"Wow. You're almost a welcoming committee."

"Well, you're almost welcome." Jen stood up and gave Drue a sly smile. "How was your flight?"

"I sat next to a three year old who spilled his apple juice in my lap and all over my laptop." He grimaced and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Which wouldn't have been so bad if his mother hadn't been in the process of hitting on me."

"You're kidding."

"And, like something out of a contrived movie plot, she used the opportunity to help clean me up." Jen started laughing, shaking her head in disbelief. "Oh, it gets better. Did I mention her breasts put Pamela Anderson to shame, she wasn't wearing a bra and had positioned herself so I had an excellent view?"

"Stop," Jen giggled.

He wrapped his arm around Jen, pulling her body to his, his cock pressed hard and erect against her thigh. He leaned in and dropped his voice. "I mentioned I'm a horny 18-year old, right?"

She looked up at him, her eyes dark. "You mean to tell me you haven't found some poor unsuspecting girl to fulfill all those longings of yours?"

"I mean to tell you that regardless of what I have going on at home, I couldn't help but…react."

"And did all her cleaning up have the desired effect?"

Instead of answering her, Drue tightened his arm around her, pulling her body flush to his then kissing her. Jen's mouth opened in surprise, and she gasped softly as Drue's tongue found hers.

Her hand slid up his arms to his shoulders, kneading them through the thickness of his sweater. His hands moved as well, one tangling in her long blonde hair, the other pressing into the small of her back, holding her against his body and letting her feel it react, harden even further.

Drue finally broke the kiss, both of them panting. He looked away from Jen's wide eyes to the woman who was watching them. She gave him a knowing smile and started walking. A small boy trailed behind her, pouting. "So he's not going to be my new daddy?"

Jen pressed her lips together in an effort not to laugh. "You just devastated that little boy, you heartless bastard."

"What about you?" He moved closer to her, pulling her back against his body, his erection still firmly pressed against her thigh. "Did I devastate you?"

"Nah. I've got some disinfectant at home that will take care of whatever you might have done to me." She pushed him away and looked down at his bag. "Is this it?"

"Yup. I figured that we'd spend most of our time in bed, so I didn't bring much."

"Have you been into your mother's medication again?" Jen headed for the automatic doors, her keys in hand. "Because I'm sure no matter what the circumstances, she needs them far more than you do."

"Very funny." Drue reached out and patted her ass. "Put on those freshman fifteen already, huh?"

She flipped him off over her shoulder, leading him out of the airport. They walked to the car in silence, Drue moving his

Drue lay back on Jen's bed, his hand beneath his head as he watched Audrey look through the bottles arrayed across her dresser. "So, you're who again?"

"Joey's roommate," Audrey tossed over her shoulder, sparing him a quick glance. "Also known as Audrey. Or, you know," she looked back again, smiling this time as her eyes swept over his prone body, "someone for you to fantasize about for the rest of your life."

"Good to know." He sat up, leaning back against the headboard, his eyes still watching her as she moved to the make-up selection that was tossed randomly in a small gold dish. "Don't you want to know who I am?"

"No." She flashed a quick grin to him in the mirror. "I already know. You're the weird boy who likes to cause trouble for all my new friends."

"I resemble that remark," Drue admitted with a smirking grin. "But you shouldn't believe everything you hear."

"Really?" She finally left the dresser and walked over to the bed, settling beside him on the mattress. "So I shouldn't believe that you're oversexed, wild, annoying and hot for Jen?"

"I'm not annoying." His smile softened as she reached out, running her fingertip along the bridge of his nose. "And Jen's not necessarily the only one I'm hot for."

"Oh right. Joey mentioned you mauling her in the basement of contrivance. She told me all about you not wanting to see your dad and trying to tempt her with your complete lack of survival skills." Audrey brought her feet up onto the bed, wrapping her arms around her knees. "Let me ask you something."

"About Joey?"

"No, about you."

"Sure," Drue agreed.

Audrey leaned in, letting one leg slip off the bed so that she knelt beside him, her body close to his. "Do you really think any of this is working on me?" Before he could answer, she hopped off the bed and returned to the dresser, grabbing a tube of lipstick. She painted her lips with it, appraising the color and shine for a moment before turning back to Drue. "So?"

He gave her a cool glance. "So?"

"So, is this my color?" She tilted her head and smiled, the pink frame of her parted lips, revealing her wide smile and the tip of her tongue, sneaking out from between her teeth. "And do you really think you're turning me on?"

