Go ahead and ask

"Well?" you say, steeling yourself for the worst.

Jess snaps her head around to you, still fixing her shirt. "Well, what?" she asks, her eyes narrowing.

"You wanna go to his party?" Jess's eyes widen.

"Are you serious?" You shrug. This was expected.

"Well, Dave's known for throwing kick-ass parties. One night he had these three girls over..." you stop as Jess folds her arms across her chest and glowers at you. "Who calmly wrapped things up and went out, bowing and praying. They were nuns, you see." Jess shakes her head and you see a smile flicker across her lips. "Honestly, I know you don't like him—" you ignore Jess's loud snort of derision — "but he does usually have quite the party going on. Lots of dancing and just general revelry." Jess shrugs.

"I guess. I'm trapped under the rules of our bet until midnight." She grins. "But I'm going to execute the girlfriend veto on more road-head. And is Dave going to mention that he caught me slurping on your cock?" You chuckle.

"I hope not. I'll kill him," you say. Dave may not be the brightest guy you've met, but he is pretty honorable. He normally will make snarky comments about it to you, but avoid public disclosure.

"We both win," Jess says brightly. "Well, let's get home, if we're going to go. I'm sure you're not done yet, and I believe after that little blowjob of mine, you promised me a nice hard fuck. Plus, you get to pick out my outfit." You grin at her and she smiles, unbuttoning her shirt to show you her cleavage. You put the car in gear and peel out on the shoulder, driving home as fast as you can.