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I end up hanging out with the slutty super friends for a while. I learn that the shy one is named Jenna and her more outgoing friend is named Trish. Somehow I’m managing to keep them both entertained, and both laughing. Although, I start to realize that I’m hanging out with two girls who are not my pre-determined date for the evening. I feel a little bad, and realize that I as fun as it is to get fawned over like you’re a celebrity, I really shouldn’t be flirting with these girls.

“Ladies,” I say. “It’s been fun but I should get back to my friends.”

I’m about to leave when the girl who first pulled me over, Trish, pulls me back. “We need a photo of you before you leave!”

She throws her arm around me and Jenna snaps our photo.

“You guys look like strangers,” Jenna says, reviewing the picture.

I want to remind her that we are, but I don’t.

“Pretend you’re a couple,” she says.

Trish leans over and gives me another kiss on the cheek. Another flash of a photo snapped.

“Is that how you kiss your boyfriend?” I ask her sarcastically.

I let Trish go but she doesn’t leave. As Trish processes the question, I can literally see a switch go off in her head. Whereas everything up to now had been harmless flirting, her eyes suddenly turn dangerous. And it’s hot.

She leans in and gives me a real, honest kiss. I’m taken aback a bit. To be honest, I made the remark off hand, didn’t really expect it to lead to this. As she pulls back with that devilish look in her eyes, suddenly a switch goes off in my head too.

We pull each other near and literally start making out right there by the bar. I don’t even know if another photo was taken—I kind of hope one wasn’t.

Were I more sober, I maybe would’ve considered my actions a little more carefully. Part of me feels a little guilty that I’m making out with this girl. I literally just finished kissing Kaylee not more than ten minutes ago, and yet here I am with some random stranger doing the exact same thing.

Then again, another part of me reminds me that I’m not dating Kaylee in any real sense of the word. We just met for Christ’s sake. And even if we were dating, we never ever said we were exclusive.

Maybe it’s bad form to make out with other girls on your first date with someone else, but Trish is pushing her tongue around my mouth and biting my lower lip. She tastes sweet, which means she’s either been chewing gum or drinking mixed drinks. Either way, it’s amazing. Caught in the moment, I push my guilty thoughts out of my head and just go with it.

After we finish she’s smiling and so am I. Then she asks me about her friend.

“What about your friend?” I ask.

“Jenna was the one who wanted to kiss you,” she says. “I wasn’t lying about that.”

I’m about to laugh and call “Bullshit” when suddenly, as if on cue, Jenna appears in my line of sight. The command centers in my brain are setting off alarms and telling me to evacuate the situation. They’re telling me not to blow it with Kaylee and that these two random girls aren’t worth it. Yet, as I push Jenna up against the bar, with my head spinning, all I can think is how I can’t fucking believe it.

I realize this is really, really bad, but somehow I end up making out with Jenna too.

I can’t fucking believe it.

I can’t fucking believe this night.

I can’t fucking believe my luck.

I can’t fucking believe this button works!

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