Pacey looked up and smiled at Joey, waving her over to his table. "Hey."

"Hey." She sank down into the chair opposite him and rested her chin on her hand, smiling slightly. "How's it going?"

"Pretty good. Who knew the financial world would someday be at my mercy, huh?"

She smiled wider and shook her head. "You can conquer any world you set your mind to, Pacey."

"I guess that's true." He reached out and caught her free hand, holding it lightly in his own. "After all, I melted the Ice Queen, didn't I?"

"That you did." She sat back, her hand leaving his slowly. Glancing around the semi-crowded room, her brow crinkled up into a frown. "Where is everyone?"

"Your roommate, I believe, is getting it on with the bartender in the back room."

"Poor Pacey." She shook her head, fighting the urge to smile. "Tell me, what does it do to the male ego when your girlfriend leaves you for another girl?"

"Just means I need to touch up the oral skills, darlin'." He winked at her, then looked around the room to hide the hurt that darkened his eyes momentarily.

Joey reached out for him, taking his hand again. "I'm sorry. I wasn't actually trying to be a bitch."

"You've just honed the skills so well that it's natural?" He smiled in earnest this time, laughing at her look of mock outrage. "Anyway, I'm actually okay with the Audrey and Emma thing. They're very considerate of my feelings."

"Not screamers, huh?" Jen sank down into the chair next to Pacey and reached for his glass, draining half of it in one long, smooth swallow.

"Oh, they scream." He took the glass back and finished it. "But only on the condition that I get to listen." He waggled his eyebrows as Jen slapped him, shaking her head in disgust.

"You're how old? Twelve?"

"Nope," he shook his head, winking at Joey. "I've got much more stamina than a twelve-year-old."

"I'll take your word for it." Jen patted his hand. "I'm going to go dance."

Joey watched her walk to the floor before turning her attention back to Pacey. "You're really okay with the whole Audrey thing?"

"Mostly." He shrugged, staring down into his empty glass. "Would have been nice to have been invited to join them once or twice before she dumped me…" He grinned, dodging out of the way of her hand as she reached over to slap him. "Oh, c'mon, Jo. Name one red-blooded, American male that wouldn't want him a piece of that."

"Dawson," she reminded him.

"It's illegal to use Dawson as a reference to anything when we're talking about sex." He lifted his empty glass and saluted her. "And not because he was a virgin for so long."

"Why not then?"

"Because I honestly don't believe he's human." He glanced over to the bar and smiled. "Well, the orgasms must be over, Emma's back at the bar. I'm gonna get a refill. You want anything?"

"I could just share yours. That's what Jen does."

"I wouldn't recommend it, Potter." He leaned over, his breath hot on her neck. "You never know where I've been."

She reached out and grabbed his forearm, her fingers firm against his skin. "It's a risk I'm willing to take."

His voice dropped, surfacing somewhere along her nervous system. "I'll keep that in mind."

Joey watched him as he sauntered off toward the bar, sighing quietly in the loud room. Forcing herself to look away, she traced patterns in the water on the table, glancing up as Jen sat down beside her. "Where'd Pacey go?"

"The bar. Or the bathroom to try and get in on a threesome. I'm not sure which."

Jen grinned. "Oh, I am." She blew her hair out of her face, her skin pinked with exertion. "You should dance."

"I don't dance."

"Well, not well, no. But you should. It's fun. And if you like, I'll dance really close to keep the boys away." She reached out and touched Joey on the tip of the nose. "Come on."

"Jen…"

Jen grabbed her arm and tugged her to her feet. "It won't kill you. I know you think it will because you're so unused to having fun, but it won't. It doesn't even hurt much. Well, maybe a little at first, but you get used to it after a few seconds." She winked at Joey. "Or that's what the boys always say."

"You're funny."

She twirled Joey around then released her hand. "Dance with me." Joey glanced over her shoulder toward the bar. Pacey was leaning against the bar, drink against his lips, smiling in their direction. Jen stood on her toes behind Joey and leaned over her shoulder, waving at Pacey. "C'mon, Joey. Dance with me."

She turned, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she faced Jen. She moved a step closer, reducing the distance between them, letting her body start moving to the rhythm. "Like this?"

Jen reached out and grabbed her hips, their movements falling in synch. "Like this."

Joey turned, feeling Jen's hands stay on her as she faced the bar, her gaze locking on Pacey's. He was still standing there, still watching, the blue darkness of his eyes mesmerizing. Jen's hands moved up her hips slightly, fingertips on her stomach as she moved closer. She could feel the brush of her breasts against her back and closed her eyes, tilting her head back.

"Nice," Jen murmured quietly, barely loud enough to be heard over the music. "Is he watching?"

"Yes," Joey breathed.

"Very nice." Jen moved closer then away as the music ended, heading toward the table. Pacey was just settling into his chair as she arrived and he held out a glass to her. "Beer, beer or beer?"

"I'll take a beer."

He nodded and grabbed another glass for Joey. "Beer or beer?"

"Whatever you're having is good." She took the glass and swallowed, ignoring the bitter taste as she watched him watch her. "No go for the threesome?"

"Emma said she'd consider it. Or maybe she told me to get bent." He shrugged. "Either way, I'm taking it as promising."

Jen laughed and finished her beer. "I'm out of here. Duty calls."

