Go Down to the Kitchen

With Dawn going off on her own way, Andrew was left alone. He sighed. If he had played his cards right, he could have ended up with her. She was his best chance and there was the possibility he wouldn’t even get laid now.
In depression, he took a seat in the empty kitchen, and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He took one sip and almost passed out. He hung his head low, feeling more useless and weak than ever.
It was at this point the red-headed witch Willow came down the stairs and into the kitchen, joining across from Andrew.
“Hey,” she sighed.
“Um, hi,” said Andrew. He wasn’t sure how to even talk to a woman like her.
Willow had just left her bedroom after sex with Kennedy. She smelled of sex and even Andrew could recognize it. But she didn’t have any post-sexual bliss, or even a smile on her face. She looked even more depressed than Andrew.
“What’s wrong?” Andrew asked, not expecting any response.
Willow looked up. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong. Tomorrow could be the end of the world, and I’ve never had a decent lover. Oz only cared about himself. Tara was such a weak lover, afraid to do anything. And Kennedy… That girl doesn’t know what to do with her tongues or fingers! None of them have even made me cum!”
“Umm… Oh,” said Andrew. He was even more at a loss of words.
“You don’t have to say anything. Just give me a swig of that beer. Willow grabbed the bottle from the table and took a gulp that could have killed Andrew if he’d done it.

It was hours later, around six in the morning. The sun would be rising at any moment. Andrew had two sips of beer and was as drunk as could be, and Willow had five bottles and could match him. They were sitting in chairs next to each other, bodies close.
Neither had realized it but the sexual tension was at a boiling point. Willow was wet; Andrew was hard. Willow felt like her breasts were just begging to pop out of her bra.
“So I ask Kennedy what celebrity I looked like,” slurred Willow as she took one last swig of beer. “And she says I look like Lucille Ball! I mean, what the hell is that?!”
“That’s just offensive! It’s obvious you look like Scully.”
“I look like Scully?” Willow wasn’t sure how to take that.
“Oh, don’t worry. I like Scully, a lot. She’s super hot.”
It was at this point Willow looked down and saw Andrew’s hand on her thigh. She immediately tensed up, and respectfully he pulled his hand away.
There was only a brief awkward silence before Willow grabbed his wrist, and for a second, he was afraid. And then she began to guide it back to her thigh, but even closer to the sweet spot between her legs.
“I never thought a man would ever make me feel this way,” said the lesbian. “But I don’t know if I want to do this… Should I betray my lesbianism?”
All Andrew could do was nod as he suddenly realized where his hand was.