What about behind Flip's Food & Fuel?
Lynn gagged as she looked around the alley behind Flip's store, it was nasty. Normally that wouldn't bother her but his bathroom had just been used by her team, so it was out for her alone time even by her standards.
Granted; she was considering a quick shlick in a back alley; but she had just won an away game for the team so her blood was up and she'd not had time to go since they ran overtime. But even so, the grungy grossness was beyond her tolerance and more importantly…
The slight glint from the tacky security camera hanging off the wall denied any serious thoughts of satisfaction here. If she was utterly desperate she might have tried guessing if it was real, or just a shell without internals that the cheapskate used as a deterrent for vandals; but there was no way that she was going to risk Flip getting his hands on that kind of leverage otherwise.
"Hey Lynn, ready to get going?" Margo tapped her shoulder.
Lynn jumped a bit, then relaxed at her friends voice. She took one last look at the place, "yeah, nothing left to do here anyway."
A low collection of groans came from inside the bathrooms.
"Thanks Lynn!" Margo grinned.
Lynn blinked. "Why?"
"You just got me an early payday!" Margo laughed. "You know, everyone else seriously thought you were going to go at 'it' either in the bathrooms or the alley; I was the only one who thought you wouldn't do neither!"
Lynn stared at her.
"Don't give me that look, you go at it in the school toilets after every game!" Margo protested. "It's not like you're shy about it!"
"Dang it, just tell me how much I was worth."
What about a concert?
It was an unusually early (for her) eleven P.M. when Luna loud happily opened the front door to her home. The bedtimes were fairly strict unless you had a good excuse, lights out by ten and no late night conversations otherwise everyone could hear you, because the ancient walls seemed to amplify sound more than dampen it.
Of course, that always made sneaking in a challenge. Even after all the times she'd managed it, there were at least six creaky stairs that emitted the exact frequency to awaken her parents; which wouldn't necessarily get her grounded (anymore, even a year ago and it would be a different story) but lectured?
Yeah, she would be lectured about staying out late and the dangers of blah blah blah.
"Out late again Luna?"
But apparently not by Mom and Dad for once.
Standing in front of the stairs was Lori, an unhappy Lori.
"Sup dude?" Luna grinned. "Did ya miss me?"
Lori rolled her eyes. "Yes Luna I missed you so badly in the four hours since I last saw you that I had to-"
"Aww thanks sis," Luna patted her on the shoulder. "I guess you're not so bad after all-"
"I was literally being sarcastic."
"No really?" Luna gasped.
Lori simmered, but rallied her control. "You've been going out more often lately."
"Lots'a bands coming in town, it's been a good year." Luna shrugged and tried to move past, only to find herself annoyingly blocked again. "What's it to ya anyway?"
"Because I know why you're actually going out and I have to say… I'm not happy." Lori's tone was firm, but oddly not hostile.
Luna gave her a flat look. "Yeah, why's that bruv? Is me gettin' some really rustlin' those jimmies that bad?"
Lori's expression remained calm. "I'm just worried about you Luna."
Luna raised an eyebrow. "Worried?"
"Yes, worried."
"About me gettin' some lovin' from Sam?"
"About you 'gettin' some lovin' in the middle of a concert," Lori sighed. "You two are going out late, coming home later and doing who knows what in the middle of a crowd of 'shifty' people.
I'm your big sister, of course I'm going to worry."
Luna snorted. "Yeah sure, look sis. It's not that I don't appreciate the sentiment; but you've never said anything before now so what's your angle?"
"I think she might just be worried Lunes," her father's voice came from her right. "I know we are."
Luna froze, and moved her eyes alone to see her parents standing in the dining room, either having moved out of the kitchen or having waited in the dark where she couldn't see their profile without looking for them.
"H-hey Popstar…" Luna smiled, a quick glance to Lori revealed a quick flicker of satisfaction cross the eldest's face. "Whatch'a doin' there?"
It was her mother who answered "Lori told us some things she was worried about earlier; about what you might be doing at these concerts you're always going to. We thought it would be best to hear it from you, but she didn't think you'd be comfortable admitting it to us."
Luna turned her eyes to Lori, and the realisation that she'd planned to trick Luna into confessing the truth of her trips fell into place. "is that so?"
Lori wore an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry Luna, but it was for your own good."
"I'm so grateful," Luna smiled with gritted teeth. "But I can handle myself-"
She felt a hand on each shoulder as her parents started to guide her to the living room couch.
"We're not saying you can't Luna," Mom assured her, as she 'helped' her to the couch where they sat on either side of her.
"But we're worried that you're not taking your safety seriously enough." Dad affirmed. "You're not breaking any rules -you're not doing it in the house after all and you're not making a mess of someone else's- but we need to talk to you about what could go wrong."
"Mom, Dad!" Luna looked between them, "I'm fine, both of us are-"
"You're a pair of attractive young women doing things that can attract the wrong kind of people in a very… liberated atmosphere." Mom countered. "We're not trying to control your romantic life… but we need to have a good long talk about our worries before your father and I will feel comfortable letting you go again, alright sweetie?"