"Radio station?"

She nodded at Joey. "The lonely hearts of Boston call out to me." She ruffled Joey's hair. "I'll be expecting your call."

"Bitch."

Jen nodded, her eyes sparkling. "I love it when you talk dirty."

Pacey pressed his lips together to keep from laughing as Joey turned around in her chair and faced him. "You're way too amused by this."

"Hey, what do you expect?" He took a drink of his beer. "I've got two incredibly sexy women cat-fighting in front of me in a playful manner. How can I not enjoy the show?"

She shook her head and stood up as the band retook the stage, music staring up again. "Come and dance with me."

"I'm too sober to dance."

She handed him her glass and waited, her gaze expectant. "So finish yours, drink this and get your ass out on the floor, Witter."

He looked at her for a long minute before draining his glass and taking hers from her hand. "You've seen me dance before, right?"

"Why do you think I'm asking?" She laughed and pulled on his hand as he finished her beer as well. "I need a good laugh."

Pacey leaned into Joey as she dug her key out of her purse, fitting it into the lock. Turning slightly, she nodded in the direction of the door. "You want to come in?"

"I should get home." He smiled slowly, seductively. "You're all safe and sound and, if you're lucky, they're fucking at my place tonight."

"I don't know. Something about the primal grunts and groans of two dominating woman fucking gets me a little hot and bothered."

He groaned softly, his hand feeling the silky ends of her hair. "Potter, that is something I have waited far too long to hear."

She smiled and closed her eyes, leaning closer to him. "What do you say we make it a foursome? I promise to be as dominating or submissive as you want."

He exhaled slowly, his hips pressed against her thigh, rocking gently. "You don't think the girls would mind? We wouldn't clog up the Sapphic air of the room with my heterosexual pheromones?"

"I'm pretty sure the Sapphic pheromones would win out."

"Is that your way of telling me that you really meant a foursome?" His tongue trailed along the edge of her ear, sending shivers of desire through her body. "Might be kind of hot to watch you all sprawled out on the bed while they get a taste of you."

"You'd like that, huh?" She ran her hand over his crotch, smoothing it along the swell of his erection. "Oh yes. You'd like that."

"You have to ask?" He growled softly then pulled away, his tongue caught between his lips. "Go to bed, Potter."

"You expect me to sleep?"

"No," he admitted with a throaty chuckle. "I expect you to masturbate while your roommate fucks mine with the vibrator I bought her. And I expect your fingers to taste like you the next time," he lifted her hand away from his cock, taking her fingers into his mouth, "that they're between my lips." He took a step back, swallowing hard as her hand fell from his lips. "Goodnight, Potter."

"Night, Pacey."

"Sweet dreams."

Jen opened the door and slipped into the darkened room, stripping off her tank top as she crossed the bare floor. Tossing it to the side, she stopped beside the mattress and unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor as the beside light snapped on. "Hey."

"Hey."

She undid the zipper on her skirt and stepped out of it as it dropped to her feet, leaving her heels and thigh-high stockings on as she straddled his thighs. Her hand moved immediately to his cock, the pulse throbbing beneath the hard flesh. "How was your night?"

"Pretty good."

"Yeah? You get any?"

"Not yet."

She nodded and rose up, creeping forward just enough to brush the wet flesh between her thighs with the tip of his cock. "No? I figured you'd have scored pretty easily at the bar."

"Too easy."

"Yeah?" She smiled and held him captive with her flesh before sliding down the length of his cock. "Two words one would think would never be used together in conjunction with Joey Potter."

Pacey's hands found her breasts, kneading them gently. "You did a nice job of getting her primed and ready for action."

"The last two people she fucked were Charlie and Dawson. One knew what he was doing and did it marginally well. The other was so excited about the prospect of actually touching her that he probably came before they even made it to the bed." She poked Pacey's stomach as he chuckled. "There has never been a girl more in need of the gentle touch of another woman."

"She offered me a foursome with her, Audrey and Emma. Of course, she didn't actually ask the other involved parties. I guess she figured since I'd already fucked two of 'em, Emma'd agree easily."

"Emma probably would."

He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her nipples, his eyes narrowing as her body tightened around him. "You say the nicest things."

"You do the nicest things." She ran her fingertips down his chest. "How hard were you while you were watching us?"

"Mmm. Very." His eyes closed all the way as she began moving slowly above him.

"Yeah? Which turned you on more? The thought of Joey getting all hot because I was touching her or the fact that she was thinking about fucking you?"

"Two girls always wins, darlin'." He sat up slightly, replacing his thumb with his mouth, covering her breast with the warm heat. His teeth grazed her nipple as he pulled back, his eyes black with hunger. "Are we finished talking about Joey?"

"I am."

"Good." He lay back and grabbed her hips, guiding the slow rocking of her body with the firm pressure of his fingers. "Because I'd much rather do this."

"Yeah?" She let out a quiet moan as he lifted his hips into hers, thrusting up inside her. "You'd rather do this than talk about Joey and me dancing just for you? Maybe here," she gasped as his body tightened beneath her, muscles clenching in his thighs, "in your room while you lie on the bed?"

"Oh…I could live with that."

"Naked." She raked her nails over his chest, catching lightly on the nipples and smiling as he groaned low in his throat. "Her breasts against mine. My leg between hers."

