I'm Scott, a California dude. Most ladies find me attractive—tall, with a well-defined face, curly blonde hair, and ocean blue eyes. I keep myself in shape, maintaining those abs, and I'm a good cook too. Right now, I'm sitting in my dining room, where I've just prepared a meal. My girlfriend, Amy, is across from me, and beside her, her friend Charlotte.

Amy is beautiful, with long brown hair, emerald eyes, and a porcelain complexion. She’s slim and attractive, and I’ve taught her well in bed. I care for her, truly, but my 'wayward lifestyle' is hard to shake. Tonight, I invited Amy over, but she surprised me by bringing Charlotte.

Charlotte has blonde curly hair, like mine, and a very attractive chest—something Amy lacks. I can’t stop staring at her exposed cleavage. I’ve even been rubbing my toes on her thigh under the table, though she pretends not to notice. I wink at her when our eyes meet, and she blushes. Amy, oblivious, thinks it's because of our display of affection.

“Hope you’re not bothered by us?” I ask Charlotte, wanting to make my moves.