Drue leveled himself off the bed and stood next to her. "It looks good on you," he admitted as he raised one hand to brush across the front of her t-shirt, over the slight bulge of her erect nipple. "And yeah, I think I might be."

"How do you know it's you?" Her voice was a husky whisper. "Maybe I'm hot for Jen and the thought of her lipstick on my lips was enough to turn me on?"

"One would mean you might fuck me," Drue stepped even closer, closing his eyes slightly as Audrey's hand moved down and brushed over the erection that was straining against his jeans. "The other would insinuate you might fuck her." He dropped his voice and bent his head so that his breath brushed over her neck, feeling her nipple harden even further beneath his hand. "I'd be up for either one."

Her palm flattened against his khaki pants, rubbing the hard outline of his cock. "Apparently." She turned her head slightly, meeting his half-lidded gaze with her own. Her lips were parted, her tongue resting on the full, pink surface. "Are you going to kiss me yet?"

Drue nodded and bent his head, letting his tongue slide over her bottom lip before moving between her lips into the hot cavern of her mouth. Audrey made a low purring noise as she moved closer, her body flush against his as her tongue slipped over his, capturing it and sucking softly.

"You guys, it's almost…" Jen stopped abruptly as she rounded the corner into her room, staring in shocked disbelief at the sight of Drue and Audrey. "Oh."

Audrey pulled back, her hand pressed to her lips as she flushed, turning toward Jen. "Is dinner ready?"

Jen's lips pursed together, her eyes narrowing as she looked from Audrey to Drue. "You're so fucking typical, Valentine." Without another glance at him, she turned back to Audrey. "Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes. Hopefully that will give you enough time to finish what you were doing."

"Uh oh." Audrey sighed. "Damn."

"What? So she caught us kissing." Drue shrugged, the nonchalant attitude not reflected in his eyes as he watched the spot where Jen had just stood. "We weren't doing anything wrong."

"No. You could tell that just by the look on her face." Audrey sighed again and looked at herself in the mirror, using her finger to touch up her smudged lipstick. "I'm ready." Her eyes drifted down to his erection, still obvious through the material of his pants. "You?"

Drue rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I'll be down in a few."

Jen set the plates on the table, ignoring the clattering sound as they hit the hardwood solidly. Jack glanced up from the silverware drawer and watched her as she practically dropped another plate from a few inches above the table.

"Problem?"

"No. No problem. Why?" She looked up at him, practically glaring.

"You seem a little agitated." Jack walked over to the table, carefully setting down the flatware, deliberately keeping the knives away from any seats Jen was near. "Did Drue say something?"

"No. Why Drue? Why do you automatically assume it's Drue?" She crossed her arms over her chest, holding the last plate in front of her like a shield. "Drue means nothing to me."

"Right. I can see that." Jack reached over and wrenched the plate from her grasp, setting it in the last spot. "You went upstairs, you were fine. You came down, you're acting like someone just set fire to you're My Little Pony collection."

"I do not have a My Little Pony collection!" She grabbed the stack of napkins and whipped them in Jack's direction. "I have a My Little Pony. Her name is Queen SunSparkle, and you'll be smart not to mess with her power."

Jack nodded, trying not to laugh. "Right." He took the napkins from her and started folding them, setting them on top of the plates. "Now, you want to tell me what's going on?"

"No."

He nodded again as the sound of someone coming down the stairs caught Jen's attention and she looked toward them, her eyes narrowed once again. "Right. Drue and Audrey."

"Not…!" Jen stopped as Audrey came into the room, smiling at them both.

"Smells great down here. Can I help at all?"

Jack watched as Jen turned away from her, making a deliberate show of straightening the flatware. "Actually, yeah. You can fill the water glasses. The pitcher's right here. I'm going to go help Grams with the turkey." He smiled widely at Jen's indignant glare, her mouth open slightly as if she was going to say something. "You girls have fun."

Jen snapped her mouth shut and turned her attention back to the table. Audrey watched her and sighed, moving over to get the pitcher. "We were just kissing."

"You and Drue are welcome to do whatever you want," Jen informed her coolly. "He doesn't mean anything to me."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Of course I'm sure," Jen informed her. "I don't have any sort of feelings for Drue at all."

Audrey nodded and started pouring water into the tall, glass goblets, moving around the table opposite Jen. She watched her through her bangs, noting the occasional glances Jen threw at the stairs. She continued circling the table until she stood next to Jen. Setting the pitcher down on the table, she caught the blonde's chin in her hands and forced her to meet her eyes. "Then why are you so pissed?"

