"So, um, sorry for making it weird," Bea said a few minutes later, when they were all seated in the living room, awkwardly looking at each other.

"It's fine," Ann replied.

"You're always so chill, I can't tell if it's the weed...hangover? Or just you," Bea said after a moment, studying her.

"Both," she replied.

"I didn't even know you could, like, get a weed hangover," Trent muttered. He didn't feel bad exactly, just out of it. "What time even is it?"

"It's like two PM," Bea replied.

"Shit. Damn," he said.

"It's not a hangover, exactly, but kinda yeah," Ann said. "Sometimes the batch is strong. You'll feel better after a shower."

"Good to know," he said.

"Yeah, and it doesn't have to be weird. We can just decide it isn't. I'm cool with everything right now," she replied.

"Uh, yeah, same," Trent said.

They looked at Bea. She sighed. "Well I guess it's decided then. We'll all be cool that I saw Selma naked and stumbled into the fact that you two hooked up while Mae watched."

"Can we, like, keep that between us?" Ann asked. "I trust Trent and Mae, and I know we don't know each other too well, but Mae really seems to like you and she says she trusts you, and I just...I have enough problems."

"Yeah, I can be discreet," Bea replied.

"Thank you." She looked at Trent. "Please don't take it the wrong way. I really, really like what happened last night. It was super good. It's just, people talk. They already think enough bad shit about me as it is, they'll call me a whore if this gets around, you know?"

"No, it's totally cool, I get it," Trent replied. "Far as I'm concerned, publicly, we're just friends, nothing more."

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

"Now, about this furniture," Bea said. She paused as her stomach growled and sighed heavily.

"Hungry?" Trent asked.

"Yeah, I didn't eat anything today. I'm starving, but I can deal."

"You like Taco Buck?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's surprisingly good. I know Mae fucking inhales it," she replied.

"Ann?" he asked.

"If you're asking if I want any, yeah, but I don't have any cash on me," she said.

"I do, but I'm honestly too broke to spend anything right now. I gotta put gas in my car," Bea said.

"It's fine," he replied, opening his laptop, "I'll cover it."

"You sure?" Bea asked. She seemed uncomfortable.

"Yeah...why?"

"I just...don't like charity. Or owing people things."

"Don't worry, you don't owe me anything and I'm just...covering it because I can and I want to," he replied.

"Well...I'm also not necessarily in the habit of turning away free stuff," she said. "I can't really afford it."

"Same," Ann said.

"Okay then. We'll get lunch. The smell will probably wake Mae."

"Probably," Bea agreed.

"So what are you over here for, Bea? Furniture?" Ann asked as he called up the website and put in his order.

"Yeah. Trent wants to sell off some of the furniture here. I'm helping," Bea replied.

"Oh, sweet."

"Shit, I forgot to ask. You want anything? I'll give you something if you want it," Trent said.

"You are way too fucking nice," Bea muttered. "You are going to get taken advantage of out here."

"Apparently not if I'm dating Mae," he replied.

She sighed. "That is a good point, actually. Is that why you're doing it?"

"What? No. I'm dating Mae because she came onto me really strong, I'm very attracted to her, she's hot, and weird, but like in a good way, and she's into similar things that I'm into," he replied.

"...oh. Those are all good points," Bea murmured, looking away.

"Uh, I'm good for furniture, but thanks," Ann said, accepting the laptop from him to put in her order.

"I want some furniture," Bea said.

"Okay."

She looked at him with wide eyes. "Dude, I was kidding, what the fuck? You're already giving me twenty percent, and willing to do more, and now you're willing to give me free furniture? Like, is this your way of trying to get into my pants or something? Or like...something else?"

"Bea, I like you, but you're being a little rude," Ann said.

"I...shit, I'm sorry," she muttered. "I just...well, I told you, I'm used to getting taken advantage of. Nice people make me suspicious as hell. What's your angle, man?"

"I want to make people happy? I'm in a position to right now? It won't last," he replied.

"Huh. I mean I guess I get where you're coming from. Just...okay, whatever. Sorry. Yeah, I'd like something. Maybe. I guess it depends." She accepted the laptop from Ann and put in what she wanted, then gave it back to him. He looked over the order, then added in half a dozen more tacos for Mae, then balked slightly. It was way more than he was used to spending on fast food all at once. Like way more. But he had money.

Although like he'd said, it wouldn't last.

Not unless he could figure something out.

"Okay, ordered," he said, closing the laptop. "With that in mind, I'm gonna go take that shower." Trent got up.

"Hey, uh...weird question but, can I join you?" Bea asked, not quite meeting his gaze.

"In the shower?" he replied, not sure he'd heard that right.

