"I wish there was no such thing as an STD," says Amy, as she looks at the rock closely. It flashes briefly and then goes dark. She jumps, obviously a bit startled, still holding it between her thumb and forefinger. "Um, what happened?"
You realize it granted her wish, but can't see anything different. She looks down into the cleavage that's being formed by the skimpy top she's wearing, and looks up at you, an odd expression on her face. She appears to notice something over your shoulder, and her expression seems to approximate horror. Confused, you turn your head to look -- it's just Jason thrusting into the transformed brunette as she leans against the wall of the kitchen, her head back and eyes closed with obvious delight. You hope you can get a crack at her later, hopefully somewhere you can at least sit down, if not lie down.
Amy's looking out at the living room, and looks even more horrified, but you don't see why. This party seems pretty sedate so far -- only a handful of pairs are out there having sex. Sure, there are probably a few more people in the bedrooms, but for now, about half the guests in the room are still just talking and drinking, mostly standing.
She turns back to you. "What just happened?!" she asks in an excited whisper.
"Calm down," you say. "Maybe you should give me the rock, just in case."
She clutches it tighter. "Not until I figure out what's going on."
"Okay." You sigh. Something about the result of her wish seems to have freaked her out. "First of all, what's an STD?"
She blinks. "You're kidding."
You shrug. "All I can think of is the abbreviation for 'standard.'"
"Uh, herpes?" she says. "Syphilis? Um, AIDS? HIV?" You shrug, and she says, "Sexually transmitted disease!"
"What?!" you exclaim. "That sounds terrible." Diseases that can be transmitted by sex? Other than pregnancy? Well, that obviously wasn't a disease, and it was easy enough to avoid with birth control pills.
"Well, it was, especially AIDS, I guess, but -- but --" She takes another look around the large room, then down at the breasts being pushed up by her top, and then grabs your arm. "Come on, can we go somewhere more private -- where there's less, uh, sex?"
"Uh, I guess..." She pulls you toward the back door, then out into the backyard. There are several couples out here, including one in the pool, their clothes lying next to the water's edge. She groans a little, and leads you around to a deserted area at the side of the house.
"Okay, no distractions here," she says.
She looks like she's calmed down some, so you start unbuttoning your shirt.
"What are you doing?!" she demands.
You stop with the top three buttons undone. "Uh, I thought we were going to a private place to fuck," you say.
"Ew! No!" she exclaims.
You shake your head and start re-buttoning. "Look, it's okay if you're a prude -- but this isn't a prude party, so what are you doing here, especially in an outfit like that?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" she protests. "I wish I did, obviously."
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