“Let's watch and see what happens.”

“Let's watch and see what happens.” Winona replies, as her nostrils flair with arousal.

As you ponder how to reply with a clever sexual innuendo of some kind, you see Donna’s sleek form walk into the kitchen. She walks like a cat, one foot in front of the other, deliberate and predatory. She exudes raw sexuality. Smiling, she crouches beside you and Winona at the kitchen table. Her skirt slides tantalizingly up her thighs.

“Hello,” she says, in a voice as smooth as velvet.

Donna extends her hand to Winona, and when she clasps Donna’s slim hand in hers, she looks at you quizzically. Donna looks from Winona to you, the faint smile never leaving her lips.

“Having a good time?” She asks.

Attempting to stand, Winona stumbles on her high-heeled boots. She laughs at her own clumsiness and intoxication.

“I’m having a good time. I think I might be a bit drunk.” She replies, falling back into her chair. The Indian girl looks over her shoulder at Winona and theatrically rolls her eyes.

You reply that the party seems to be well attended. Then realizing you hadn’t answered her question, you say the company’s good.

The tall athletic brunette sips her drink, saying only “hmmmm,” in reply. Her eyes study you and Winona, occasionally glancing over at Lindsay, who’s become the center of attention in the kitchen. Nodding in her direction, Donna observes, “She’s very popular.” You look back at Lindsay. She’s now surrounded by a total of six jocks. They ogle her, making suggestive comments to each other when Lindsay talks to other members of the group. She seems pretty oblivious. You remember what she had told you earlier, that she could get pretty crazy if she’s been drinking.

Bringing a clear plastic cup to her mouth, she empties the cup of its amber colored contents, much to the jocks’ pleasure. She smiles at you stupidly, completely smashed.

The squat, bullet-headed jock puts his hand on her knee. He says, “You wearing pantyhose or stockings?” Another senior grabs her ass.

“That’s none of your business!” Lindsay says, slapping his hand.

“Let’s find a bedroom.” You hear one them say to the group.

“You guys, quit it!” Lindsay giggles, making no move to stop them. Looking back at you, she blows you a kiss, asking, “Anybody here know how to dance?” She speaks as if she has a mouth full of cotton. She must be pretty turned on by it all, because her nipples are erect, straining against her silky, red blouse.

“Should we go rescue her?” Winona asks, slipping onto your lap, and putting her arm around you. The aroma of her hair, and the crushing of her breasts against you feel good. You think of what it might be like to have Winona and Donna at the same time, and maybe Lindsay as well.

“How about we all find a nice dark room and get better aquatinted?” Donna whispers to the both of you. “We can bring her along if you want to, but she looks well on her way to her own fun.”