Do a line with Emily

"We've got some coke," you say to Emily. "From Ricky." You elbow her in the side and wink a few times.

"Ew, haha," Emily says. "Whatever. I want to be beyond fucked for this, let's do it."

You pour some of the coke out onto the table and arrange it into two lines using Mr. Fowler's credit card. Then you roll up the last hundred-dollar bill and hand it to Emily. "You're the guest of honor," you say.

She takes it. "Happily," she says. As she bends over the table to do the line, you get behind her, grabbing her firm ass with both hands. She shakes her butt a little as she does the line, pressing it back against you.

"Here," she says, handing the bill back to you. "Your turn."

You follow her lead, and find your best friend getting behind you as you did to her. But instead of just grabbing your ass she slides her hand into your underwear and strokes the lips of your pussy, getting her fingers nice and wet. As soon as you've snorted the coke, you feel like your veins are filled with fire. You spin on your heel and grab her face, pulling her in for a hungry, sloppy kiss.

Once you're out of breath you pull away from her, your heart beating a mile a minute. "Let's have some fun," you say.