"I'm…" Jen paused, her gaze flitting down to Audrey's full lips, swollen from Drue's kiss. "I'm not pissed."

"You are," Audrey informed her, her thumb slipping from Jen's cheek to her lower lip. "But if it's not about Drue, I want to know why."

Jen swallowed, her whole body feeling flushed. "It was my bedroom. I don't think you should do stuff like that in someone else's bedroom."

"What if we had your permission?" Audrey asked lightly, replacing her thumb with her lower lip. "What if we had your participation?"

Jen's mouth opened to answer, her eyes closing at the sweet taste of Audrey's breath. Audrey's tongue stole inside, touching the tip of Jen's before moving back out. She pulled away and then gave Jen a quick kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Just think about it, bunny." She grabbed the pitcher again and headed for the kitchen as Jen grabbed the back of one of the chairs and pulled it out, sinking into it, sure she wouldn't be able to think of anything else.

Joey narrowed her eyes as she watched Drue offer the basket of rolls to Audrey, his voice dropped to a low and promising whisper. Grabbing the bowl of mashed potatoes, she offered them to Jen, leaning closer and whispering as well. "What's up with them?"

"Them?" Jen swallowed and took the bowl, spooning a small amount onto her plate. "They're sharing the rolls. I can't be sure, but I'm almost positive that's what this whole holiday is about."

"Roll sharing? Or bed sharing?" Joey lowered her voice even further, making sure she had a fake smile on her face in case anyone turned their attention to them. "I don't want Drue Valentine making my roommate his next conquest."

"Maybe you should bring that up with Audrey. Although I'm pretty sure she'd just tell you to mind your own business," Jen reminded her. "Given the fact that she's an adult and, in general, far more sexually active than you've ever been."

"Jen, we know Drue. We know what he's like."

Jen nodded as Drue turned back to his plate, his gaze falling on her. He smiled, one eyebrow raised suggestively. "We know what he used to be like. I understand the desert's been good for him. He's done a lot of soul searching."

"Drue doesn't have a soul," Joey reminded her.

Jen smiled her agreement and turned back to her food, a faint flush coloring her skin as Drue continued looking at her, his eyes hot. A quick glance at Audrey showed her she was watching as well, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Oh dear." Grams glanced at the clock on the wall and shook her head. "I'm running terribly late. I'm supposed to meet everyone at our senior's dinner in a half and hour. Will you all be able to straighten things up around here?"

"Sure, Grams." Audrey nodded. "I'll personally supervise any and all cleaning activities. Your kitchen will be spotless."

"She supervises?" Jack raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean the rest of us clean?"

"Pretty much," Drue nodded.

"Thought so." Jack stood up as well. "Pity I can't help. I've got a frat obligation. We're serving meals down at the mission. Joey? You still want to come and help?"

"Sure." She got to her feet quickly, giving Jen a knowing look. "Let me grab my coat."

Jen sighed and got up, following Joey into the hall. Joey slipped her coat off the rack and put it on, leaning forward to watch Drue and Audrey talking with Jack.

"Don't let her do anything stupid, okay? I mean, I know you're not her babysitter, and I know it's none of my business, but I know how Drue is. He's mostly evil, Jen. You have to admit that. Remember what he did to Andie?"

"Andie did that to herself, Jo. You know that as well as I do. And Drue's not like that."

"He manipulated the whole of my senior year to suit his twisted sense of humor. How is he not like that?"

"He's got some redeeming qualities."

"None that I've found so far." She grabbed her scarf and wound it around her neck. "Just…just don't let him hurt her or anything. I kind of like having her as a friend and I don't need Drue Valentine messing it up."

"I'm sure Audrey would cease being your friend if she and Drue messed around."

"I've lost friends because of other guys." Joey gave her a pointed look. "And for much less than sex." She gave her an impulsive hug. "I'm trying not to make some of the same mistakes. Help me?"

Jack walked into the hallway and grabbed his coat. "Ready, Jo?"

"Ready." She looped her arm through his. "Thanks, Jen. And thank your grandmother for dinner."

"Thank me yourself, Josephine." Grams smiled as she walked in from the kitchen, tying the scarf that covered her hair under her chin. "And, for that matter, you could walk with me to the Senior Center just to show how much you appreciate it."

"We'd be happy to, Grams," Jack assured her, offering his other arm. "You guys have fun cleaning up."

Jen shut the door behind them and leaned against it, sighing heavily as the sound of their conversation faded away. She listened intently, trying to hear something in the other room before pushing off the door and walking the few feet to the dining room entryway.

