"I’m sure we’ll think of something entertaining."

You smile, trying to think of a witty, cool reply. Looking at you from over the rim of her plastic cup, Winona's eyes bore into you.

"I'm sure we'll think of something entertaining." You say.

Winona swallows the last of her drink, softly coughs, and places the cup back on the counter. Her eyes water from the drink and the smoke that fills the air. She looks over at Lindsay, watching as she coyly twirls a strand of hair around her forefinger. Lindsay is still speaking to the jock, saying that she really doesn't know much about football, and that yes she does know Laura, the captain of the cheer leading team, and no, she doesn't want to be a cheerleader. After saying this, she glances back at you and Winona, and grins.

Sliding off the counter, Winona places her hand on your shoulder to steady herself. Lindsay sighs heavily as two more jocks join the other in conversation with her. A tall blonde, with Josh embroidered on his leather jacket, whispers something into the ears of the others. They laugh loudly. One of them, a small, compact, beefy type, with a bullet head says, "Aww, she'd love it." The other two laugh again.

"I think we need to rescue Lindsay," you say, indicating her predicament.

Winona slips her hand into your back pocket, considering her friend, surrounded by the boorish jocks.

"Let's see what happens, she's a big girl." She giggles. Lindsay frowns, suggesting that one of the trio get her another drink. Soon enough, the guy whom was there when you entered the kitchen walks off, presumably to get Lindsay another drink.

You and Winona sit down at the kitchen table, next to a petite blonde with over-sized glasses and breasts to match. They push against the thin material of her pink t-shirt. She's deep into a conversation with a dark-skinned girl of East Indian or Pakistani origin. Neither notices you or Winona. The two of you sit silently, watching the party goers. When the Latino girl walks through with a tray full of drinks, you grab one for each of you.

As you scan the entryways for any sign of Donna, you feel Winona slide her hand onto your knee. Looking over at her, she smiles, flashing her straight, white teeth, as her head rests in her free hand.

"I'm not really going out with anyone right now. At least not seriously. Are you?" You open your legs slightly, as her hand slides slowly back and forth over your leg.

"No, I'm in the market." You reply. Your hardening cock shifts in your pants.

"Maybe we should leave Lindsay here, we can always find her later." Winona suggests.

You look over at Lindsay, seeing that she's now off the counter, standing next to two of the jocks. They're passing a lit joint between them. Lindsay looks at you and blows a kiss.

"Let's go see Lindsay," you say, shifting closer to Winona. As if in response, you feel her fingers trace briefly over your hard shaft. You gasp and look at her. She shows no indication of being aware of what just happened. Moving in close, she lightly kisses your neck. You can smell her hair, feeling its soft texture as it brushes against your cheek. Resting her head on your shoulder, Winona says: