned over and saw several pictures of cocks already in the book.
Chuck looked around the room and saw a webcam next to her computer. It was pointed directly at the bed and he couldn’t tell if it was on or not. He sat down hard on her bed, slightly worried about what he’d gotten into.
Bea opened a large box. “What kind of condom do you want? I’ve got lots of styles, and pretty much any color.”
“Uh, whatever,” said Chuck.
Bea pulled out a condom and handed it to Chuck, looking directly at him for the first time. She undid the bun in her reddish brown hair and let it fall around her shoulders. She adjusted her glasses on her cute little nose and said, “I guess the question now is, where do we do this?”
Where in the house do they do it?