Drue met her there, leaning against the doorframe. She looked past him to Audrey who was ignoring them both, carefully stacking plates then heading to the kitchen. As she slid the door shut behind her, Jen turned back to Drue.

The back of his hand touched her cheek, stroking the smooth skin. "You seem a little less angry."

"You seem a little less all over my friend." She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch as his fingers slipped down her cheek to her neck, continuing until they reached the neckline of her sweater.

"Was that the problem?" He bent his head and kissed the hollow just below her ear, his tongue tasting the warm flesh. "I sort of got the impression that maybe you were a little more annoyed that your friend was all over me."

"Maybe…" Jen paused, catching her breath as his hands moved to her breasts, kneading them gently. "Maybe it was a little of both."

"But now you're okay with it?" She nodded, nuzzling his neck until he brought his face to hers. She licked his lips then sucked the bottom one into her mouth. Drue shuddered slightly until she released him. "Why's that?"

"Because," she said softly, pulling away from him and heading over to the table to gather up more of the dishes. "Audrey made it perfectly clear that I'd be getting a little of both."

Audrey slipped the last of the plates in the dishwasher, turning around as Jen walked into the kitchen. She raised an eyebrow as Jen set three bowls on the counter. "You and Drue get everything settled?"

"Yeah." Jen rested her elbows on the counter as Audrey leaned back against the sink. "I told him he was welcome to fuck you."

"You did, huh?" The corner of Audrey's mouth lifted in a smile. "Just told him there'd be no problem with it?"

"Something like that."

Audrey straightened and started walking toward Jen, coming around the island and leaning against it next to her. "But not that exactly?"

"No," Jen admitted, turning her head to look at her.

Audrey nodded and leaned down, her hair brushing Jen's shoulder. "What," she smiled slowly, sexily as Jen turned her whole body, her breasts brushing against Audrey's with every breath, "exactly did you say to him?"

"I said I was going to fuck you both," Jen stated softly, her hands settling on Audrey's hips, her fingers curling in the fabric of her long skirt. "Assuming I have your permission."

"It's your house," Audrey reminded her. "I think you said it was your permission that was required." She grabbed Jen's sweater and started easing it up her body. "So, what do you say, Jen?" She pulled back as Jen released her, lifting her arms as Audrey stripped the sweater off of her. "Do we have your permission?"

Jen pressed her lips to Audrey's, letting her tongue push into the other girl's mouth. Her hands trailed over Audrey's breasts before venturing to the small, pearl buttons that held her white shirt together, slowly working them out of their holes and separating the material.

Audrey's fingers stroked Jen's shoulders and arms, smoothing over the pale skin, applying light pressure to hold her still. Her tongue slid along the surface of Jen's before teasing the roof of her mouth, pulling back to suck on her lower lip before kissing her again.

Jen finished with Audrey's shirt and slid her hands over her bare skin to the pale pink lace of her bra. She watched her fingers as they circled Audrey's nipples, the dark skin peeking through the sheer mesh as they hardened further. Shrugging out of her shirt, Audrey licked her lip, sucking on it as she'd done with Jen, watching as one finger slipped under the front clasp and opened it.

Jen let out a soft moan as Audrey's breasts slipped from the wispy material. Taking them gently in her hands, she stroked the soft swell with her thumbs, moving them slowly to the hardened nipples.

Audrey pulled away from Jen, capturing her hands and holding them. "We should finish cleaning up first."

"You're being responsible?" Jen raised an eyebrow, her breath heavy in her lungs. "Who are you and what have you done with Audrey?"

"Not so much responsible," she shook her head. "I just don't want to stop in the middle of something because Grams is coming home and we haven't finished our chores." Her lips brushed Jen's forehead. "If I get any sort of punishment today, I don't want it to come from your grandmother."

Jen shivered, her chest tightening as a sliver of excitement thrilled along her spine. She reached down and picke dup her sweater. "We should get to work then."

"You and Drue clear the table. I'll fill the dishwasher and get it running."

Jen nodded and headed for the sliding doors, walking out into the dining room. Drue was sitting on the edge of the table, all of the dinner items pushed to one end. He raised an eyebrow, his swinging feet stilling as she approached. "I don't know if you've realized this, Lindley, but you're half naked."

"I'd noticed." She tossed her sweater inot the hallway, not watching as it caught the edge of the table against the stairway and slithered to the floor. "We're going to clean up first. Get all the work out of the way before we start playing."