Luna gaped and looked between then again, then to the smirking Lori, then back to them.
She weighed the chance of going out for 'together time' with Sam against the horror of The Talk to come. Then she guessed the chances of her sneaking out without their permission, then guessed again considering Lori would probably be watching this time too…
"I guess it… can't hurt…" she forced her lips into an unnatural smile. "If it would make you guys feel better-"
"It would," Mom confirmed, now…."
The resulting conversation lasted for two hours.
During that time Luna was drilled on safe sex with another woman (something she was more qualified to explain to them), the chances of her being assaulted at a concert (she and Sam actually used Chunk's Van, but there was no way mentioning that would help her case) and that they only did this because they loved her.
Lori of course was there for emotional support and took no satisfaction in Luna's steadily growing rigour mortis of horror.
Really.
At the swimming pool:
"Ohh yeahh," Lynn murmured as she sank into the heated section of the pool. After much negotiations involving Lynn Sr's connections and Lincoln's remarkable persuasive abilities the family's ban had finally been lifted at a close by public pool. And while the life guard was giving them the stink eye the family were gleefully taking advantage of their newly re-instated privileges.
Lynn most of all, though anyone who knew her wouldn't think so. She was just sitting down and relaxing, a decisively non-Lynnish activity if there was one.
Normally she would be swimming laps, playing Netball in or just dunking a criminally unguarded sibling underwater. If they let her do the last one enough times she'd motivate them into a race by stealing their swimsuit bottoms!
Mostly that was just her motivating Lincoln into flailing after her since the littler sisters all wore one-piece's anyway and he was an easier target than her big sisters. Luna was always a riot if she could get her bottoms off though…
"And then she said- OI!" Luna screamed as she felt the water flow on her suddenly bare bottom. She tore her eyes away from the suddenly aghast Lori to see her purple bikini bottoms waving in a grinning Lynn's hand like a flag.
The rocker needed only to glance down for a second to know that her (admittedly shapely for her age) hips and brunette 'garden' were indeed freely swimming. Her eyes snapped back to Lynn, who started a breaststroke away and Luna's normally easy-going features turned absolutely psychotic.
"GIMMIE THOSE BACK OR'LL SMASH YA TEETH IN!" Her roar came out in a 'Brummie' (Lynn thought it was called that) accent and she raged forward to try and grab at the Sports Star with her both hands. Alas, in her rage she simply tried to force her way through the water and quickly tired, ensuring the agile athlete never had a real challenge.
Then the family was quickly kicked out and banned yet again upon the Life guard getting a look at Luna's bare arse.
Not that she was doing any of that today, Mom and Dad had specifically warned her away from any of that; they'd even banned her from basically anything but what she was doing until further notice. She'd have protested but after last time she knew they would just leave her home if she argued.
But as she sat in the heat, she noticed something; the warmth was really nice, and if she couldn't play properly then lazing in it was the next best thing.
Or at least, that's what she thought.
Laying there she noticed that she was right next to an upward facing hot water jet and with a grin she sneakily shifted over so that her butt was right above it and rested her elbows on the border of the pool to let her upper body half float-half anchor her. Oh yeah, warmth being pushed right into her often tight butt muscles. She was an active girl after all, there wasn't a tendon or muscle she hadn't injured in some way and a jet of heated pressure was just the thing to relieve a little tension.
Looks like today won't be a waste after all…
Of course, even as one Lynn Loud relaxed into a daydream of pantsed Luna's and Lincoln's past, she failed to realise she was sliding down. It was only a short fall, and not one she really noticed at first, but as her daydream went on suddenly the person whose pants she was grabbing onto wasn't dream Lincoln, but a dreamy Brit.
"Why hello there Miss Loud, I had no idea Americans could be so forward," he chuckled.
"H-Hugh?" She gasped, releasing her grip on his trunks. "I had no idea you were still in Royal Woods!"
"Well I could hardly say away from you for long now could I?" He gave a dreamy flip of his hair, and grabbed her retreating hands with his own. "And I wasn't complaining my dear…"
She shuddered in her happy daze as the dream continued into high rated territory, "oh yeah… that feels good."
Too good.
Her eyes snapped open and she realised that she'd slid down just enough for the water jet's force to no longer be pressing into her buttocks, but rather into someplace just a little further. If not for her own swimsuit the pressure would be going directly up her lower li-
"What feels good?" Lola asked with suspicion, using an inflated ring around her waist to keep herself steadily floating a metre from Lynn.
"Umm…" Lynn sweated. "Nothing mu-"
A sudden whistle interrupted her. "NO 'FUNNY BUSINESS' WITH THE JETS!" The Lifeguard growled. "OUTTA THE POOL LOUDS!"
Lynn blushed as her family turned to her with accusing eyes and the girl protested; "But-"
"LIFETIME BAN REINSTATED!" The Lifeguard pointed to the exit. "Don't make me call security!"
Lynn wouldn't answer any of the questions thrown at her by her upset siblings on the way home, and wasn't asked any by her stern faced parents. The only one that mattered; 'how long?' would be answered when she got home either way