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Making out with Jenna is almost twice as awesome as making out with Trish. It’s like being in a makeout-threesome. It really does feel like I’m in a porn. In fact, a little horny, drunk voice in the back of my head is telling me to forget about Kaylee. Go for the threesome!

The ironic part is as good as it is to makeout with Jenna, I really do have to piss. So I stop the makeout and tell them that I really do have to go.

“Wait!” Trish calls after me. “What’s your name?”

The way she asks, I feel like some kind of action hero who just saved them both: “Wait… what’s your name…?” I want to turn back to them heroically and spout off something like “James Bond”.

I pause, and turn over my shoulder. “They call me… JD,” I say with one raised eyebrow.

They both laugh.

“So do you make out with girls like this often?” Jenna asks me.

“Honestly…” I say, “no.”

She smiles and offers to buy me another drink.

What the fuck is going on…

I tell her yes, but that I really do need to piss.

She tells me to come find them when I’m done.

I wander away dazed and confused, but feeling like I’m the fucking king of the club. I stumble awkwardly towards the restroom, partly from the alcohol, and partly from the fresh erection I’m sporting in my pants.

I look down at my little purple friend—No, not that one! The button! – I look down at the button and grin cockily to myself.

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