Drue slid to the floor much like Jen's shirt, landing at her feet. "Whose brilliant plan was that?"

"Mine," Audrey informed him from the doorway.

"Well, brilliant as it is, I have to disagree." He grabbed Jen's waist and lifted her, depositing her on the edge of the table, moving easily between her legs. "Because, as good as dinner was, I'm still a little hungry."

"There's pie," Jen whispered.

Drue's hands moved to her knees, spreading her legs further. He shook his head slowly as he sank down onto the floor, sliding his hands up her thighs, pushing her skirt up with them. He inhaled the sharp scent of her arousal, casting a quick glance at Audrey who was watching raptly. "I don't want pie."

His tongue was hot against the damp material of Jen's panties and she felt her breath catch as he touched her. His hands moved down to her inner thighs, fingers against her flesh as they sought out the thin cotton.

Jen closed her eyes then opened them as Audrye moved beside him. "He's right you know."

"Drue?" Jen asked softly, gasping as Drue's fingers pulled the material to the side, sliding two fingers along the wet skin.

"Dessert sounds much more fun."

"It…it does?"

Audrey watched Jen's face as Drue's fingers stopped moving, pausing on her skin before moving forward, sliding inside her. Jen's eyes widened and her arms trembled, her gaze locked on Audrey. Turning her head, Audrey smiled at Jen and nodded, her hand reaching out to touch Jen's hard nipple, caressing it with the pad of her thumb. "Yeah."

"Bunny?" Audrey stuck her head in Jen's room and smiled, her hands raised in surrender. "Is there something wrong?"

"No."

Taking a few steps inside, she moved to the end of Jen's bed and sat down, watching the other girl as she sat curled up in her chair, pretending to read a book. "No?"

"No."

"Well, if that's the case, then why are you being such a bitch?" She held up her hands, warding off anything Jen might say. "I'm not judging you. Bitching is good. I'm a firm believer in bitching. I just don't understand what you're bitching about if you aren't a little…jealous, maybe?"

"I don't want Drue."

"But you don't want me to have him?"

"You're welcome to him." She lifted the book, blocking Audrey's view of her face.

"Aw, Bunny." Audrey slid off the bed and crawled across the floor to settle at Jen's feet. "I'm not after your boy."

"He's not my…" Jen stopped as Audrey got to her knees, pressing her body against Jen's legs. The firm tips of her nipples rubbed against Jen's bare legs as she tilted her head. "He likes you."

"I…"

"I like you." She smiled, her pink lips parting slightly. "You like him?"

Jen swallowed, the book forgotten in her hand. "Yeah."

Audrey's head tilted more, her eyes dancing in the dim light of Jen's reading lamp. "You like me?"

Licking her lips, Jen nodded. "Yeah."

"Well then, I have a new game we could play." Audrey stood up, keeping her body in contact with Jen's for as long as she could. She looked over at the door where Drue stood, leaning against the frame, watching both girls with unreadable eyes. "I'll show you mine." She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. "If you show me yours."

Jen and Drue both stood still, neither willing to be the first one to move. Audrey raised an eyebrow and looked from one to the other. Shrugging, she unhooked her bra and let that fall to the floor as well.

"Or we can just play I'll show you mine."

Drue gave Jen a quick glance before moving closer to Audrey, his lips brushing her shoulder as he reached out, stroking the soft swell of her breasts. His eyes stayed locked on Jen as his tongue and lips moved over Audrey's creamy skin, his body pressing closer to hers as he reached her neck, licking the slight hollow at its base.

Audrey lifted her hand, holding it out to Jen. Her lips parted on a groan as her head rolled back, her free hand disappearing in Drue's thick hair. Jen took a tentative step forward and took Audrey's hand, bringing it against her body.

"Yes," Audrey nodded and rasped as Jen brushed Audrey's palm over her hard nipple. Emboldened, Jen dragged her hand down, slipping it under her shirt and gasping softly as Audrey's fingers grazed over her warm stomach.

Leaving her hand pressed against her, Jen grabbed her sweater and pulled it off, watching Audrey watch her as she stripped. The soft pink of her tongue brushed over her lips as she looked away from Audrey to Drue who was sinking to his knees, his lips moving down Audrey's skin.

Moving closer, Jen bent her head and captured one of Audrey's nipples in her mouth, hearing the startled gasp echo around the room as Drue did the same to the other one. He reached out and caught Jen's hand, entangling their fingers as their mouths surrounded hard, rosy flesh.

5/15/03