"Yeah."

"My hands trailing over her breasts as I guide her over to the chair and set her down, part her legs and slip my fingers inside her." She fought for breath as he released her hip with one hand, bringing his fingers over to her clit and tracing the hard nub. "Would you like to watch me fuck her, Pacey?"

"Yes."

"Should I taste her for you?"

"No. I want her to taste you." He could barely breathe, his chest tight with arousal as his cock thrust up into her, faster as he felt the swell of his orgasm building. "I want to see her tongue buried up inside you as you stand over me, trembling until you come."

"Pacey," she moaned his name, her nails scraping over skin, leaving harsh white marks on the tanned flesh. He groaned in response, his body convulsing with his climax, thrusting up, burying himself deeply. Jen reached up and found her nipples, pinching them lightly as he continued working her clit, teasing the sensitive flesh until she cried out silently, her body shivering with release.

Pacey guided Jen down onto the bed, turning with her to keep their bodies joined. He moved over her, his hips beginning another rhythm as he began thrusting between her spread legs. She gasped over and over again as he pushed into her, deeper, faster, harder until she grabbed his hips, her nails nearly breaking the skin as she arched off the bed, coming around him again.

Pulling away, he dropped a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose before heading to the bathroom. She watched him disappear through the dark doorway, falling back on the pillows only after the door shut and she heard the fan come on.

"Another Friday night," Jen sighed as she sank down onto Joey's knee, draping her arm around the brunette's shoulders. "At the rate this year is going I'm going to be a senior before I wake up tomorrow morning."

Joey raised an eyebrow as Jen reached over and finished off her drink. "At the rate you're drinking, you're not going to wake up tomorrow morning."

"Even better." Jen wiggled slightly, adjusting her body on Joey's lap. "Where'd everyone go?"

"I think the better question is, since there's no one else at our table, why are you on my lap?"

"I figured they were coming back." Jen stood up. "I can move if you want."

Joey grabbed Jen's hands, her smile full of mischief. "I didn't say you had to move."

"Sounded like that's what you wanted."

"Did it?" Joey pulled Jen back toward her, her smile widening as the blonde straddled both of her legs. "How many guys do you think are stampeding to the bathroom right now, fighting for jerk-off space?"

"Don't know," Jen admitted with a slow, sexy grin, leaning in to brush her nose against Joey. "But the number probably just doubled."

Joey swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat. "Pretty soon they'll be invading the girl's bathroom."

"We'd better stop then or Audrey and Emma are going to come after us like a women in prison movie." Joey laughed as Jen leaned back, the small of her back against the table. Jen glanced over Joey's shoulder at the bar, her eyes dancing at the expression of pure shock on Dawson's face. "Oh dear."

"What?"

"I think Dawson's about to have a conniption fit. Or explode." She grinned. "Although, unlike Pacey who looks like he's got the hard-on to end all hard-ons, Dawson looks like he's wondering if we're comparing notes on his sexual technique."

"He has technique?"

Jen bit back her smile, leaning in to Joey again. "I can't believe I'm saying this, Joey, but given how you've been since you and Dawson got the sex out of the way? I wish you'd fucked him when you were fourteen."

"Fourteen?" Joey's eyebrows shot up. "Why so young?"

"Because you would have been a hell of a lot more fun when I moved to Capeside." She brushed a quick kiss against Joey's cheek, not allowing her a chance to respond. "Here come the boys."

"They can actually walk?"

"Well, they're walking very slowly. And somewhat bow-legged." Jen draped her wrists over Joey's shoulders, moving closer, her breasts tantalizingly close to Joey's warm breath. "Except for Jack, of course."

"Of course." Joey glanced over her shoulder and smiled at the three guys as they approached. Dawson avoided her gaze as he walked past them, slipping into the chair on the opposite side of the table.

"You know," Pacey turned his chair backwards before sinking down on it. "You guys are going to give me a complex."

"How so?" Jen leaned back again, resting her elbow on the table and turning her head to watch Pacey smile.

"Well, my current ex-girlfriend is probably behind the bar going down on the bartender. And two of my other exes are sitting here in the middle of a crowded bar turning every guy in a fifty mile radius into orgasmic goo."

"Not every guy," Jack reminded him.

"I never dated you."

"True," Pacey nodded at Jack then looked at Jen. "And also true, my lovely Miss Lindley. But as we spent a nice chunk of our junior year rolling around on Dawson's bed, I thought I'd include you anyway."

"I don't need to hear that kind of thing," Dawson interjected, still not looking at Joey. "You know, Jen, there's a free seat here."

"Actually," Audrey sank down next to Dawson, setting her drink on the table, "there's not. There's not a free seat in the house. Mostly because everyone's watching the Jen and Joey show."

"And you wanted a front row seat?" Dawson snapped.

"I get that in my dorm room, Dawson." Audrey grinned, blowing him a kiss. "I just wanted to watch Pacey squirm. It's sort of a new favorite past time."

"I'm not squirming." Pacey informed her. "I'm beating off under the table."

"Jesus." Dawson pushed his chair back and stood up. "I'll leave you guys to your games. I've got better things to do."

"What's the matter, Dawson?" Audrey drawled slowly. "You pissed because you weren't man enough to hang onto her? Did you figure the sex would be transcendental and she'd fall madly in love with you?"

