Why yes, yes it is.

All worries about this evening's expectations melted away in a hail of bullets. We decided to play the "Die Hard" drinking game with a warm bottle of cheap vodka. On every use of the names "McClane" or "Nakatomi," we took a drink. By the end, we felt warm and silly and cheered when Hans Gruber lost his wristwatch.

Over the course of the film, Jessica drifted toward me until she was tucked under my arm, hot against me. But she leapt up on the film's climax and pulled me into a deep hug. Our eyes locked. Her lips were so inviting: pink and plump and slightly parted. We held like that too long to call it friendly. She broke off and hopped up.

"Woah I'm a little dizzy," she giggled. "Say, it's warm in here. Do you mind if I change clothes?" Without waiting, Jessica stripped off her lounge pants revealing her long, slender runner's legs.

She flipped her hair back into place and smiled as she strut over to the dresser and retrieved a pair of shorts. Next, the long sleeved top went up over her head, and the purple sports bra clinging to her chest momentarily came into view. She pulled on a spaghetti strap top that showed off more of her strong arms and shoulders.

"That's much better. How're classes going?" We chatted about this and that for a while, until the conversation inevitably turned to our sex lives.

Jessica told me about her rather disappointing first time, senior year in the back of her boyfriend's van. We scoffed at the depressing lameness of college parties so far, and ended up commiserating over sexual frustration.

"Be honest. How badly does the long distance thing suck? I can't imagine. How's she handling it? Has she been as faithful as you?" Jessica leaned in salaciously, pressing her advantage. My heart started pounding.

"Actually... we... uh... this is so awkward. It all made sense at the time. We have... an arrangement?"

"What the fuck does that mean?"

I picked a spot on the ground and stared at it. "It's like... we're still in a relationship but we can see other people? See, we had this group of friends in high school..."

I proceeded to tell her everything. Corrine, the film, Stephanie and the hospital, runs with Amy, the cabin trip, prom....

As I spoke, her eyes grew wider and wider. I could plainly see her delectably puffy nipples pushing against the fabric of her shirt as her breathing quickened.

"That's the craziest shit I ever heard. And you're telling me that you and she... that you're open to... other people?"

She was close enough now that I could feel the heat coming off her. A quick motion would close the distance between us and satisfy the tension in the air.

"Can you prove it?"