Mandi draws the six

Mandi picked up a card, and looked at it closely. She smiled and laughed. "So, let me get this straight again? If one of us gets the six, we get to decide what happens?"

"That's the rule" said Jason.

Andi turned over the six for all eyes to see. "Then I want to watch Amy get fucked by you guys."

Amy looked at Mandi in astonishment. "What? I'm not fucking them! I'm not even on birth control! I can't do that!"

Mandi was adamant. "You came here so we could have a good time. That's what you said. I want to watch you get fucked. You've been acting like a worse slut than my sister all night. You can't tell me you don't want it."

"Mandi, you're drunk. You don't know what you're doing, or saying" Amy protested. "Give us our clothes" she said, looking at Jason. "We're leaving. I'm taking her home."

Jason looked at the pile of clothing he had amassed. Then he looked at the naked girls. Maybe this had gone too far. Begrudgingly, he handed all the clothing back to Amy. "You owe me one, Amy" he said.

Amy said nothing. She quickly dressed, but Mandi still sat there naked. "Come on, Mandi. Let's get you dressed. Unless you want to stay here and fuck them."

Mandi reluctantly got up. "All right, I'm coming, spoilsport!" Amy handed Mandi her clothing one piece at a time, and helped the drunken girl get dressed. Then the two girls left with Amy supporting Mandi as they walked out the door.

Both girls were silent for the most part on the way back to Mandi's house, until they arrived. Mandi looked at her friend. "Amy, I'm very sorry. I almost got you ****. I don't know what got into me."

Amy smiled at her friend. "Oh, it's all right. You're still hurting, and taking it out on every situation that reminds you of it. I understand, and I forgive you. That's what BFF's do, isn't it?" She reached over and hugged Mandi. Then she got out, and walked around to the other side of the car to help Mandi get into her house. The two of them walked together into the house.

Mandi heard the sounds from up the stairs. It was her sister and ex boyfriend Josh going at it again. She leaned heavily on Amy, and sobbed on her shoulder. 'Maybe I should have let Jason and his friends fuck me. Maybe I should have stayed there. It would have been better than coming home to this."

Amy stroked Mandi's hair, and brushed it aside. "I know it's not easy for you. But you didn't really want either of us to fuck those guys. Come on. Let's get you up the stairs, and to your room. I'll stay with you, if you want me to."

Mandi looked into Amy's eyes. The eyeliner streaming down her cheeks made her look like she'd just escaped from a Gothic horror movie. "Do you think I'm pretty? Maybe I'm just not pretty enough."

"Amy looked into her friends eyes, and caressed her face, wiping her tears away. "Mandi, you're beautiful. Never doubt that." Maybe it was the heat of the moment, or maybe it was something meant to happen. Whatever it was, Amy gave into it as she took Mandi into her arms and kissed her on the lips.

Mandi didn't fight the kiss Amy planted on her. Instead, she drank it in deeply, and returned Amy's unleashed passion with passion of her own. There was no right, and no wrong, just Amy and Mandi locked together in their own little space in time.

"I've never been kissed like that before" said Mandi, smiling as she tried to catch her breath.

"Neither have I" responded Amy. "Come on. Let's go get naked, and put on a show of our own." She wrapped an arm around Mandi's waist, and they walked quietly up the steps, past Mandi's sister's room where lots of creaking and moaning could be heard.