"Yeah. I mean, I was serious about the...stuff we talked about earlier. And I haven't showered yet today, so I wouldn't mind grabbing one…"

Trent hesitated to point out that taking a shower together was more than just letting him see and maybe touch her boobs but she was offering so why the fuck not? Would Mae be mad? Apparently not, she'd told them to just do whatever, the only thing she seemed to actually have a problem with was creampies and that seemed temporary so…

"Yeah, come on," he replied, deciding to take a shot at acting a lot more confident than he felt.

In honesty, he was terrified of Bea. Mae and Ann were both very attractive in their own way, but Bea was like...this monolith of goth beauty. She radiated it. She was still wearing her choker collar and now she had on a sleek black dress and fishnet stockings and black boots. He found it hard to stop staring at her as they came upstairs and got into the bathroom.

"What? You keep staring at me with like...I don't know how to read that look," she said.

"It's attraction. Just...raw attraction," he replied. "You are, like, intimidatingly hot." Well, there went the fake confidence. Although was it confident to admit you were intimidated?

She laughed. "What seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously. I'm being dead serious right now." He turned on the shower and took off his shirt. She'd already seen him basically naked, and now he'd had two attractive women tell him they liked the way he looked without his clothes on. He had to admit, he did feel more confident since coming to this town.

"Wow. Okay. Thanks. I've never actually received that compliment before." She grinned. "Intimidatingly hot...I like it. I guess I should take my clothes off now."

"Definitely," he agreed, and slipped his boxers off.

She laughed awkwardly and took off her choker, set it on the counter, then pulled her dress up over her head. She was wearing a black sports bra under the dress and when it came off and her firm, medium-sized, green breasts came out he immediately looked at them. She took off her boots and then her fishnet leggings and then finally a pair of black panties.

"So, this is what you've been apparently dying to see," she said, putting her hands on her slim hips. "Worth the wait?"

"Yes," he replied simply, looking her up and down. He hadn't expected to see everything, including her smooth, taut pussy between a pair of firm, surprisingly athletic thighs. "Goddamn, you're in good shape."

She sighed and looked down at herself. "I guess I am. It does not come from a happy place."

"I'm sorry," he said, pulling back the shower curtain.

They got in and she groaned in pleasure as she stepped beneath the water. "Ah that's good...has Mae told you anything about me?"

"Some stuff."

"She probably covered that my mom died of cancer, and that my dad had a breakdown, and still is, and I'm basically running the family shop, and it's brutal and miserable and I have no free time because even when I do I'm too tired...Jesus am I oversharing," she muttered.

"I've noticed that's like...really common in Possum Springs," Trent replied.

"Honestly it's not, I think it's just common to people who know Mae. Like really know her and like her. Most people button up, especially to a newcomer. Mmm, you do look nice naked," she said. Then she bit her lower lip, looking awkward and aroused. "So you really had sex with Selma?"

"Yes. I did. It was awesome."

"How awesome?"

"Really awesome."

"And Mae just watched?"

"She watched and masturbated and then she fucked me after I was done with Ann," he replied.

"Dude, like...man, this is getting me hot and bothered. I've only ever been laid once and it was not very good. Like, did you score a lot of girls from wherever you came from?"

"No, the opposite," he replied. "Mae and I kinda agree on one thing: getting warnings out of the way. I should warn you: I'm a loser. Like I could lie up a storm about how awesome I was before coming here and probably get away with it, but I don't like lying. I was a loser. I had one serious girlfriend and we did stuff, but I wouldn't say I was amazing with her or anything. Besides her, I just fooled around with one other girl for a bit."

Bea studied him as the water ran down her smooth, green-scaled, fit body. "Why would you tell me that?" she asked finally. "You really just 'don't like lying'?"

"I mean I guess it's that simple," he replied after considering it. "I'm not completely against it, but on the whole I don't like tricking people or, at the very least, I don't like being dishonest with people that I like or respect."

"Which is it with me?" she asked.

"Both. From the little I've heard about you, you seem hardcore."

"I am, but only because I have to be. I sure don't want to be," she said. "Now…" A new smile came onto her face, a very different one. She reached out and ran a finger down his chest. "I believe there was talk of some negotiations…" She stepped closer and thrust her chest out. "You touch some boobs, I get twenty five percent and a free piece of furniture?"

"Well...that sounds like a good start," he replied, deciding to play her game, reaching up and cupping her breasts.

Damn were they nice. Very firm and perky.

"Hey, that's not what you said yesterday."

"I said negotiations. We're negotiating."

"Mmm-hmm." She glanced down. He had a full-on erection already. She smirked. "You looking to play hardball with me?"

"I guess that depends," he replied. He slid his hands away from her breasts, down her sides, to her hips.

"On what?" she asked, stepping closer.

"On what exactly that entails."

"I haven't even seen the stock yet," she murmured, her face now an inch from his, staring into his eyes. She had wonderfully deep blue eyes, beautiful eyes.

"We'll get there."

She laughed. "You're just trying to fuck me over."

