Hell yes you encourage her

All eyes are on the girls making out, and they're making a hell of a show of it. Jess is staring at you though; your best friend--the friend you'd love most in the world to be fucking and have felt that way for years--is wiggling her fingers at you from between your girlfriend's thighs until they turn up and you watch two sink into Jane's pussy. They go up to the second knuckle, splitting that bare, glistening mound, coming out slippery with your girlfriend's fuck honey.

Jane moans as Jess's eyes burn into yours and then into your crotch. They're smoldering with lust and want as she pushes her fingers into your girlfriend slowly. Expertly. Sliding only they can from one who knows exactly what to do with a prime pussy like Jane's.

Both girls are moaning, in heat with each other. The game has been forgotten. Everyone else is in shock and is silent, watching the girls make out.

"More," Jane begs in a whisper barely loud enough to hear.

"Less," Jess responds and pulls up the hem of Jane's jersey. She started kissing and fingering your girlfriend in front of you again and suddenly Jason roared.

"Touchdown Vikings!"

Jess grinned and pushed a third finger in with her other two, clear the the knuckles at her hand. Jane tried to cover her moan by stretching it from a strangled "Guh..." to "Guhhhhoooo Team!"

Their kiss only lasted long enough to pull Jane's Jersey off and she shook out her long blonde mane of hair. After another few seconds, she stood up and pulled Jess's jersey off with her movement, and the extra points kick was good. She tosses the Packers jersey into the corner, leaving your ginger friend naked, her nipples looking painfully taut, and her crimson muff laid bare for all to see. Her thigh was soaked where Jane's juices had dripped all over them from Jess's hand ministrations.

Jess leaned back, propping a leg up so you and Jane had a good view of her pink gash splitting her copper red curls and Jane wiggled back onto your lap, the heat and wetness of her box immediately soaking through your shorts. She leans back and whispers, "Game on."