"I figured you'd know enough to keep your mouth shut." Dawson sneered. "But I guess that's hard with Emma's strap-on in it all the time."

Audrey's eyes widened as Dawson stormed out of the bar. "Wow. He said that like it was some sort of insult."

Pacey reached over and patted her gently on the shoulder. "And he said that like you weren't the dominatrix."

"I know." Audrey pouted, working hard to keep from laughing. "I guess, in that case, it was an insult, wasn't it?"

"Come and dance with me, Audrey." Jack reached for her hand. "I'll let you dominate me all you want to make it up to you."

"Ooh. Okay." She got off her chair and led Jack out to the dance floor.

Shaking his head, Pacey turned back to Jen and Joey, his expression one of disappointment. "I suppose you two think you're clever."

"No," Jen slid off Joey's lap into Jack's abandoned chair. "But I think we're sexy."

"Besides, it was your masturbation comment that pushed him over the edge." Joey reminded him as she moved her chair closer to the table, reaching underneath it to brush Pacey's thigh. "I guess the thought of you beating off was enough to counter-act the pure rush of lust he got watching me and Jen."

"Honey, Dawson didn't get a rush of lust. He got a rush of disgust." Pacey picked up his shot glass and tossed the liquor back. "I've never seen a man less turned on by the sight of two absolutely gorgeous girls."

"I don't see why. I mean, Joey's rampant desire for me is a good enough reason to blame her complete lack of interest in him, right?" Jen leered at Joey. "Because she'd have to be hot for girls to not want him."

"Or maybe he's jealous that now, instead of competing with Jack and Pacey for my affections, he's got to compete with you too." Joey laughed. "Hey, if I can hook up with Andie one night, I can honestly say I've kissed every one of the gang."

Pacey groaned. "Why weren't you like this when we dated?"

"I already posed that question, Pace." Jen got out of her chair. "Well, kiddos, it's that time of night again."

"You have to leave? So soon?" Joey pouted. "We barely got to have any fun."

Jen smiled and leaned down, kissing Joey's forehead. "Night." She straightened, her eye catching Pacey's. He returned her slow smile, his eyes full of promise. "Witter."

"See ya, Lindley."

Joey leaned against the door of her dorm, groaning softly under her breath. There was a scrunchie around the doorknob and the very distinct sound of soft, gasping breath penetrating the barrier of the door.

"I think the scrunchie's overkill."

"You do?" Joey raised an eyebrow. "Really? You can just discern that they're having sex by the shouts of 'oh God, Audrey, if you don't stop I'm going to come all over your hot pink tongue'?"

"I've had practice at the end of Audrey's hot pink tongue." He grinned and held out his hand. "Come on, Potter. I'll treat you to coffee until they collapse in a heap of girlie flesh."

"Coffee, huh?" She took his hand and fell into step with him. "Not interested in the foursome tonight?"

"They've already started. It'd be kind of rude to interrupt, don't you think?"

"I don't know. I think as long as we brought something to the gathering."

"Like a good bottle of wine?" Pacey opened the door out into the crisp night air. "A block of fine cheese?"

"A cock," Joey stated, pinning him to the door, her hand smoothing over his erection. "All primed and ready for action."

His voice dropped, husky and warm. "How are you going to prime it, Potter?"

"I thought I'd take a cue from Audrey and Emma's strap-on and just suck on it." She moved her hand up, her fingers light against his chest.

"That would work." He bent his head, brushing her lips with his. "But what makes you think I'd share you with Audrey and Emma?"

"Emma's not at your place." Joey slid Pacey's zipper down, her hand snaking into his jeans. "In ten minutes we could be."

"What's the matter, Potter? Did Jen writhing around on your lap get you all hot and bothered?" He reached down and freed her hand, taking it in his.

"Something like that."

He smiled, raising his zipper. "Coffee, Potter."

"I'm not thirsty."

"Maybe not, but I am." He winked at her. "And I'm taking my time."

"I saw you at the coffee shop."

"Yeah?"

"You two looked pretty cozy." Jen leaned against the door, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. "Should I be jealous?"

"I don't think so." He grinned hungrily as he sat up. "Since you're the one who's turning her on."

"You think it's me?" She shook her head, laughing softly. "Or do you think it's the fact that it's turning you on that's making her want to do it?"

"The only thing I really care about," he got off the bed, walking toward her, "is whether or not it's turning you on." Jen straightened as he stood in front of her, his fingers slipping under her short skirt, finding the damp material of her panties. "Is it?"

"Does it feel like it is?"

"I don't know," he admitted, sliding a finger beneath the fabric, feeling the damp flesh part, the hard nub of her clit. "I mean, this is a serious question requiring lots of research to come up with a scientific and exact answer."

"It is?" Jen rested her hands on his shoulders, rising up on her toes as another finger slipped in, both of them working their way from her clit to the swollen flesh surrounding the warm heat of her opening.

"Oh yeah." Pacey's thumb found her clit as his two fingers slipped inside her. "I mean, there needs to be field tests and such. I can't know honestly if you're all wet because of Joey or me right now. I mean, to know if it's because of Joey, I think I'm going to have to corner you after you've been sitting on her lap for a while and slide my fingers up inside you."

