Her own mischief.

"Wait a minute, where the hell's Kat?" Beth asked. The boys shrugged, still catching their breath. She walked unsteadily back to her kitchen, where she saw a note lying in the center of the counter.

Here is a haiku

I am outside jilling off

Thinking about you

She rushed to the front door, where she saw her nude best friend loudly and theatrically pleasuring herself on her front lawn. A wave of dizziness swept over her, but she shook it off and opened the door.

"Kat, what the fuck are you doing?" Whoops, a little loud. Actually, she practically screamed it. She might be a little high.

"Jilling myself off," Kat panted. She wasn't slowly down or stopping. "I thought you wanted me to?"

"No! I wanted you to write a fucking poem! Now finish up and get-"

She was cut off by a sound like a simultaneous hiccup and loud grunt before Kat unleashed a feral yowl of pleasure. Instead of sagging back afterwards, she put her hands on the grass. With a hitched sigh, she looked up at Beth with contentment.

"Thanks," she said as she hopped up. "For wanting me to... finish." She jogged over to the front door, where Marcus and James were trying not to laugh. She hopped inside with a grin and started dressing.

"You know that isn't what I told you to do! What the fuck was that?" Beth demanded.

Kat put an arm over her shoulder. She had only gotten her panties and bottom on, and her tits were bouncing distractingly. "I thought to myself, Beth doesn't want a poem. She just wants me to do something funny. So I did something funny."

"That wasn't funny!" As soon as she said it, Marcus and James chuckling. Soon Beth was laughing too. The image of Kat vigorously rubbing one out the lawn was pretty good. "Ok, it was kinda funny."

They all laughed. Kat's arm was all the way around her, and it felt good. She snuggled in to Kat's bare chest, enjoy the firm, warm softness of her breasts. Kat was talking. "...and I realized something. My top priority is taking care of Beth as she is, right?"

Marcus and James nodded, still feeling great. Suddenly Beth was sitting down, leaning against Kat, with her head on her chest. She could hear her heartbeat, and the fuzzy distorted tones of her vocal chords.

"...so if getting her fucked up makes her happy, we should want to get her fucked up. Right?"

Marcus laughed. "In theory. But what about the hangover?"

Beth sat up. "Are you talking about getting me high?"

"Yes," Kat said.

"Cool," Beth replied. "Somebody light one up for me. But why do you wanna get me high?"

"Well, let's just say that when you're fucked up, your priorities align a little more with mine. I would never give you mind-altering chemicals because I like the things it makes you make me do. I give you mind-altering chemicals because they make you feel great, and I-"

"Like in Mario Kart when you try to hit the question mark block!" Beth interrupted. She got it.

"Uh, kinda. So now you're more open, to say, giving me another taste of that puss. Another great example of a win-win situation." She licked her lips and took a step toward her friend. "What do you say?"

"Not now, I'm still a little tired," Beth replied and Kat immediately stepped back.

"Of course," she said cheerfully. "I really do still want what you want above all. But it's cool when you want cool stuff. So, Beth, what do you want?"