'This can't be happening.' You repeat in your head. 'This can't be actually happening.'
The gypsy girl has her fingers in your hair and lips locked on yours. You don't want it to stop but your balance is wavering as more of her weight leans on you. Slowly, you push her back over the table. She paws at your with feigned playfulness.
'Aw babe, sorry.' Amy fixed her hair. 'I just really need you. Really, really,' she pulled over her sweatshirt, 'really, really.' She had a white tee underneath but, under that, was nothing. The dark circles of her nipples were very visible atop her ample chest.
'I, ummm,' you are at a loss for words in the moment. Five minutes ago this girl wouldn't have spit on you if you were on fire but now she was ready to bang your brains out in this little tent.
Shaking your head to regain your wits, you grabbed another card and started writing quickly.
'What are you doing, babe?' Amy was already onto pet names.
You were excited that she was so enamored with you but, and maybe you're just too cautious, you wanted to make super sure the pen worked. Finished, you folded it as before then placed it into the base.
'Well?' She bit her lip and twirled her hair, hoping that you would forgo any further writing and just fuck her already.
Then your body begins to tingle...