"And you think I'd let you do that?" Jen asked on a moan as she lifted one leg, wrapping it around both of his.

"God, I hope so." He brought his free hand up, caressing her breast, feeling the hard nipple against his palm. His lips found hers, his tongue invading her mouth as her leg tightened around him.

She broke the kiss, capturing his lower lip between his teeth and tugging gently. "Pacey?" His fingers were thrusting, hard and fast inside her as his thumb moved over her clit, catching her breath as she spoke. "Are you ever going to fuck me?"

He freed his hand, his wet fingers wrapping around the material of her panties and tugging them down her legs. She released him long enough to let them slip to the floor before winding her leg around his again, groaning hungrily as he lifted her, using the door to help support her as he guided his cock inside.

Her arms wound around his shoulders, her mouth buried against his neck, sucking on the heated skin as his hands held her hips, his own thrusting against her, rocking his cock deeper inside her. "Are you wet because of Joey, Jen?"

She moaned, nibbling on the pounding pulse at the base of his neck, arching her back, thrusting down against him hard and fast.

"Me or Joey, Jen?" He was panting hard, his naked body slick with sweat. "Who makes you wet?"

Jen cried out silently, her head thrown back as she came, the rush of her orgasm rocketing around him. Pacey kept thrusting as she breathed heavily in his ear, her tongue tasting the salty beads of sweat.

"Who makes you wet, baby?" He grunted quietly, his own orgasm hitting him, his body tightening as she answered him, whispering the soft "You" as he came.

"All right," Emma sat on the edge of the table, making sure her ass was pressed up against Pacey's arm. "Here's the deal, gang. They're closing the place for the night. Some stupid sap managed to get himself killed in the alley, so they don't want a bunch of, and I quote, stupid arrogant cowboy idiots hanging out and getting in the way of the crime scene."

"But, Auntie Em, where will we go? What will we do?" Pacey fell back dramatically in his chair, his hand pressed woefully against his forehead.

"Don't you need a tiara to be that much of a drama queen, Witter?" She sneered at him, giving him a wink as well. "We've got to clear out, they're not even letting me clean up. So, I propose we lift a bottle or two and head back to our place."

"A bottle or two?" Dawson asked.

"Well, per person, yeah." Emma slid off the table. "Come pay your bill and I'll hand over the goods."

"I don't think we should be doing this," Dawson stated as everyone got to their feet. "It's stealing."

"Said the man who introduced the stolen test into our little high school experiment. Don't bother with the moral high ground, Dawson." Jen looked over her shoulder at him. "We've already seen you tumble down that slippery slope."

He closed his mouth, falling in step with the rest of them. When they were all outside, carefully herded away from the alley by several police officers, they gathered together, waiting for Emma. "I can take three people in my car."

"Wow, Dawson." Pacey raised an eyebrow. "All at once? Are there that many pleasurable orifices?"

"You're a laugh riot, Pace."

"I know." He grinned. "Regardless, Jack better ride with you since he opens up a whole new option for the taking."

"I'll ride with Dawson," Audrey offered. "Emma, too."

"Of course. The lesbians and the homosexual."

"We're not lesbians, Dawson." Audrey moved to his side and laced her arm through his. "We're bi-sexual. Which means that, statistically, you're more likely to get lucky than Pacey is in his hot car with just two chicks."

"Except he's not my type," Jack reminded her.

"He's not mine either," Audrey admitted. "But it doesn't mean that I can't get drunk enough to fuck him."

"I can't." Emma patted Dawson on the ass as she walked up to them, moving under Audrey's free arm. "What's the hold-up here, kids?"

"Waitin' on you, gorgeous." Pacey blew her a kiss. "So, I'm taking the Capeside girls in my hot car and you guys are riding in the jeep?"

"That's the plan." Audrey winked at him. "Try not to get too messy on the way home."

"Better not let the girls sit together in the back seat, Dawson. You can't imagine what it's like getting the mess off your leather." Looping an arm around Joey's shoulder, Pacey crooked his finger at Jen. "You comin', Lindley?"

She glanced beyond him at Joey and smiled. "Not yet."

"Okay, okay, okay." Emma held up her hand, staggering slightly. "Lemme get this straight. Joey dated Jack?"

"And Dawson and Pacey," Jen nodded. "Joey does not have the most discriminating tastes."

"Says the girl who dated Chris Wolfe and Henry. And," Joey cleared her throat triumphantly, "Drue Valentine."

"Drue Valentine?" Audrey straightened up from her slouched position in front of the couch. "Dark hair, malicious smile? Tongue like an electric eel?"

"Forked. Like a snake or lizard," Jen corrected.

"Shocking and reaches places you never knew tongues could go, like an electric eel." Audrey drawled, taking a hit from her bottle. "That Drue Valentine?"

Jen smiled slowly. "Yeah. That Drue Valentine."

"Growl. I fucked him once. Well, one weekend in Vegas." Audrey took another drink. "Small world."

Emma crawled into Audrey's lap, kissing her neck. "About to get smaller."

Audrey turned her head, her tongue parting Emma's lips. Pacey watched with an amused smile, applauding as they broke apart. "You two do that so well. How long were you practicing before you broke up with me?"

Emma crawled over to Pacey, straddling his legs, ignoring Joey and Jen on either side of him. "What's the matter, lover? You jealous?"

