The party.

You stand and follow Winona up the aisle and out of the theatre. Lindsay keeps pace with you by your side. Looking over at her, she catches your eye, then rolls her eyes, and shakes her head at you.

“What, did you have a late night yesterday? I can’t believe you fell asleep." Lindsay tisks.

Falling back, Winona steps along side you opposite Lindsay. “You really missed a good movie,” she says.

“Not like all the American movies, with explosions, gunfire and large breasted bimbos,“ she continues.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry ladies, I was very rude. Winona, I apologize,” you plead. The brunette flashes you a smile, and accepts your pleas for forgiveness, adding that you can make up for it by taking her to see it later in the week.

“Wow! Girl I can’t believe you forgave him. And smiled no less! I can’t remember the last time you smiled that much.” Lindsay said leaning over. Lindsay whispers into your ear that she thinks Winona likes you. The blonde’s warm breath on your neck makes you break out in goosebumps, your cock stirs in your pants, hard as a rock from your dream. The images float in your head, and you wonder if you can make them come true.

“You girls want a little drink?” You say remembering the flask of booze. “Sure.” Winona says, and Lindsay nods in agreement. Reaching the car, you break out the flask and pass it among yourselves, you’re careful to take very small sips, while the girls take very large swigs. “So,” you inquire, “what should we do now?” The girls decide that you should all go to the party to check it out. So you shift the car into gear, pull out on the street, and head to the party.

You look into the rearview mirror at Winona, she shifts her legs, and you catch a glimpse of her white, cotton panties. Meanwhile, Lindsay continues to nurse the bottle of gin. "This is good,” she says grinning at you and slipping a hand on your knee.