"Not over," he said.

She gave him a surprised look. "I see. Well...let's see how this first negotiation goes."

"Okay."

She kissed him. He was hoping for it, but he wasn't actually expecting it. She tasted vaguely of cigarettes, but he didn't complain. He was sure he tasted like weed. She let out a small moan as he hugged her slim, fit body against his and deepened their kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He reached down and grabbed her ass, finding it just as fit and firm as the rest of her. Her tail drifted to and fro between his wrists as he groped her.

She kissed him harder, then she let out a startled sound as he ran a hand down her tail.

"You okay?" he asked. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, just-surprised me. Is all," she murmured. She was blushing intensely now, not looking at him directly.

"Do you not want me touching your tail?"

"No, it's...that's fine," she replied awkwardly.

He ran a hand down her tail experimentally and she let out a soft moan and shuddered.

"Oh," he said.

"Yeah. Oh." She resumed kissing him and he ran his hand up and down her tail, making her moan and writhe in excited pleasure. "You're a very bad boy," she whispered after they'd made out for another several minutes.

"Am I now?" he replied.

Her fingers wrapped around his erection, began touching it experimentally. "Yes," she said, panting a little, "very. Your girlfriend is in the next room sleeping and you're fucking around with her best friend in the shower."

"You're Mae's best friend?" he asked.

"Maybe I am," she replied. "Either way, you're being naughty."

"I have her full permission," he said.

She smirked, her eyes lighting with devious desire. "But let's say you didn't," she murmured. "Let's say...we're trying to get away with a little fun."

"Let's just say we're cheating?" he asked, the penny dropping.

She wanted to roleplay. Wow, he'd never actually done that before.

"Yes," Bea replied, her voice coming hot and heavy. "Cheating. I'm seducing you...I'm on birth control, you know."

Shit, was this dangerous territory? Mae had said she didn't care what they did, the only implication being that he couldn't actually finish inside of her…

Trent was turning her around and slipping a finger between the taut, wet lips of her vagina before he even fully realized what he was doing.

Bea gasped, then moaned as he began to finger her. "Oh-oh please," she whispered harshly, "please not too hard, we can't-oh! Can't wake Mae...oh my God it's so good…"

"She's a heavy sleeper," he murmured in her ear. She let out a sound that was such an intense moan it was practically a gagging sound and shuddered violently against him. "Oh you like that when I whisper in your ear?"

"Y-yes," she gasped. "Ah...ah! Please...mmm...don't stop."

Trent kept rubbing her clit for several long moments, then slipped a finger inside of her. He slid it in and out of her as he kissed her neck and groped one of her breasts with his free hand. She moaned and cried out, holding a hand over her mouth.

"It's too much!" she moaned.

"Come for me, you little goth slut," he said, and then immediately wondered if that was over the line. God, he barely knew her! This was insane!

"Oh, Trent-" she gasped and then she was orgasming. He held her tightly as she came, putting her hands against the wall, clamping her mouth shut and hanging her head, moaning intensely as she climaxed.

Almost before she finished, he turned her so that she was facing the shower and then bent her over. She let out a startled sound, then moaned as he penetrated her.

"Oh my God, you're actual-oh!"

"Is this okay? I'm sorry, I thought-"

"No, go! Fuck me! Go! I want it!" she replied, gasping. "Fuck me hard!"

That was all the incentive he needed. Trent grabbed her hips as she bent over more, showing him her fantastically fit ass, her tail swaying back and forth now, and he watched himself slide smoothly into what was an amazingly tight pussy.

"Oh wow, this is stupid," Bea whispered.

"Do you want to stop?" he asked again.

"No! I just-keep going!"

Trent pushed all the way inside of her and she let out a loud, long moan. Gripping her hips more tightly, he screwed her fast and hard, felt her pushing back against him. She lost all pretense of trying to be quiet and moaned and yelled in pure pleasure.

It didn't take her long to start coming a second time.

And Trent barely managed to last through it, because her pussy felt amazing, and she was so fucking hot and badass and goth and-

"I'm gonna come!"

"Do it on my face!" she shouted.

That surprised the absolute shit out of him but he pulled out and stepped back, making room for her, and she turned around and fell down onto her knees. Grabbing his dick, she started pumping her fist up and down it, and he began cumming immediately. She let out a startled sound as the first spurt of his cum shot onto her face. Closing her eyes, she kept going, letting him blow his load all over that beautiful face of hers.

He got it all over her, and she kept jerking him off until he had nothing left in the tank.

"You done?" she asked, her voice a little shaky.

"Yeah, I'm done," he replied.

"Okay. Uh. Help me up, I can't open my eyes, you nutted on them."

"Sorry."

"It's okay."

He helped her stand back up, so that she didn't fall over, then helped guide her to the showerhead on unsteady legs.

Bea started cleaning herself off.