Jack stalks off to the basement

"I'm sure she's down in the basement" you say to Jack as you brush his hands off your hips. "I know Stacy. She loves to play games, and it doesn't matter what the game is."

Jack can see he's going to get nowhere with you. "All right, I'll check there, and you can check wherever." With that said, he leaves you standing at the foot of the steps. You could follow after him, but he might take it as a signal that you're chasing after him. You decide to check out in Jack's car. Maybe she's out there sulking. You walk through the dining room, out to the living room, and through the front door. There on the porch is Stacy, pinned against the wall by two muscular looking guys. She doesn't seem to be enjoying the attention they're giving her.

"Stacy" you say in a loud voice. "I've been looking all over for you. So has your boyfriend Jack. In fact, he's down in the basement looking for you right now. He'll probably be here in a minute. I told him I was headed this way."

The two guys look up at you, stunned. "She's your friend?" says the tall blond one. "I didn't know she had a boyfriend. Honest."

"Liar," says Stacy. "I told you I did." She suddenly thrusts a knee right up into his crotch. "OWWW!" he howls, and the other monster backs away from her.

Stacy smiles at you, and collapses into your arms. "Thank you for saving me," she says. "I wasn't sure how I was gonna get away from those horndogs."

You look at the two boys. "If you know what's good for you, you'll get out of here," you say in a scolding manner. "You're both drunk and too horny for your own good."

With that said, the two stagger off into the house, probably in search of easier prey.

"I guess we should go catch up to Jack," you say. "He's kind of worried about you."

"Jack? Worried about me? After what he said?" Stacy rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

Your curiosity gets the best of you. "So, what happened?"

Stacy looks you right in the eyes. You can see a combination of pain and confusion staring right back at you. "I told him I might be interested in someone else," she says.

You ask without thinking "Anyone I know?"

"Yes," Stacy answers. "Just give me a chance to finish. This is really serious, and I can only say it once while I have the courage." She pauses for quite a while, collecting her thoughts. "It's you. I think I might be bi, and I think I love you."

You think about how you and Stacy have always hung together. Before you met your current boyfriend, she even tried to talk you into a threesome with her and Jack. You actually liked the idea until you met the drunk asshole passed out upstairs. A thrill of warmth actually rushes through your body at Stacy's revelation. Maybe because you feel the same way about her is why you pushed Jack away? Suddenly you feel Stacy's hand slide up under your skirt, and under the leg gusset of your panties. Her fingers feel like velvet as they trail across your labia. You part your thighs to allow her better access, and she draws closer to you.

"Say something," she whispers in your ear. But instead of saying anything, you pull her close and kiss her passionately on the lips. You've always been one to think actions speak louder than words.

You finally break the kiss to come up for air. One of your hands now finds the hem of her skirt and snakes up underneath it in search of her panty covered mound. Without hesitation, you say "Does that answer your question?"