"Only because I was never invited." He rested his hands on her thighs and slid them up, under her leather skirt, exposing the lower curve of her ass to the room behind her. "Now, drunk little girl, take your girlfriend to bed before you do something I'll make you regret."

Emma's voice dropped invitingly. "You're such a big man, are you?"

"You've got no idea." They stared at each other for a long moment before Emma got up, turning and flipping up her skirt, flashing Pacey.

She reached for Audrey's arm then looked over at Jack, asleep on the couch and Dawson, passed out on the floor. "Audrey?"

"Yeah?" Audrey wrapped her arms around Emma's waist, lifting her hands up to caress her breasts through her t-shirt. "Why aren't we naked yet, Em?"

"What do you say we give Dawson a bit of a fright?"

"Hmm?" Her hands moved down, under the shirt, moving up again to cup the full breasts, bare of a bra. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm just thinking he'd be horrified to wake up in my bedroom, don't you think? Especially if he was in it with the two of us, both very obviously naked? And very obviously satisfied?"

"Nah, then he'd know it was a ruse," Pacey laughed.

"Still," Emma turned her head to glare at Pacey, the effect lost in a shiver of pleasure as Audrey teased her nipple. "Be good for a laugh, don't you think?"

"Is he going to be naked?" Audrey asked doubtfully.

"Yeah. But we'll cover him with a sheet until we need him." Emma pulled away from Audrey, turning to face her. "It'll be fun."

"Fun."

"And if you do it, we'll be able to tease him mercilessly forever." Emma leaned in. "And I promise to do that thing that you like so much."

"You do?"

"Mm-hmm."

Audrey glanced down at Dawson. "Pacey? Can you give us a hand?"

Pacey entered the living room, his eyebrow raising as the lights dimmed. "Jack's in bed. Dawson's passed out to the harmonious sounds of Audrey and Emma discussing the advantages of a vibrator versus a strap on and…" He stopped as he came around the couch. "Hey."

"We thought we'd play a game." Joey held up an ice cube as Jen patted the floor in front of them. Pacey sat, watching as Joey slid the ice cube in her mouth then turned to Jen, tilting her head.

Jen's lips found Joey's, her tongue teasing the cube from Joey's mouth. Pulling away, she leaned in toward Pacey. Pacey did the same, stealing the cube from her mouth before turning to Joey. Getting on her knees, Joey moved closer to Pacey, rubbing her lips against his before sliding her tongue into his mouth.

They parted, the ice cube hanging precariously from Joey's lips. Pacey found a partial bottle and took a long drink from it, watching as Jen rose up, her lips on Joey's. They both giggled as the ice cube slipped between them.

"What now?"

Jen looked at Joey and shrugged. "We lose. You win."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing," Jen admitted, starting to sink back onto the floor.

"That's not true," Joey reminded her. She caught Jen's arm and pulled her back onto her knees. "It means this."

Pacey watched hungrily as Joey's tongue snaked into Jen's mouth, the blonde's soft lips parting against the persistent pressure. Jen made a sound as Joey's fingers threaded through her hair, sliding her knee between Joey's and moving closer.

Jen's hand lifted, rubbing Joey's breast, teasing the already hard nipple. Joey moaned, deepening the kiss as Jen's free hand found her ass, pulling her closer. They broke apart, both girls sinking to the floor. Pacey automatically handed his bottle to Joey who took two huge gulps before passing it to Jen.

"You're right, Lindley. I win." His finger went to Jen's shirt, touching the damp spot where the ice cube had melted. "But I think your game piece is gone."

"We could play another game." Jen shrugged. "Truth or dare?"

"Strip truth or dare," Pacey added.

"Strip shot truth or dare." Joey grinned. "You strip if you're caught lying or refuse to do a dare. You take a shot every time you have to tell the truth."

"Or do a dare." Jen grinned and shrugged. "Might as well make it interesting." When neither of them disagreed, she nodded. "All right, I have the bottle, so I'll start us off. Pacey? Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to feel Joey's tits."

Pacey took the bottle from her and took a hit, setting it down before reaching out for Joey. She let him pull her onto his lap, closing her eyes as his hands caressed the soft swell of flesh under her tank top. His thumbs brushed her nipples, still hard from Jen's earlier touch, then he released her. "My turn." Joey scrambled back to her place, her body tight with tension. "Jen, truth or dare?"

"Truth." She took the bottle and took a hit.

"Did you love Henry?"

"No."

Joey shook her head. "You went roller-skating in lingerie and saw the guy. And you didn't care. You were in looooooove."

"Fine." Jen took a shot then stood up, lifting the hem of her skirt and wiggling out of her panties. "Yes." She dropped them to the floor then narrowed her eyes as she smiled at Joey. "Truth or Dare."

"Dare."

"I dare you to dance for me."

"Dance for you?"

Jen held out the bottle. "Dance for me."

Joey glanced at Pacey who shrugged, smiling slightly. Joey took the bottle and finished it off, moving over to Jen's lap. She sat still for a moment then reached down, pulling her tank top over her head and tossing it on the couch. Jen licked her lips as Joey began moving, her bare breasts swaying. "Dance like this?"

