Phoebe's friends each draw an eight-inch straw, and you don't have to see the stunned look on Phoebe's face to know that she's been left with the short one.
"Phoebe, you cheated!" Claire accuses her.
"I didn't!" Phoebe insists. "How could I cheat, you guys all picked your straws! I didn't make you pick one over another!"
"I think we should just leave," Yasmin says. "Come on, girls, let's let these two fuck each other and we'll find our own entertainment."
"No, wait!" Phoebe says. "Please, guys, don't be angry! I mean, give me the benefit of the doubt - isn't it just possible that a one-in-four chance happened, and I got the short one?"
The three other girls look at each other for a moment. "All right, I guess I can see that," Yasmin says. "It's still a little suspicious, though."
"Look, there's a lot of time left in the school year," Tracey points out. "If here is up for it, I'm sure we'll all get a chance to... you know."
With that, the girls seem to come to an agreement, and Phoebe turns to you. "All right, then," she says. "Are you ready?"
"Right now?" you confirm. "And they're all going to watch?"
"Come on, , don't be a stick in the mud," Phoebe says. "All we're asking is that you show us what it's really like to have sex with a man. Do you think we're not attractive, or something?"
"Not a chance," you say hastily. "I'm just not used to people watching, that's all."
"I'll tell you what," Phoebe says. "How about if for every piece of clothing I take off, the rest of the girls do too? That way, it's not like we're putting on a show, it's more like they'll be part of it."
"Phoebe!" Tracey protests.
Phoebe turns to face her. "What? If you'd drawn the short one, you'd be getting naked AND fucking him! It's not that much to ask, is it?"
Tracey frowns a bit, but says nothing.
"Fine then," Phoebe says. She steps up close to you, and without warning raises herself on her toes and kisses you firmly on the lips, pressing her body against you as she does. You return the kiss a little self-consciously, wondering what you've gotten into.
Strangely, Phoebe seems to be poking you in the leg.
"Look down," she whispers, far too low for her girlfriends to hear.
You glance downward, and see that in Phoebe's open palm is the straw she was left with - a straw exactly the same length as the other three. She snaps it in half before your eyes and lets it drop to the floor, pulling away a moment later to start unbuttoning her school uniform.
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