On a 7-9, they'll do it if you turn them on.

"I'd love to join the party," you say. "Make room for me back there?"

Mona and Fairouzeh are sitting in the back seat with their arms around each other's shoulders. Mona is caressing Fairouzeh's chest inside her fuzzy ski sweater. They look up at you and laugh, then look back at each other.

"Maybe," Mona says.

"Yes, maybe," Fairouzeh says.

The girls slide apart and look at you in the front seat.

"Kiss me first," Mona says.

You smile. You've hoped you might get a chance with your friend someday.

You twist over the back of the seat. Mona leans forward. Her kiss is warm and firm, and you hold together for a minute before your lips start exploring each other more actively. She still tastes a little like yellow jelly cake.

Mona pulls back. "Not bad."

"Now me!" Fairouzeh says.

You look at her delicate features, her dark eyebrows and her long, straight hair in the dim car. She leans forward. Her cheeks smell of roses. Her lips taste of maple frosting. Her kiss is softer, more tentative. When you start moving your lips, kissing up and down, she sighs and relaxes, letting you kiss her chin, nibble her lower lip, and tickle her lips with your tongue.

Fairouzeh leans back. "Ah," she says.

Fairouzeh and Mona confer with one another.

"My side, Joe."