Jen's hands rested on Joey's thighs, smoothing over the denim of her blue jeans. Joey closed her eyes, lifting her hands above her head as she moved to the music filtering in from Emma's bedroom. Slowly, she trailed one hand down her arm behind her head then let the other fall, arching her back. Scooting forward, she reached around and grabbed her breasts, guiding one to Jen's mouth and running the nipple over her slightly parted lips.

Jen moaned softly around the creamy flesh, her eyes closed as her tongue flicked over the hard tip. Joey shivered then stilled. "I…I…" She got up quickly, practically tripping over Jen's legs as she stumbled over the edge of the sofa, scrambling toward the hallway.

"Well, I guess that answers the question of how drunk Joey is," Jen sighed.

"It does." Pacey nodded, crawling over toward her. "But I'm more concerned with the question of whether or not Joey gets you all hot and bothered."

"You are?"

"Oh yeah." He rested his hand on the chair behind her, leaning over her as his other hand skimmed over her thigh to the bottom of her skirt. "And I think that this is the perfect time for us to do some of that field testing."

"You touching me is going to throw off the results, don't you think?" She gasped as his fingers penetrated her, sliding against the wet flesh.

"I think it's safe to say this is more the results of your lapdance, darlin'." He used his teeth to tug her bottom lip into a kiss. "So I think it's safe to say that flirting with Miss Potter turns you on."

Jen thrust up off the floor, inviting his fingers deeper. Pacey growled into her mouth, moving closer, his fingers pushing up inside her. "Not to argue with empirical evidence," Jen gasped, closing her eyes and arching her back, "but Joey's not the only one turning me on."

"Uh…Pacey?"

Pacey pulled away from Jen, shuddering slightly. "Yeah, Audrey?" He looked over the back of the couch, his eyes widening as she shifted from foot to foot, her naked flesh shimmering with sweat.

"Joey's…uh…kind of passed out in the bathroom."

Pacey sighed and nodded. "Right. I'll be right there."

"Uh…" Audrey shifted some more. "Can you hurry? I mean, I know she's in no position to complain if I pee in front of her, but she's kind of in a position to…uh…get in the way of me peeing in front of her."

"Right." He stood up and smiled down at Jen. "I guess you and Joey get the bed tonight."

"I guess so." She stood up as well, grabbing her shirt and pulling it on. "Too bad. If she'd had less to drink, maybe we'd all have been sharing the bed."

"You weren't nearly this much fun when I dated you," Audrey punched Pacey in the arm. "Bastard."

"You guys were roommates." He edged past her, deliberately brushing one erect nipple. "It would have been weird."

Audrey shivered, her lips pressed together to stifle her quiet moan. Pacey opened the bathroom door and sighed, moving in to pick Joey up from the floor. He lifted her and turned, waiting as Jen and Audrey cleared the doorway.

"There ya go, beautiful." Pacey dropped a kiss on Audrey's head. "Although you know I'm telling Potter you gave her a golden shower when she wakes up."

"You're an asshole."

"Ah, but I'm a kinky asshole. Which is why you love me so much." He winked and turned his attention to Jen, waiting until Audrey shut the bathroom door behind her. "You want to help me put her to bed?"

"You're not really sleeping on the floor, are you?"

"Come into the bedroom and find out."

Joey moaned softly, her hand pressed to her forehead. Her head throbbed painfully as she sat up slowly, glancing down as the sheets slipped off her body, the cool air of the bedroom tightening her bare nipples. "Oh shit."

"Shh," Jen muttered, wrapping her arm around Joey's waist and pulling her back down. "Sleeping."

"Jen?" Joey turned on her side, shivering as Jen shifted, allowing Joey an uninterrupted view of her naked body. "Jen?"

"What?" Jen opened on eye then closed it. "Go back to sleep, Jo."

"I can't. I'm naked."

"Surely you've slept naked before."

"Uh…no. Not really." Joey tucked the sheet around her. "Where's Pacey?"

"She never slept naked?" Jen rose up on her elbows, giving Joey a quick glimpse of Pacey lying on the other side of the blonde, his chest bare. "What kind of a man are you, Witter?"

"Hung over."

"Today, yeah. But in general." Jen shook her head. "No wonder you guys broke up if you couldn't even get her to stay naked all night long."

"She just said she didn't sleep, Lindley. Not that we weren't naked all night long." Pacey grinned at Joey, turning his head to watch the warm blush creep of her cheeks. "Trust me, Potter spent more than her fair share of naked time in my bed."

"Why am I naked in your bed right now?" Joey asked quietly. "Why are we all naked?"

"You don't remember?" Jen pouted and fell back down onto the bed. "Well, thanks a lot, Joey."

"Remember what?" Her voice took on a pleading tone. "Please tell me what we…I did."

"You said you wanted to have sex with Jen," Pacey reminded her. "Gave her a lap dance then kissed her and told her you wanted to go down on her while I fucked you."

"I did?"

"And we were game," Jen shrugged.

"Oh God."

"But that was just the beginning. There was more."

"More?" Joey squeaked.

"Much, much more." Jen leaned over, her lips a breath away from Joey's. "And you don't remember any of it?"

"No." Tears filled Joey's eyes. "Oh God. I can't believe that I…" she threw the covers off of her and scrambled out of the bed, digging for her clothes in the pile next to her. "Oh God. How could you let me…I mean, you knew I was drunk!"

