Amy is just finishing a phone call

"Don't tell Amy, okay?" Said Joel as they headed back out to the lounge, discretely dropping the cups off on a shelf in the hall.
Amy was out on the couch, finishing a phone call.
"Guys, Elaine is coming over-" Both the guys started to splutter, both of them were thrown by the secret they were sharing being exposed "-No, no, listen! I was telling her what a wild night I was having, and she invited herself, you know what she's like!" Elaine was Amy's best friend, they'd finished shcool together, and were pretty inseperable.
"So," Joel started to speak and couldn't put it into words.
"And, you told her how much about tonight?" asked Mik, slightly worried.
"Well, just that we were here watching porn and that it was getting really hot."
"And, the whole..." he gestured loosely at his crotch, but didn't know what to describe the last half hour as.
"No, but you know her, it's probably nothing new, don't get angry, I didn't mean to invite her. She loves all this stuff, and inviting herself would be the kind of thing she's do!" There was tension in there, Amy was having a **** guilt attack that Elaine's impending arrival would ruin the night. Joel shrugged and grabbed himself a beer. He was a bit pissed off that Elaine would be here soon, she was as sexually aggressive as him, if not more. He didn't want to loose his control over the evening, not realising that Amy had subtly taken that off him soon after the game had started.
Mik was left standing in the middle of the room, feeling tense. Sex was such a frightening thing, he was doing okay with his friends, but loud, confident, crass Elaine was about the unsexiest person he could imagine at the moment. Amy could sense this, and sat down on the table beside him.
"Mik, listen, I know Elaine can be, you know.."
"Yeah.." Mik gave her what he hoped was a understanding smile.
"No, she's really sweet! Loud and all, but just wait and see, she's really fun. Come on, lets get more drinks."
The three of them stood around in the kitchen, drinking beer and slowly they started to talk about how they felt about the night. Joel didn't have much to say, just stuff about porn and masturbation being fun in groups. No poofta stuff of course. Joel was much too straight for that. Amy was a little more open, talking about trust and arousal.
When Mik started talking, a dam broke, and words came flying out of him, unloading years of pent up sexual isolation. He must have talked for about ten minutes before there was a knock at the door.