Simon

Amy took it upon herself to go first, and gave the empty bottle a spin, cheering drunkenly when it came to a stop pointing at Simon.

“Yes! A boy! Score!” She crawled drunkenly over to her helpless victim, who glanced uncomfortably at Stephanie, as if asking for her permission. Amy grabbed hold of Simon’s face and twisted him away from his girlfriend—then kissed the guy sloppily on the mouth. After a split-second of guilty panic, Simon relaxed and just went with it, closing his eyes in pleasure as he returned the feisty redhead’s hungry kisses.

Without warning, Amy suddenly grabbed hold of Simon’s hands and pressed them to her breasts, letting out a moan. Simon froze up, his panic returning, until Amy broke their lip lock long enough to drawl out, “It’s not cheating when they’re inside your girlfriend’s bra, dumbass!”

The entire room burst into laughter at her ludicrous, drunken logic. Even Simon was laughing so hard that Amy couldn’t get him to kiss her again after that. Frustrated, she dropped her face down to his bare chest—

“Whatever, I’ll just kiss your muscles. Mmm, I love swimmers…”

She hungrily licked and kissed her way across Simon’s toned six-pack, down past his bellybutton and towards his—

“Okay!” Stephanie cut in, still laughing as she pulled her barely cogent friend off her man’s body. “I think that’s far enough, Amy! I gotta draw the line somewhere.”

“But I need a wiener…” Amy whined.

Simon spun the bottle next: