Margaux, the girl who invited you

You reluctantly pull your mouth away from Amy's and turn to see who had grabbed you.

Oh shit! It's super hot Margaux, from your chemistry class. The girl who invited you to this party. You totally forgot!

"Jason?" she asks, her French accent making your name sound exotic as it pours from her gorgeous red lips.

You stare at her like a deer in the headlights for a moment, taking her in from her long dark hair, to her emerald eyes, to her thick soft lips. Her large breasts, squeezed into a tight low-cut top, exposing lots of creamy titflesh and about a mile of cleavage. Her stomach, bare beneath the tight white top, showing off her tight abs, slim waist, and a belly button piercing. Her skirt, tight and short, like the rest of her clothes, showing off her long, strong legs. And at the end of those legs, she was balanced on some high heels that would be more appropriate for a stage at a strip club than a college campus.

You catch yourself staring, then you suddenly realize that you haven't really done anything wrong. So you decide to try and play it cool.

"Margaux! Hey! Some party, huh?"

"Who ees thees? Your girlfriend?" she asks, her light French accent melting you a bit as she sets her deep green eyes on Amy. You can tell she's a little hurt to see you making out with another girl.

"Oh, no! No, no, no. This is, uh, this my roommate...'s friend Amy. Yeah, he got sick and so I brought her to the party."

Amy giggles drunkenly and reaches her hand to Margaux.

"You're hot. Are you like, French or something?" says your sloppy blonde roommate.

"Oui, yes. I grew up just outside Paris."

Amy moves past you to get between you and Margaux, as she does she gives you a little wink. Amy continues:

"Ohmigod, that is, like, so cool. I've always wanted to go to France or whatever."

You aren't quite sure what Amy is doing right now, or why she's playing up the blonde bimbo act, but it seems to be taking Margaux off-guard.

"You should veeseet. We have lots of beautiful things to see. Many museums and lots of architecture. The palace at Versailles..." Margaux is suddenly in tourism-board mode, which means she's not thinking about being mad at you.

Amy cuts her off: "No, I think I'm more interested in the people. Are all French girls as hot as you?"

Margaux isn't sure how to respond, she's left speechless, and makes eye contact with you.

Amy says "Jason told me you were gorgeous, but I didn't think you'd be so fucking sexy."

And with that, Amy grabs Margaux by the arm and pulls her in for a deep kiss. After what seems like a long time, they break away from each other, and Amy pushes Margaux into you. Amy winks again.

You don't hesitate, you stick your tongue in Margaux's mouth, and she kisses you back. After a while, you come up for air, and Amy dives back in to make out with Margaux. Then you and Amy kiss. Then you and Margaux again. Then Amy whispers that you three should all go upstairs and find a room.

Grinning ear to ear, you grab both beautiful girls by the waist and head up the stairs.

There are four bedrooms and a bathroom up here.