"Joey?" Pacey sat up, leaning against the headboard.

"I mean, you're my friends. And my ex-boyfriend. How could you…"

"Joey."

"What?"

"We're kidding." Pacey tossed the covers off and climbed out of the bed, his sweats clinging low on his hips. "Nothing happened last night." He walked over to her as she pulled her shirt over her head. "Trust me, if there's going to be a threesome here, we'll all be completely present for it. Right, Lindley?"

"Not that there's going to be a threesome here." Jen slipped off the bed, grabbing Pacey's robe from the back of his desk chair. "Ever."

Pacey sighed sadly. "You spoil all my fun, Jen."

"I try." She pointed to the bedroom door. "Now out, Witter."

"It's my room."

"And you're outnumbered." She grinned and winked at him as Joey sank back down on the edge of the bed. "Besides, Dawson's probably going to need some restraining when he wakes up thinking he's slept with some lesbians."

"Heh. I forgot about that. Good times." Pacey grabbed a shirt from his dresser and pulled it over his head as he walked from the room. As soon as he was gone, Jen sat next to Joey.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"We were just playing around."

"Do you think that's what Pacey wants?" Joey's sad eyes met Jen's. "I mean, really?"

"Really as in he's totally fantasized about it and would jump at the chance or really as in that's what he wants on a regular basis?"

"Either. Both."

"Pacey's a good guy, Joey."

"But you haven't seen him lately. I mean, not like I have." Joey picked at the comforter, not meeting Jen's eyes. "He's been so turned on by you and me flirting that…well, I just wonder if that's what he really wants. The two of us together with him."

"I'm sure that's not what Pacey wants, Jo. He's probably just having a good time with watching us. I mean, you have to admit, it's sort of different than what anyone would expect of you." Jen reached out and traced her finger over Joey's bare thigh. "Why are you flirting with me, by the way?"

Joey glanced over and shrugged, turning her gaze away from Jen's. "Because it turns Pacey on."

Joey knocked on the glass door and waved as Pacey looked up from the work on his desk. One smooth eyebrow shot up and he held up a finger, signaling her to wait as he finished his phone call. He nodded a few times then finally said goodbye to the person on the phone, hanging up and gesturing for Joey to come in at the same time.

He leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up onto the desk. "Hey there, Potter."

"Hey." She leaned against the door jamb, lifting the bag she was carrying with both hands. "I brought you lunch." She moved into the room, edging the door shut behind her. "Well, it's really only lunch if you actually buy into the belief that what Hell's Kitchen serves is really food."

"So, not lunch so much as a big bag of grease and fat."

"Yeah."

"Sign me up for some of that." He smiled slowly at her, looking her over. Her skirt ended just above her knees, flaring softly around her nylon clad legs. Her sweater was tight enough to hint at hardened nipples and a lack of bra. "Where should we go?"

"I thought we could stay right here."

"In my office?" He dropped his feet to the floor as she walked up to his desk and set the bag on the floor, propping one hip against the edge of his desk.

"Right here." She smiled at him, her eyes dark. "On the floor."

"Correct me if I'm wrong here, Potter, but this sound suspiciously like something more than lunch."

"Does it?" She slipped her foot out of her shoe and slid it up his thigh. "I can't imagine why you'd think that."

He lifted his head, meeting her eyes as her foot moved higher, her arch curving over his cock. "You can't?"

"Not at all." She removed her foot and moved closer to him, leaning over to loosen his tie. The cowl neck of her sweater fell forward, offering him a view of warm, tanned flesh. "Why don't you tell me what exactly gave you that impression?"

"I don't know, Jo." His hand slid up her thigh, under her skirt. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he felt the slightly rough lace of her thigh highs. "Maybe I'm misinterpreting things here."

"Maybe you are." She unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. "Wishful thinking, maybe?"

He ran his hand back down her leg, curving around to the back of her thigh, moving back up to cup her ass. Her thong left it exposed, smooth in his hand. "Maybe."

"So, Mr. Witter." She pulled away and turned her back to him, bending over to pick up the bag. Pacey kicked his chair back, watching as her skirt rose, offering him a view of black lace and golden skin. "What would you like?" She straightened and held out two containers to him. "Chicken strips? Or Buffalo wings?"

"That's quite a tough choice."

She set the containers on the edge of his desk and sank to her knees in front of him. "Or maybe I could interest you in something not on the menu."

He stroked her hair back from her face, his eyes hot on hers. "Such as?"

"Well," Joey unzipped his pants, snaking her hand inside the fabric, smoothing it over his boxer shorts, "It's something we only offer to our best customers." She used her free hand to undo the button, pushing the material apart. "And really," she freed his cock from his boxers, stroking the hard length of it, "big tippers."

"And which am I?" He breathed, the sound strangled as she ran her thumb around the smooth ridge, her tongue darting out over the tip.

"Definitely a big tipper," she assured him, taking him in her mouth, heat closing around him. Releasing him, she smiled. "And you know you're one of the best, Pacey."

He was about to respond when she took him into her mouth again, sliding down the length of him. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, applying hard pressure as she pulled back until just the tip remained between her lips. Pacey groaned and fell back in his chair, gripping the arms as she purred low in her throat, the sound surrounding him as she took him inside her again.

5/15/03