Let's watch Lindsay get into trouble.

“We can hang out here, and see what kind of trouble Lindsay can get her self into.” You suggest, as you observe a few more athletic types gather around her. You watch as one of them puts a glass of clear liquid to her lips, as she swallows its entire contents.

“She’ll probably do something stupid.” Winona replies, drawing a sharp look from Lindsay.

The raven-haired girl slips off of her perch from the kitchen counter. She stands a bit unsteadily next to you. Moving in as close as she can get, she presses her upper body against yours, moving to whisper into your ear. The soft gentle swell of her breasts push into you. Her warm breath tickles your neck and ear.

“You know Lindsay is really your date. She invited me to come along with you two. You should go rescue her,” Winona says. After saying this, she plants a soft but brief kiss on your neck, moving back a short distance, she smiles shyly at you, and looks down at the floor.

“If I do that, what do we do then?” Lindsay drinks another cupful to the delight and cheering of the jocks gathered around her.

“You could let her sleep it off in the back of your car, while we do something.” Winona gazes into your eyes, gauging your reaction to her suggestion. There is a commotion. You both turn to see that Lindsay has spilled her alcoholic beverage all over her blouse. The wet red material clings to her generous breasts. You can clearly see the outlines of her bra, and her erect nipples beneath it.

“Oh shit! This is great, I just bought this!” Lindsay declares. The jocks laugh. They suggest that she should remove her wet clothing. Lindsay pauses, considering the suggestion. She breaks into a devilish smile, as she unclasps a button of the wet red blouse.

“She’s definitely wasted.” Winona says. She pushes you gently towards Lindsay. You walk a few paces towards the intoxicated girl. Through her soaked red blouse, she shakes her breasts vigorously, making them jiggle and bounce. As the gathering of male partygoers roar with their approval, Lindsay laughs loudly, thrusting out her chest with drunken pride.

“Hey Lindsay, we gotta go.” You say to her. Winona moves in next to you, and says, “Come on girl, let’s go.”

Lindsay frowns, saying, “I’m having fun. I don’t wanna go.” She sticks out her lower lip with a child like pout. You reach over and grab Lindsay by the wrist, pulling her down to the floor from the counter. She falls to her knees. Winona bends to help her up, as four of the jocks move towards you. They say that you and Winona should leave Lindsay alone because she doesn’t want to go. You laugh, telling them to back off and that Lindsay is leaving.

As the center of attention gets to her feet, she says, “I want to stay. I’m sure I can get a ride home.” This comment brings more hoots from the jocks. You hear one of them say to the guy standing next to him that he’d ‘love to give her a ride’. Winona sighs, whispering something to Lindsay, whom shakes her head.

Taking a firm hold of Lindsay’s forearm, in a serious authoritative tone of voice you say, “Lindsay we’re GOING NOW! Come on!”