Yes

You stare for a second at your best friend, and then you turn around to look at her boyfriend. Two gorgeous people, both watching you, both waiting for your answer. "I think I'd like that," you say. The words sound strange in your mouth, as if another person had put them there, but you earnestly believe them.

Emily smiles. "Good," she says, looking a little proud. She walks over to where you're sitting on the counter and gets really close to you. Your face is inches from hers, and you're staring into her pretty brown eyes. "Jack and I have been thinking about asking you for months. After what you told me last night though I figured this would be a good time to ask."

Really? you think to yourself. "Months?"

"A looooooong time," she says, tracing a little circle on your leg with the tip of her finger. "Sometimes we're just talking about who we'd like to share together." She's smiling, and you find yourself gawking at her. "But sometimes it's while we're in bed, and he's inside me. He tells me what a slut I am for wanting to fuck my best friend."

You can't believe you're hearing this. The image of Emily flat on her back while Jack fucks her pops into your head. You can only imagine what she looks like, moaning, stretching her gorgeous body out, groping her own breasts...

"I think he's right," she says, getting even closer. She wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you to the very edge of the countertop. One of her hands has tucked into the waistband of your jeans, and her thumb is playing with the band on your underwear. She's nuzzling your neck, kissing it softly. You feel her black hair brush against your chin like an electrical current through your nerves. "I am a slut for wanting to fuck my best friend." She pulls away from your neck and looks down at you. "Are you a slut too?"

"Yes," you say confidently. Even before last night's realization, you had imagined what sleeping with Emily would be like. Girls wondered, sometimes. And more than once, the idea of sharing Jack with her had been a subject of your fantasies when you were alone in bed, your hand in your panties. "I'm a slut for wanting to fuck my best friend."

Emily smiles. "You're making me wet," she says.

"You're making me wet," you retort.

"Well, you're both making me hard," Jack says from the other side of the counter. You jump when he speaks; you hadn't even heard him approach.

"Do you want to suck his cock together?" Emily asks, looking you in the eye.