Megan let out a soft moan from where she lay on the other side of Amy, mumbling something incoherent about needing another drink. She didn't seem to notice what was going on between her best friend and her dad. With his free hand, Amy reached up to stroke Nichole's hair, massaging her scalp gently as she drifted deeper into sleep.

The night wore on, the room growing steadily hotter and more humid with their combined breathing. Amy couldn't resist slipping his other hand beneath the elastic of Nichole's panties, cupping her bare sex in his palm. She was wet and warm there, her hips moving restlessly against his hand in her sleep.

"Thanks," Nichole whispers before taking another sip of her drink. I can tell that she's starting to feel pretty relaxed too. "So, Stevie... what do you think about girls kissing each other?" She asks innocently, glancing over at Megan with a mischievous grin on her face.

Nichole nods thoughtfully before leaning even closer to me. She brushes a strand of hair away from my face and then slowly reaches her hand up to touch my cheek. "Would you mind if... I mean, if we wanted to kiss each other? Just as friends?"

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I glance nervously between Nichole and Megan. Part of me wants to say no, but another part of me is intrigued by the idea. "I don't know...,"