"So now that that's settled, have you met my wife, Tammy?" you ask, waving her back over. "Tammy, this is Tamika. I think you two might get along pretty well."
You step back as the two begin chatting, and use the app to help things along here and there. "These two women are having a rather awkward chat." "Awkward" to "flirty." "This black woman is feeling her new friend's baby." "Baby" to "breasts." "This woman is thinking of inviting her new friend home for a party sometime." "Party" to "three-way."
As you're refreshing to maybe seal the deal with one more change, a hand takes you by the arm and a breathy voice whispers in your ear. "Looks like those two are really hitting it off. Guess that means I have you to myself for a while."
For a moment, you'd forgotten the other woman you'd made from an onlooker. You're about to tell her to be on her way, maybe even change her back, but she is quite into you, and quite easy on the eyes with those well toned and tanned muscles and long blonde hair. Why not have a little fun with her on her own?
She drags you a bit farther down the beach before pulling you down to the sand. You can still keep an eye on Tammy and Tamika from here, who seem to be moving along in a similar fashion, hands reaching down between each other's legs now. It briefly strikes you as odd that all this sex hasn't left you worn out and sore yet. Must have done something to keep yourself ever-willing while drunk last night. It also strikes you that you don't even know the name of the woman climbing up to straddle you, and ask.
"Randy," she replies as her hips begin to buck. Fairly appropriate, you think as she starts to ride you, shockingly aggressive and moaning loudly. You can barely believe a woman you just met is this desperate to have you inside of her as your eyes roll back in your head. It's only after you've come inside her and her arms are draped over your shoulders as you both catch your breath that you realize you aren't holding your phone... and Randy is.
"I can't believe how much you keep staring at this when you could be staring at me," she teases, fingers flitting across the screen. "What is this anyway, mad libs?"